<?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-35176079</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:14:14.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my muse and i</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-1236409733237460844</id><published>2008-12-31T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:01:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye 2008. Hello 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write here to commemorate the year 2008 before it ends. And then i can't get the date back again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i open my blog again? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-1236409733237460844?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1236409733237460844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1236409733237460844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1236409733237460844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1236409733237460844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-5468052897477196537</id><published>2007-12-31T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:55:11.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am rushing to put in my 2 cents' worth before the date rolled to 2008.....yeah.....everyone out to party and doing the countdown, and what do i do to usher in the new year? Writing in my blog. By my lonesome. Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things that i want to do this year and i ended up NOT doing it. Time this year just rushes by so freaking fast. The only thing i know is that i am still stuck at this dead end job which pays pittance and i have got to get my butt off that chair and get a better job........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is not being able to watch the fireworks.....i adore fireworks.......although i hate crowds.....so i opted to stay home and watch the countdown on tv and throwing virtual confetti with my online friends while we discuss the merits of Supernatural.....good times, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy New Year everyone!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-5468052897477196537?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5468052897477196537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5468052897477196537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5468052897477196537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5468052897477196537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-rushing-to-put-in-my-2-cents-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-6391426051918639420</id><published>2007-12-23T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:35:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYYS5QY8m10&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYYS5QY8m10&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a vid wishing all my friends a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it in the spirit of the holidays.....and i think i might just have to kill myself from all the festive cheer....either that or kill the people who thought to make this season more of a commercial value above anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of it and it's suffocating......but this vid is my salvation, so i might just have to get a raincheck on the whole killing spree thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,enjoy yourself people..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I won't ask for much this Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even wish for snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Underneath the mistletoe...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--All I want for Christmas is You, Mariah Carey&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/35176079-6391426051918639420?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6391426051918639420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=6391426051918639420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6391426051918639420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6391426051918639420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-vid-wishing-all-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-6981711264596987883</id><published>2007-12-10T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:59:44.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A bit of conversation i had with my cousin over the weekend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin: (coming up to me) It's very sandy here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (staring at him) Sorry? What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin: (brushing down his slippers) It's very sandy!!!! My slippers are full of sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (talking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v-e-r-y&lt;/span&gt; slowly) Well, in case you didn't notice.......... IT'S A FREAKING BEACH! The whole sun, sand, sea thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the lights turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the words that are coming out from my cousin's mouth. Sweet guy, but absolutely clueless at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour of sleep in 40 hrs does not make me any less crankier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an enormous vidder's and writer's block. Stuck, I tell you, stuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; It's not enough to take the one you love for granted&lt;br /&gt;You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say...&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know he loves me?"&lt;br /&gt;--Amy Adams, Enchanted O/S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-6981711264596987883?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6981711264596987883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=6981711264596987883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6981711264596987883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6981711264596987883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/bit-of-conversation-i-had-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-3481003501066917441</id><published>2007-12-06T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:25:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My cousin is complaining about how i never write in my blog anymore, apart from posting vids and pictures. I told her, since a picture says a thousand words, a vid will say more, so why would you want to read my ramblings when you can watch a vid and derive so much more from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Can anyone else see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"I'm holding on your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground...."&lt;br /&gt;--Apologize, Timbaland &amp;amp; One Republic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-3481003501066917441?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3481003501066917441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3481003501066917441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3481003501066917441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3481003501066917441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-cousin-is-complaining-about-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-8114464539293442455</id><published>2007-11-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:48:54.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlDZywgyYeE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlDZywgyYeE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another vid....the longest that i had to do so far......partly due to the clips that i needed, and partly because i got sidetracked by the fanfic about Supernatural that i found online. Some of them are really good. If only i can print them out and read them like a book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Oh my friends, we're older but no wiser...&lt;br /&gt;For in our hearts the dreams are still the same...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Those were the Days, Mary Lipton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-8114464539293442455?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8114464539293442455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8114464539293442455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8114464539293442455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8114464539293442455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-vid.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-2928205374701086511</id><published>2007-11-19T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:19:51.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/R0GpDbY9-YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HPgoqLB0nx4/s1600-h/maddyson_av004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/R0GpDbY9-YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HPgoqLB0nx4/s400/maddyson_av004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134570926536259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladly.................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;"It starts at my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose......."&lt;br /&gt;--Bubbly, Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-2928205374701086511?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2928205374701086511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=2928205374701086511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2928205374701086511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2928205374701086511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/11/gladly.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/R0GpDbY9-YI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HPgoqLB0nx4/s72-c/maddyson_av004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-1446574343876731125</id><published>2007-11-11T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:57:50.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YuhNVU5TLw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YuhNVU5TLw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WMM is super addictive....................another vid done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I love this guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Tried and tried to let you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I love you but i'm letting go....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;--Nothing Lasts Forever, Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&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/35176079-1446574343876731125?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1446574343876731125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1446574343876731125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1446574343876731125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1446574343876731125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/11/wmm-is-super-addictive.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-3360431342484293003</id><published>2007-10-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T01:10:46.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RyIV89fy1mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/J9vDe4pmXJg/s1600-h/2400-2296%7EEinstein-God-s-Thoughts-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RyIV89fy1mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/J9vDe4pmXJg/s320/2400-2296%7EEinstein-God-s-Thoughts-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125683462945298018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts along the way to God's........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some guys just don't know the meaning of the word NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even if they do know the meaning, they'll pretend not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And they keep bombarding you with the same questions in hopes that your NO will turn into a YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What they don't get is that a NO will always be a NO, unless otherwise stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And what they also don't seem to comprehend is that pestering won't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The more they pester, the more the NO will be cast in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Moral of the story: Who knows?? I certainly don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Where is my Supernatural???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I miss Jensen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" You took a hammer to these walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Packed your bags and walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There was nothing I could say...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Over You, Chris Daughtry&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/35176079-3360431342484293003?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3360431342484293003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3360431342484293003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3360431342484293003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3360431342484293003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-random-thoughts-along-way-to-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RyIV89fy1mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/J9vDe4pmXJg/s72-c/2400-2296%7EEinstein-God-s-Thoughts-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-8404025887469687331</id><published>2007-10-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:14:11.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept at 11, woke up close to 1, and didn't get back to sleep til 7 in the morning. And what did i do when i was being an insomniac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vid below. In between watching a movie and dancing to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my neighbours hate me yesterday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SqOxGbah9U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2SqOxGbah9U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Everytime i see you fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray...&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You, say the words that I can't say..."&lt;br /&gt;--Frente, Bizarre Love Triangle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-8404025887469687331?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8404025887469687331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8404025887469687331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8404025887469687331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8404025887469687331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/slept-at-11-woke-up-close-to-1-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-8965518610677862684</id><published>2007-10-20T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T06:02:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RxkphUkxRkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OGekKmIMfpU/s1600-h/Bored_Girl_by_meiastar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RxkphUkxRkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OGekKmIMfpU/s320/Bored_Girl_by_meiastar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123171703546005058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad Omen 1: &lt;/span&gt;Hari Raya morning still saw me on my hands and knees mopping the floor of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Omen 2:&lt;/span&gt; Never happened before, but, in one fell swoop, i broke 4, count 'em, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Omen 3:&lt;/span&gt; Didn't realize i forgot my handphone til i reach the first house when i went visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Omen 4: &lt;/span&gt;My shoes literally disintegrated when my aunt &amp;amp; i switched footwear on the 2nd day of Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was a reason why i never enjoyed the festive seasons anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you can learn to love what you fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when fear says "run away - somewhere safe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you can't - 'cause you're already here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy what you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Enjoy, Robert Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-8965518610677862684?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8965518610677862684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8965518610677862684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8965518610677862684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8965518610677862684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-omen-1-hari-raya-morning-still-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RxkphUkxRkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/OGekKmIMfpU/s72-c/Bored_Girl_by_meiastar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-6201406069752316093</id><published>2007-10-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:02:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RwEYikkxRjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QsMcjanZ0y0/s1600-h/tiredgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RwEYikkxRjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QsMcjanZ0y0/s320/tiredgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116397633882113586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could lay down my tired head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And sleep the sleep of the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I wake up a different person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't wake up at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I can lay down for my much needed rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without disturbance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of dreams and nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"T: Baby we can keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Let your guard down ain’t nobody gotta know&lt;br /&gt;If you with it girl I know a place we can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: What kind of girl do you take me for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Promiscuous Girl, Nelly Furtado &amp;amp; Timbaland&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/35176079-6201406069752316093?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6201406069752316093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=6201406069752316093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6201406069752316093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6201406069752316093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-could-lay-down-my-tired-head-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RwEYikkxRjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QsMcjanZ0y0/s72-c/tiredgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-7192420475304891325</id><published>2007-09-21T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:20:07.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RvNiJUkxRiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LKvYhbfRAqo/s1600-h/birthday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112537914276922914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RvNiJUkxRiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LKvYhbfRAqo/s320/birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been meaning to do this since yesterday, but I've been so busy that I can only face the computer during office hours. Other than that I can't face the comp at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Yesterday was the birthday of my fairy godmother. Or, should I say, my former fairy godmother. I think she has given up on me and has since retired. LOL. I've known her for a long time now, almost 8 years I think, and although she has changed mentally, becoming more mature and such, physically she is still the same. And her sense of humour is unchanged as well. Thank god for that, because her ability to laugh at herself and the situations that she got herself into cannot be found in most other people I know. You better not lose it, FG. Where else can I get someone who can laugh at herself after being flung 5 metres off her bicycle and landed headfirst onto the grass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how can I forget all those times that she patiently sat through all my ramblings? And offer pretty good advice as well. Not that I actually follow most of it, but hey, I passed them on to other people! So other people do benefit from them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also a FG with many talents. The ability to source out really good job placements. The talent to have a fiery accident with the Bunsen burner in the lab that did not end up in an explosion. The power to call forth rain 90% of the time when we went to Sentosa for suntanning. LOL. See, you are one of a kind FG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I would like to take this opportunity to wish her a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ms Qiaohui. Although you might join Club 24 unwillingly, but you are already in, and we welcome you with open arms. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday dear Qiaohui,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-7192420475304891325?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7192420475304891325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=7192420475304891325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7192420475304891325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7192420475304891325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-meaning-to-do-this-since-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RvNiJUkxRiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LKvYhbfRAqo/s72-c/birthday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-9084968815532555612</id><published>2007-09-18T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:00:45.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Ru_oEpInEFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lMYqUMOkfic/s1600-h/pissed_off.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Ru_oEpInEFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lMYqUMOkfic/s320/pissed_off.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111559268547891282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am at simmering point now. Keep reminding myself to take a deep breath, and that it's the fasting month, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST BE PATIENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT LOSE MY TEMPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST KEEP A LEASH ON  MY ANGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST REMEMBER TO THINK BEFORE I SPEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST REMIND MYSELF THAT PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST NOT PULL A LONG FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, Norlin, breathe. She's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;"A couple of tears and I'm a broken mess&lt;br /&gt;The sadness has taken me far too deep in regret&lt;br /&gt;So sing me a song about something good&lt;br /&gt;My heart's on the thrashing floor&lt;br /&gt;And I've done every single thing I could...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Coldest Heart, The Classic Crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-9084968815532555612?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9084968815532555612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=9084968815532555612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/9084968815532555612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/9084968815532555612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-at-simmering-point-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Ru_oEpInEFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lMYqUMOkfic/s72-c/pissed_off.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-8476890796159653032</id><published>2007-09-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:57:19.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Ru02-bfn9TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wTktz2VBpxQ/s1600-h/monday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Ru02-bfn9TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wTktz2VBpxQ/s320/monday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110801598295569714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Calvin. How can Monday be good, unless you start work on Sunday. Or if you really love your job that you look forward to going there every day. Which I don't. So I'll just stick to sulking in the corner, and trudging to work tomorrow with shades and a frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my fasting is not going so well. I keep getting dizzy spells, and I have no idea why. It's frustrating. Argh. I can't even sleep late. The only good thing is that it's not a headache, but just dizzy spells. Although it still sucks. This year a lot of things suck. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't upload pics yet. I'm just too freaking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Those were the days, my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We thought they'd never end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll sing and dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and a day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'd live the life we choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'd fight and never lose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For we were young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sure to have our way....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Those were the days, Mary Hopkin&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/35176079-8476890796159653032?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8476890796159653032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8476890796159653032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8476890796159653032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8476890796159653032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-feel-like-calvin.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Ru02-bfn9TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wTktz2VBpxQ/s72-c/monday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-3769184599163529041</id><published>2007-09-14T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:35:11.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a very bad headache yesterday. Consequently I was very cranky and couldn't even talk to anyone unless I'm screaming at them. Haha. Poor Ain. She was the one I was shouting at the most. Must remember to make amends later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a friend's dream wedding dress and it was soooo her. Totally could see her in that dress. Very very nice, and it reminded me of my own dream wedding dress. Well, I haven't had the dream yet. But if, and/or when, I do, I would want it to be in purple! Erm, not sure what shade of purple, but who cares. Just love to see the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose wanted me to blog about a prata place that we went to recently, but I haven't upload the pictures yet, so maybe the next entry. If I'm feeling hardworking. It was fun, wasn't it, Rose?? :p We should go there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Talking about wedding dresses makes me think about my own future wedding. If I have one. Which, you know, is not even a sure thing. But it's fun to talk about wedding dresses. And weddings. Sometimes. I'm not one of those girls who have their wedding planned out from the age of 5 or something. I take it as it comes. Which would explain why it never comes. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Miss being in love............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-3769184599163529041?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3769184599163529041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3769184599163529041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3769184599163529041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3769184599163529041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-very-bad-headache-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-5781164600640474715</id><published>2007-09-09T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:22:58.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look, just because I keep quiet about certain things does not mean that I'm oblivious to them. It means that I just chose not to say anything or respond to them. Unless of course, I really didn't notice them. In which case that's a different thing. But I'm so sick of people who thinks that they know what's going on in my life, when in fact, they don't have a single, freaking clue. There are just so many "helpful" pointers that I could take before I explode. My level of gratitude and appreciation is inversely proportional to the number of such pointers that I'd received. Not to mention tolerance as well. I don't mind them, really, but just don't snow me under them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I notice things, you know. I may be blur at times, easily confused, and will usually go along with wherever the tide of life takes me, but that does not mean that I can't make my own decisions or speak my own mind or anything else that makes people think I'm a pushover. Even Mother Theresa had limits. And I'm nowhere near as saint-like as her. And did i mention that I do notice things happening around me sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm wearily tired, ravishingly hungry, sluggishly sleepy and absolutely cranky. The next "helpful" person can just go fly a kite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Who are you now...&lt;br /&gt;Are you still the same,&lt;br /&gt;Or did you change somehow...."&lt;br /&gt;--I Still, BSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-5781164600640474715?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5781164600640474715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5781164600640474715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5781164600640474715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5781164600640474715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/look-just-because-i-keep-quiet-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-3514828546630166619</id><published>2007-09-02T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:20:42.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went for yet another wedding just now. I swear, everyone is getting married this year! I wonder who's next. Haha. The bride looks so radiant! Waited quite a while for her to get ready and come down to take a picture with her, but it was worth it. She promises to send me the photos. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God is trying to send me a message: Get someone to go to all these weddings with. I mean, going alone sucks. And although i try to get friends to go with me, it still feels kinda....dunno la. I think something is wrong with me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am being so restless and forgetful. Wanted to write something concrete here, and i kinda have a rough idea on what to write. But when i'm faced in front of the computer screen my mind is a blank. An utter blank. I have no idea what's wrong with me. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3gygHcF4Db8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3gygHcF4Db8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-3514828546630166619?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3514828546630166619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3514828546630166619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3514828546630166619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3514828546630166619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-went-for-yet-another-wedding-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-2312957685347554101</id><published>2007-09-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:58:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Antonio Banderas in Take the Lead. Wow, that man can dance! Even though he's old, but, oh my goodness, can he move his body. And he's so bloody charming i can't bear it. And those dances! Tango and waltz and foxtrot and some others that i can't remember the names. The dances are so good, now i feel like signing up for a tango class. Though i'm pretty sure i can't dance to save my life. But i like to dance, or rather, move my body in a way that passes off as dancing. And in the words of Pierre DuLaine - the character he's portraying in the movie - , "If you like to dance, then you are made to dance." &lt;s&gt;Hahahahahahahahaha&lt;/s&gt; That's funny. He obviously never seen anyone do the chicken dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below is a clip from the movie of Antonio dancing the tango...Smooth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEwZIufmafo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEwZIufmafo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-2312957685347554101?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2312957685347554101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=2312957685347554101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2312957685347554101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2312957685347554101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-finished-watching-antonio-banderas.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-6008640258142096000</id><published>2007-08-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:17:39.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so frustrated over all the Indo soaps. They are driving me crazy with all the twists and turns, the sly and cunning villains, the absolutely helpless good guys, etc. I would want to get the vcd or dvd just so i could insert the last disc and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i must apologize to all those who msn-ed me Mon night. I signed in msn and immediately took a shower. When i came out i went to my room, and after changing, fell asleep immediately. I totally forgot that i was in msn, and only remembered the next day, in the morning. The comp was already switched off -it being a shared comp and all- so i had no idea who might have left me a message on msn. So, i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to work today. Spent the late morning and early afternoon sitting by the beach at Sentosa and eating chicken spaghetti from 7-11. Then it started to rain. For a second, i got reminded of Qiaohui. And idly wondering if she was there just now. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and stopped by Cold Storage to buy the Munchy Donut donuts. Got pissed off at several people who were queuing in front of me. Lazy to elaborate. Then went home to wait for the delivery people to come with my new dining set. They arrived all right. Only thing was, they got the chairs wrong, and the table legs don't fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la. Feeling sianz now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-6008640258142096000?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6008640258142096000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=6008640258142096000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6008640258142096000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6008640258142096000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-so-frustrated-over-all-indo.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-1570409334154454151</id><published>2007-08-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:09:31.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More &lt;s&gt;randomness&lt;/s&gt; nonsense.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell your friends a lot of things. You can tell your closest friends most things. For those things left, tell them to your shrink. Never tell too much to your parents. Spare them the horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the adventure gene skips a generation. My maternal grandfather ran away from his home in India and took a ship straight to Malacca, where he met my late grandmother and married her. Then he moved his whole family to Singapore. Right now, even in his twilight days, he commutes between Malacca (my step-grandma) and Singapore (his whole family). My paternal grandfather was a sailor and, according to him, has sailed to 3/4 of the worlds. 3/4!!! I can't even lay claim to exploring 3/4 of this tiny island. I wish i was so adventurous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrow problems from the future. As if present problems are not worrying enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i like Indonesian soaps. I mean, i don't like it in the sense that it's too draggy, and the villains are too villain-y, and the good guys are too goody-two-shoes. There's no one like that in real life. We are always a mixture of good and bad. Unless of cuz you are like Mother Theresa (a saint) or Norman Bates (a psycho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want beautiful long straight hair that swings naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i want in a guy. I have too much trouble figuring what i want, and it might just come to a point where i might just give up on the whole guy population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty-handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;--I hope you dance, Leann Womack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-1570409334154454151?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1570409334154454151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1570409334154454151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1570409334154454151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1570409334154454151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-1730855445074541604</id><published>2007-08-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:03:40.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thought that i had recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why some people are natural liars..i have no idea why they lie but they do, and unnecessary lies at that. Why, if all the lies are silly, would you still tell them? For example, you say you are  going to KL, but turns out that you actually didn't. It doesn't make a freaking difference whether or not you actually did, but apparently it's just your nature to lie. Some people are just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a number of guy friends will leave you with knowledge about the male species, and some of these knowledge are those that you can live without knowing. And hearing them talk about their gfs, and their preferences in a girl, makes you wonder if you can ever find a guy that will like you for who you are, the whole you, and not just what you have in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents of today's children are very demanding. They spoil their kids with mobile phones and extravagant pocket money, but they did not teach them how to earn those things. You expect your kids to learn respect and courtesy, but yet you do not live the examples in front of them. Contradicting, no? Just what is it that these parents want? The whole world catering to their whims and fancies? Excuse me, just because we are in the service line, go around schools selling books, and wear scruffy clothes to work does not mean that we are uneducated morons whom you have to talk down to. Especially parents of students in so-called good schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more suited to an "own time, own target" kinda sport rather than a team sport which needs a lot of commitment. Bottom line, i'm lazy. And i would rather not let the whole world know about it. Although i'm pretty sure that whoever is reading this will have already known about that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna plan something!! Was thinking of doing a birthday party for Ain, but no idea on whether my parents want. Although i guess it'll not be as satisfying as planning for something big, but still. Must remember to run it by them. It's less than a week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been asking around and finding out that some people think i'm fragile and delicate. Hahahahahahaha. I don't think so. I might look it, and i might even behave like that sometimes, but i don't think i'm the damsel-in-distress kind of girl. I mean, yeah, sometimes it's nice to let guys handle things, and let their ego inflate a little, but i'd like to think that when push comes to shove, i can be as stubborn as any Scorpio out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might pick up cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you get there before I do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll meet you when my chore are through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how long I'll be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darling wait and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And between now and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Til I see you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be loving you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Love, me, Collin Rayes&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/35176079-1730855445074541604?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1730855445074541604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1730855445074541604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1730855445074541604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1730855445074541604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-thought-that-i-had-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-4787610966814582536</id><published>2007-08-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:52:04.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, i have no idea what the people at production are thinking. Ghost stories on tv on a Thursday night? And during hungry ghost month some more. It's usually scary enough on Thursday nights without adding to the fear factor. The new malay cable channel will have a lot to answer for should people write in to complain of nightmares. I don't even need to look at the tv screen to sense the fear. The sounds are scary enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so restless lately. Wanted to change my blogskin but can't seem to find a nice one. Or rather, one which catches my eye long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to ghost stories. Turns out that there's actually something weird going on at my office. The guys were telling me how they heard doors opening when they were talking among themselves, but when they stopped talking, the sounds stopped too. This is on the 6th floor. On the 2nd floor, if you are alone there, they say sometimes you can feel like someone looking at you, at the right corner of the floor. But the image is always at the corner of your eye, and when you turn, you won't be able to see anyone. That's it man. I'm not going to the 2nd floor alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost story is on tv is so lame and scary at the same time. Scary cuz of the sound effects. Lame cuz the plot is just, well, lame. I mean, would you still stay another minute in the same house with a person whom you know is possessed? And then, when this person walked out of the house with the baby, in the rain, would you just feebly say, "Stop, ma'am, stop" while wringing your hands, but did not even TRY to venture out of the shelter of the house to grab the baby away? And would you actually waited til the said person is out of sight before going back into the house to call the husband down to tell him that his possessed wife has gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on what the present scene is all about. I'd wish they would have better plots. It might be more enjoyable. Or, at the very least, better lines. It would make more sense. I mean, there's more to all these ghost stories than just sinister laughs and heart-stopping sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my entire post on this stupid show. And now i can't even remember what i originally wanted to write about. Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RsRyNPiEX9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/h3GIeThq6pM/s1600-h/Idiocy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RsRyNPiEX9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/h3GIeThq6pM/s320/Idiocy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099326249923534802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;" Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo!"&lt;br /&gt;--Over you, Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-4787610966814582536?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4787610966814582536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=4787610966814582536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4787610966814582536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4787610966814582536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/seriously-i-have-no-idea-what-people-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RsRyNPiEX9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/h3GIeThq6pM/s72-c/Idiocy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-4571520774778334469</id><published>2007-08-12T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:15:19.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling my age this weekend. Joined this netball team with Rose, and had the first session of practice on Sat. We were the oldest people in the group. Even the coach is younger than us.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;. Had some warm up, and was irresistibly reminded of Nonie when she told us to stretch our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gluteus maximus&lt;/span&gt;. LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only 2 hrs of practice, and both of us ended up with headaches. Met up with Raudah, but couldn't even eat after that. And my body started to ache even before the meal's over. On the way back, had to ask Raudah to massage my back cuz it was simply too much to bear. Went home and simply collapsed on the bed. Woke up an hr after that to wash off my make-up and ate a pill. Then off to bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couldn't wake up today. Body still aching. Contemplating eating another pill in order to survive tomorrow but not sure if it's the correct thing to do. Will see how. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, brown hair and blue/green eyes kinda go well together. Have this kind of looks that just "zaps" at you. And that Vanessa Hudgens, good looking girl as she is, can't really act as well. Or maybe it's the movie itself. Although High School Musical is a great show, i still think that Grease is better. The songs kinda flow into the whole movie seamlessly, much more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HSM. And i think that John Travolta was so much better looking when he has youth and physique with him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I thought I knew the melody,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I heard you singing...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When there was Me and You, Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Rr8HiTbnROI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uHnVj9kM9Is/s1600-h/sick_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Rr8HiTbnROI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uHnVj9kM9Is/s200/sick_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097801589119730914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-4571520774778334469?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4571520774778334469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=4571520774778334469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4571520774778334469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4571520774778334469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-my-age-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Rr8HiTbnROI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uHnVj9kM9Is/s72-c/sick_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-7154546522653229652</id><published>2007-08-08T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:34:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.30 am, and i'm still awake. And i think right now it's too late for me to get to sleep cuz i might not be able to wake up later. Feeling sleepy. And think a headache will be coming. Remind me to sleep during lunch hour. I can't believe i didn't sleep. Hmm..think i shall go lie down a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cross my fingers and hope i won't be late for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Wake up call,&lt;br /&gt;Caught you in the morning with&lt;br /&gt;Another one in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you care about me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you care about me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so..."&lt;br /&gt;--Wake up call, Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-7154546522653229652?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7154546522653229652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=7154546522653229652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7154546522653229652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7154546522653229652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-5221046689243524600</id><published>2007-07-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:56:02.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. not many people have been doing the quiz. Rose said it feels like doing an exam; all of the answers are so close together. LOL To tell you honestly, I did the quiz in a state of sleepiness. I can't even remember the answers 10 minutes after I did them. Haha. Which goes to show this quiz is simply nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I found out the hard way that it's much easier to forgive others than it is to forgive yourself. I find it easier to forgive others of their mistakes than it is to forgive myself of my own mistakes. A closet perfectionist? Masochistic? I don't know. Perhaps. Maybe I need to be less hard on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend rolling around. Time to relax! Have a good weekend people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RqoHWDbnRNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5j5oo07m-8E/s1600-h/thinking+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RqoHWDbnRNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5j5oo07m-8E/s200/thinking+girl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091890404155409618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-5221046689243524600?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5221046689243524600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5221046689243524600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5221046689243524600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5221046689243524600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RqoHWDbnRNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5j5oo07m-8E/s72-c/thinking+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-3278703565856033119</id><published>2007-07-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:11:45.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/758926"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/758926/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Take it if you want to.....for the fun of it...... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-3278703565856033119?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3278703565856033119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3278703565856033119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3278703565856033119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3278703565856033119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/07/create-your-own-friend-test-here-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-5204086645163986797</id><published>2007-06-30T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:24:25.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Someone just shoot me in the head and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something stupidly wrong with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Everything seems wrong these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-5204086645163986797?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5204086645163986797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5204086645163986797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5204086645163986797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5204086645163986797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-just-shoot-me-in-head-and-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-7364133125305796645</id><published>2007-06-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:45:38.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Burned Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouburnedoutquiz/burned-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very burned out.&lt;br /&gt;You need a huge break from your responsibilities, starting as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;And you need this time to reevaluate what you really want out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're working hard and going no where... and that would burn anyone out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouburnedoutquiz/"&gt;Are You Burned Out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I should take the advice and quit before i dropped dead at the office one day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-7364133125305796645?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7364133125305796645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=7364133125305796645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7364133125305796645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7364133125305796645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-70-burned-out-you-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-2914024015079220661</id><published>2007-06-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:31:24.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a very weird encounter this evening. Me and Rose went to Esplanade to chill out. Kinda. Anyway, we were sitting down minding our own business and basically talking crap. You know, the usual. A group of Chinese tourists were nearby taking pics. They were like posing as if they were holding the Merlion in the palms of their hands. 3 of them were doing it at the same time, and it looked like one of those funny candid moments that just had to be photographed. So Rose took out her hp and took shots of them doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the Chinese tourists came up to us and started talking to us. We can't quite hear and understand what he wanted, but he was gesturing to the cam hanging around his neck, so we deduced that he wanted us to take a pic of us. A bit relieved actually. Thought we were gonna be told off for taking their pics. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, we said ok and we started standing up to get the cam from him. Imagine to our surprise when he raised the cam and started to take our pics!!! We started shielding our faces with our hands and we were saying,"No, no!!!" But he still took the pics anyway. And apparently, one cam is not enough, cuz he went to get another cam and took more pics of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god he stopped. We were almost ready to like start running away. What was that all about????? That was so weird. Why the hell did he want our pics for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Looking at these photographs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime i do it makes me laugh...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--Photograph, Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-2914024015079220661?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2914024015079220661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=2914024015079220661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2914024015079220661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2914024015079220661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/had-very-weird-encounter-this-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-7382723600651171878</id><published>2007-06-18T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:06:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the 3rd wedding yesterday, and there's another one coming up this coming Sunday. My friend's sis got married, and since i'm pretty close to the family i spent the whole afternoon there, and even go to the groom's side to "investigate" his side of the wedding preparations. Haha. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaypoh&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding on the coming Sunday will be a Baha'i wedding. I think that's gonna be pretty interesting. Can't wait. I shall bring a cam so that i can take lots of pics and no one can tell me not to. I'll be watching the ceremony and everything. It'll be a novel experience. Anyone wanna come?? First come, first served basis. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended a party on Saturday. Wait for the pics, as soon as i get them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many pics, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I better go. Can't open my eyes. Enjoy the vid and the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BgxPhtQJ3w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BgxPhtQJ3w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="285" height="205"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-7382723600651171878?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7382723600651171878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=7382723600651171878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7382723600651171878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7382723600651171878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/went-to-3rd-wedding-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-5624028311896263689</id><published>2007-06-16T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:07:57.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.52 am. Just got home less than half hr ago. Don't ask. It was fun, going out in the middle of the night. I don't get to do it very often -there was a blue moon last night :p - so this kinda thing is a novelty and i get really excited each time. Haha. Nothing to do actually in the mid of the night if your friend refused to go clubbing, so we just drove around aimlessly til we finally settled in for Ocean's 13 at 2.40 am at Cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep in the theatre. Quite sleepy now, but have a lot to do today so i can't afford the time to sleep. From a totally boring last weekend to a very busy one this week. But it's worth it i feel. I mean, how often can i get out of the house at midnight without answering to my parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excitement, however, is marred by my guilty feeling. Sms-ed something that i shouldn't have, and i think my meaning came out to harsher than it actually is. My "foot in mouth" disease has apparently worsen to shorten the lag time between my fingers and my mind. Sigh. Seem that everytime i did something good there will always something else to make me feel guilty/depressed/pissed off. The cycle don't seem to end does it? To my friend, i apologise if you think that i'm a bit too harsh just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is doing the right thing so difficult? Damned if i do, damned if i don't. A gnawing feeling is settling in the pit of my stomach. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-5624028311896263689?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5624028311896263689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5624028311896263689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5624028311896263689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5624028311896263689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-4293363222762144155</id><published>2007-06-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:36:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I keep meaning to write a proper post but i've been too caught up with youtube. And i'll write halfway and suddenly lost my thread of thought and then i decided not to continue. I think either i should stop multi-tasking or stop writing in my blog when youtube is in another window. I'll write a bit while waiting for the vids to load, and then i'll forget about the entry altogether after that. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.........&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm listening to Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry. And there's Milo Ventimiglia in it! He's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; character Peter Petrelli from Heroes, or, if that doesn't ring a bell, Jess from Gilmore Girls. In  the mtv he has a lot of tattoos, and now i'm wondering if those are his real tattoos. He doesn't look the kind to have tattoos, but hey, there's always a secret underneath everyone's clothes. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My slipper broke on Wed while i was on the way to work. These things always happen to me. It's frustrating. Is it the way i walk, or am i naturally violent? My slippers never last that long. I think this one lasted around 6 months before it finally succumbed. And that's considered long  for me. I marvel at those people who manage to keep their shoes for years! The only type of shoes that has a long "life" with me is my pair of sports shoes. And i think it's mainly due to the fact that i don't wear it that often. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite an interesting msn conversation with CM this morning. Haha. You know, CM, we should meet one of these days. I haven't seen you for quite a while i think. Come to think of it,  i haven't really seen any of my jc classmates in a while, save for just a couple of them. Busy, busy, busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;This entry is boring. Whatever la. My mind can't think of any pics to put in for this entry. Nothing seems relevant. Guess it has to stay pic-less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"....One night and one more time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the memories....."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Thanks for the Memories, Fall-out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;PS: I think i shall put Milo's pic. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmwaHm9RVuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1CfmgiGptH8/s1600-h/miloventimiglia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmwaHm9RVuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1CfmgiGptH8/s320/miloventimiglia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074459598158649058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-4293363222762144155?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4293363222762144155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=4293363222762144155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4293363222762144155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4293363222762144155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-keep-meaning-to-write-proper-post-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmwaHm9RVuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/1CfmgiGptH8/s72-c/miloventimiglia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-4507558263875728414</id><published>2007-06-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:30:07.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-OtoJEEeJI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-OtoJEEeJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="285" height="205"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This song needs no introductions. I seriously don't think i would like this song, cuz i'm not that impressed by Carrie Underwood. But this vid is fast changing my mind. And the beginning of the vid is a bit heartbreaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling slightly melancholy these days. Not so much depressed as just really reflective. Thinking about life in general. I guess age does that to you. How i long for the carefree days. Running around with no sense of responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, this first half of the year have seen me attending 2 weddings of friends. One was in January, a small, simple affair. On a weekday, with close friends attending and a similar gathering in the evening at his house. No frills, no fuss. The other was the one i attended last Saturday. Grand (with swordbearers!! how cool is that!) with a course dinner over at the Marina Mandarin hotel. Two different couples, different races and nationalities. And i know a couple of other people that are also tying the knot this year. Wow. At this rate i think i'll get to see everyone married before i turn 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Observing all these wedding ceremonies have lead me to one conclusion: Getting married is a headache. The first hurdle is getting the money. Especially for the guy's side. You need to save a lot. A whole damn lot. for the wedding ceremony, the wedding reception, the wedding shoots, the honeymoon, the gifts, the clothes, etc. The list can go on and on. Who knows exactly how much it can all cost in the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the wedding lunch/dinner/reception. Knowing who to invite and who not to is very crucial. I know people get offended easily if they think they've been overlooked. Plus the fact that if you invite a person, you have to invite the whole clique as well. If not, then who will the person hang out with? And if members of the clique are also hanging out with other people, you will be obliged to invite those people as well. If you are having a buffet, it's all well and sundry, but a course dinner will also cause problems. And the location of the reception can also be a problem to some couples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh. All these problems and it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the marriage life begins. That itself will definitely have its own hurdles to cross. Gosh. *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But erm, lest anyone gets offended, let me impress that i am pro-marriage. I actually admire the fact that these couples can take that huge leap of faith to spend the rest of their lives with one person. To commit themselves to one person forever. I really admire that. I can't even commit myself to one job. And i guess all these weddings remind me that i'm getting older and i have to stop being flighty. Like right now. Not enough courage i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm. Tone of this entry is sombre. Will return to its regularly scheduled light-hearted entries the next time. Until then. &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/35176079-4507558263875728414?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4507558263875728414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=4507558263875728414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4507558263875728414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4507558263875728414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-song-needs-no-introductions.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-3466369981453740782</id><published>2007-06-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:17:40.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmQtCkXxVJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FeyaLLxmy90/s1600-h/listentoyourheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmQtCkXxVJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FeyaLLxmy90/s320/listentoyourheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072228602472387730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I know there's something in the wake of your smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get an notion from the look in your eyes...yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've Built a love but that love falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Your little piece of heaven turns to dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Listen to your heart when he's calling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Listen to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; There's nothing else you can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I don't know where your going, and i don't know why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen to your heart before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You tell him goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The precious moments are all lost in the tide..yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; They're swept away and nothing is what it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The feeling of belonging .. to your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Listen to your heart when he's calling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Listen to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; There's nothing else you can do&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I don't know where your going, and i dont know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But listen to your heart before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You tell him goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And there are voices, that want to be heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; So much to mention but you cant find the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; The scent of magic the beauty thats been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; When love was wilder..than the wind&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart when he's calling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Listen to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; There's nothing else you can do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where your going, and i don't know why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But listen to your heart before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You tell him goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Listen to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I don't know where your going and i don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; But listen to your heart before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell him goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;--Listen to Your Heart, DHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm uncovering new songs via Youtube every single day. It's amazing how your music outlook and knowledge can expand just by searching for a particular series. Haha.&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/35176079-3466369981453740782?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3466369981453740782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3466369981453740782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3466369981453740782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3466369981453740782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-theres-something-in-wake-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmQtCkXxVJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FeyaLLxmy90/s72-c/listentoyourheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-8743422141403394916</id><published>2007-06-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:11:16.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXcDQmGcweM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXcDQmGcweM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="285" height="205"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I actually had a lot to write about, like my Science Centre trip last week, and my first time in a Chinese wedding, but i just have not gotten any pics from any of the people i was with. So no pics, no write-ups. Sigh. This can take a really long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway, decided to make do with embedding a vid for this entry. One of those finds that i uncovered while searching for the best Supernatural vids around. All the good vids are inspiring me to do one of my own, but i never got around to doing one til now. Note to self: Learn to use the Windows Movie Maker!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think the vid is self explanatory, the story revolving on Dean. The song is the one holding all the scenes together, and i think it's done beautifully. The creator thought it's a bit Wincest-y, but i don't think so. I think it's about family. The Wincester's screwed up version of family. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"...And there are voices that want to be heard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So much to mention, but you can't find the words...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-- Listen to your heart, DHT&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/35176079-8743422141403394916?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8743422141403394916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8743422141403394916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8743422141403394916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8743422141403394916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-actually-had-lot-to-write-about-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-2379859285123856077</id><published>2007-06-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:14:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Been in a weird mood lately. Lethargic. Restlessness. Insomniac. Extreme sleepiness. (I know the last 2 traits are oxymoronic but there you go). And i never know it was very stressful planning for a holiday. You need a holiday just to recover from the planning of the holiday. Haha. Although now it looks as though the holiday might not take off after all. What luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmA3UkXxVHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OB8RnHSlx_Q/s1600-h/puteri_gunung_ledang2_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmA3UkXxVHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OB8RnHSlx_Q/s320/puteri_gunung_ledang2_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071114006919468146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The movie Puteri Gunung Ledang (Princess of Mt Ledang) just ended on tv. It's a nice story, but i think that the hero, Hang Tuah, is very silly. He would just let his beloved marry the sultan of Melaka rather than risk incurring his wrath. And the princess had to actually let herself be cursed for refusing the proposal before Hang Tuah realised he's wrong. Duh. Even in the olden days the women are more mature and modern than the men. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this entry is full of nonsense. But there's actually nothing on my mind right now, no concrete plan on what to write. And right now i can barely keep my eyes open. But there's this compulsion inside me to start typing. Dunno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Think i better stop. i can barely keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sometimes i wish i can act like a boy....."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;--Like a Boy, Ciara&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/35176079-2379859285123856077?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2379859285123856077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=2379859285123856077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2379859285123856077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2379859285123856077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-in-weird-mood-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RmA3UkXxVHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OB8RnHSlx_Q/s72-c/puteri_gunung_ledang2_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-8427593830324124258</id><published>2007-05-27T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:21:57.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Have you ever been in a situation where you don't want to do something but you are just waiting for the perfect time to stp doing it? And then you realised that, actually, there is no such thing as the perfect time. You just had to will yourself to stop doing whatever it is that you don't want to do, but there will always be that slight hesitancy. That slight pause, as you assessed the consequences. Although you've gone through the same path a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life is such a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-8427593830324124258?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8427593830324124258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8427593830324124258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8427593830324124258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8427593830324124258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/have-you-ever-been-in-situation-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-2682319428243740796</id><published>2007-05-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:11:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgTMeYtkH-o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zgTMeYtkH-o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="285" height="205"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; The traveller in time who has come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; To heal my wounds to lead me to the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; To walk this path with me until the end of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Who sparkles in the night like fireflies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Eternity of evening sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Facing the morning eye to eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Who'd share this life with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Who'd dive into the sea with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Who's had enough of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And doesn't wish to feel the shame, anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Who's love is like a flower that needs rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; To wash away the feeling of pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Which sometimes can lead to the chain of fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Are you the one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; To walk with me in garden of stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; The universe, the galaxies and Mars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; The supernova of our love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Are You the One, Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This song is too haunting for me. It's been in my head for quite a while, so i put this up in hopes that i can exorcise it. Remains to be seen if i succeed. And as usual, it's set to the story of the Winchester brothers. And obviously i'm smitten with them. I reckon that the only way to cure me is to get Jensen Ackles in front of my doorstep itself. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Science Centre this weekend. Wanted to put the pics up, but my dearest couz hadn't got back to me with the pics, so perhaps i'll save that story for another entry.&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/35176079-2682319428243740796?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2682319428243740796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=2682319428243740796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2682319428243740796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2682319428243740796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-one-traveller-in-time-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-3507599684133485905</id><published>2007-05-23T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:57:42.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jHlJJoXVm4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jHlJJoXVm4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is good. Heart-wrenchingly good. Some of the vidders in Youtube are so good i'll not be surprised if they grow up to be those multi-millionaire techies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Show me the meaning of being lonely....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this the feeling, i need to walk with..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Show me the meaning of being lonely, Backstreet Boys&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/35176079-3507599684133485905?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3507599684133485905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3507599684133485905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3507599684133485905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3507599684133485905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-7826704231276637036</id><published>2007-05-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:10:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man United lost. What a bummer. Damn. Threw a cushion at the tv screen as a show of my exasperation over their stupidity and carelessness. WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, Supernatural ended their season 2 back in the US. The latest eppy had me crying my eyes out for almost the whole hour. And then 15 minutes after the show ended i started crying again. Not sure why, probably a delayed reaction. It's been a while since i was so involved in a show. A show that had me hooked from it's first eppy in the first season. Had to go through a mini heart attack recently when it wasn't confirmed if there's a 3rd season. Now that it's for sure that we are going to have a 3rd season, i gotta content myself with reruns and music videos til September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SO GONNA MISS YOU JENSEN ACKLES! Oh, and Jared Padeclecki too, of cuz. Both Winchester brothers are gonna be sorely missed. And don't forget Papa Winchester (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) too. Although if i do miss him, i just gotta watch Grey's Anatomy and he's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBie0XxVFI/AAAAAAAAADw/BQimpD0mOhE/s1600-h/0001srdh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBie0XxVFI/AAAAAAAAADw/BQimpD0mOhE/s320/0001srdh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066657862385751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Winchester. As charming as his sons, with the dimples and the cleft chin, just like Jensen and Jared. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBdo0XxVCI/AAAAAAAAADY/Dq7dapjpBjI/s1600-h/sam_dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBdo0XxVCI/AAAAAAAAADY/Dq7dapjpBjI/s320/sam_dean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066652536626304034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The two brothers. Yum yum. They both look so edible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBdpEXxVEI/AAAAAAAAADo/LizYIg7UbTM/s1600-h/jensen_in_uni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBdpEXxVEI/AAAAAAAAADo/LizYIg7UbTM/s320/jensen_in_uni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066652540921271362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooh, yeah. This is when he's slightly younger, and starring in Dark Angel. This guy's body is damn near perfect. Seeing him shirtless can make me feel hot all over. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBdpEXxVDI/AAAAAAAAADg/jLglxNYLeBI/s1600-h/jensenpurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBdpEXxVDI/AAAAAAAAADg/jLglxNYLeBI/s320/jensenpurple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066652540921271346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh baby, i'm thinking of you too. Haha. This guy just looks better with age. And those eyes! I could just drown in them. I'm a sucker for beautiful eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When i look into your eyes i know that it's true....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;God must have spent, a little more time, on you....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--(God must have spent) a little more time on you, N'Sync&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/35176079-7826704231276637036?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7826704231276637036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=7826704231276637036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7826704231276637036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/7826704231276637036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-united-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RlBie0XxVFI/AAAAAAAAADw/BQimpD0mOhE/s72-c/0001srdh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-1437946729828214027</id><published>2007-05-20T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:30:35.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/memory/index.jsp?testname=memoryogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/memory/images/memory_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You're a Numeric Memory!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/memory/index.jsp?testname=memoryogt&amp;resultid=C" target="_blank"&gt;The Memory Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numeric memory huh? Then why did i do so freaking badly in my Maths? Is this test accurate? Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-1437946729828214027?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1437946729828214027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1437946729828214027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1437946729828214027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1437946729828214027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/youre-numeric-memory-memory-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-4053358731561625407</id><published>2007-05-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:04:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdxjiq6c7tM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cdxjiq6c7tM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another great vid.....miss this song, and when i saw this vid, it all comes back to me. Can't believe i still remember all the lyrics. Haha. Not sure what i've been doing in cyberspace these days, apart from watching youtube and replying emails and writing blog entries and doing nonsensical stuff.......dunno la.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been sick on and off....one day ok, the other not....morning i'll be all right, at night i'll be having a headache...that kinda thing.....it seems like the flu season....but i can't seem to shake it off....irritating. Not sure if the meds that i took actually work. I mean, it's been a week. The sickness is dragging. And my mood swings are terrible. Feel sorry whoever comes into contact with me. I bite. Well, either that or i just don't bother. Not enough energy to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"And everything i can't remember....&lt;br /&gt;As fucked up as it all may seem....."&lt;br /&gt;--It's been a while, Staind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-4053358731561625407?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4053358731561625407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=4053358731561625407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4053358731561625407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/4053358731561625407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-great-vid.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-3856601664934979262</id><published>2007-05-13T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:05:01.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4RdREgI/AAAAAAAAACw/v45DKhDSBvI/s1600-h/22bus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's something wrong, either with Blogger or my aunt's configuration...whatever. I'll just post this and see if it turns out normal. The way things have been acting ard me lately, i'll not be surprised if it turns out as screwed as i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, wanna extend my condolences to my friend for her mother's demise...i'll be there for you girl, whenever you need to talk, or just to have someone physically there without saying a word. Be strong, ok? As strong as you were that day. Maybe you'll grow even stronger. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for work about 2 weeks ago -a very frequent occurence, haha- and when i stepped into the bus 22, i actually thought for a moment i was dreaming. The interior of the bus is VERY different from the normal buses. I took some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063839920675688946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZflBdREfI/AAAAAAAAACo/qqx54O7K1zo/s320/22bus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A section of the bus. Looks like there's really a bar, but it's just a poster. Realistic on camera though. And yes, those are real swivelling seats that they installed in the bus. Didn't sit on them, and not a lot did. I think most of them are afraid they might fall should the bus turned or something. And yup, there's a real bar counter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4hdREhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/owp4T1QsKsY/s1600-h/22bus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063840255683138066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4hdREhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/owp4T1QsKsY/s320/22bus3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The interior of the bus. All the seats are facing each other, kinda like the train carriage seats do. Pretty spacious actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4hdREiI/AAAAAAAAADA/RG5_bUscgjs/s1600-h/22bus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063840255683138082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4hdREiI/AAAAAAAAADA/RG5_bUscgjs/s320/22bus4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This tv is a lot more, erm, cooler i guess, than the normal tv mounted on buses. And yeah, i turned on my bluetooth and downloaded the wallpaper. And i had My Chemical Romance wallpaper too. Had this Chinese one as well, but it was accidental. I wanted another one, but i guess i turned it on too late. And they played MTVs the whole time i was there. A change from all the usual news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4xdREjI/AAAAAAAAADI/XqN3JAlgHrc/s1600-h/22bus5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063840259978105394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4xdREjI/AAAAAAAAADI/XqN3JAlgHrc/s320/22bus5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The seat i sat on. Wanted to get a pic of myself sitting, but then realised i can't show how the seats looked like, so had this one taken just before i alighted. Comfy. They should change the cushions of the buses to ones just like this. I'll never get off the bus. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4xdREkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TYOejbOwb6k/s1600-h/22bus6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063840259978105410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZf4xdREkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TYOejbOwb6k/s320/22bus6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was sitting right beside the tv, so had a good view of all the vids shown there. It was right at the front of the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't want to get off. Sigh. But what to do, work beckons. I think this is a great publicity gig! They should do more of these. One of the more creative ones. I think it's for Carlsberg, if i'm not mistaken. Whoever came up with this idea should be given a raise. Haha. Wonder which of the other buses are also in on the publicity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i think i was only one of the &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; few who was excited by the whole thing. The rest of the passengers were quite blase about it, i feel. I'm the &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; one that day, LOL. Never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Brother for sale...only 50 cents....."&lt;br /&gt;--Brother for sale, The Olsen Twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-3856601664934979262?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3856601664934979262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=3856601664934979262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3856601664934979262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/3856601664934979262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-something-wrong-either-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RkZflBdREfI/AAAAAAAAACo/qqx54O7K1zo/s72-c/22bus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-5358012047728309790</id><published>2007-05-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:09:45.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This days are a drag. A downright drag. Feel as though i'm in a slow-mo movie, and the pace is so slow i can come to a stand-still. Went to watch Spidey-3 yesterday. Yup, it was worth the ticket price. The best of the instalments so far, and that's saying something. Can't wait for Pirates 3 now. I bet it's gonna be better than the last one. At least have more of Johnny on screen. The last one has so little Johnny i had to cool my heels each time it focused on other characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My body is rebelling against me. It doesn't follow my orders, like not to shut down so damn early because there's so much i haven't finish yet. But it still insist on shutting down one by one by the time 11 rolls around. And then, when i really got ready for bed, i'll find myself tossing and turning til early morning. What irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate this helpless feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"Tell me how to forgive you....&lt;br /&gt;When i'm the one who's ashamed..."&lt;br /&gt;--Beautiful Liar, Beyonce &amp;amp; Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-5358012047728309790?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5358012047728309790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5358012047728309790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5358012047728309790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5358012047728309790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-days-are-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-5316266318762545649</id><published>2007-05-09T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:55:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just realised that i didn't write anything for my last post, and yet i publish it. Muz be out of my mind. Been sick for the past few days. Brain muz have been damaged by the fever. LOL. Better now. Dean made it all ok. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Still can't sit for too long. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lookin' at these photographs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime i do it makes me laugh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Photograph, Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&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/35176079-5316266318762545649?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5316266318762545649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=5316266318762545649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5316266318762545649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/5316266318762545649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-realised-that-i-didnt-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-1157721129912269276</id><published>2007-05-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:35:16.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-1157721129912269276?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1157721129912269276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1157721129912269276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1157721129912269276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1157721129912269276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-1846803136441703816</id><published>2007-05-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:42:13.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GD0syWJuQgY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GD0syWJuQgY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="205" width="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Made just for me. Hehehehehe......i love it!! Thx Hay1ock...i owe this person a BIG hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-1846803136441703816?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1846803136441703816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=1846803136441703816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1846803136441703816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/1846803136441703816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/made-just-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-8518373050282874658</id><published>2007-05-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:06:02.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Went to a facial yesterday with my couz Nad @ Bioskin. Never had a facial before. A bit "jakun", or, in English, awestruck. Took some pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The facial person showed how our skin looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;50X magnified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and OMG. It looks horrible! The facial hairs are as thick as tree trunks! And like so bloody oily! *shudders* Thank god no one can really see how it's like 50X magnified, otherwise i'll just hide my face in a paper bag whenever i go outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Rjc_2BdREZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Utn81xqURZI/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Rjc_2BdREZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Utn81xqURZI/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059582903710716306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The waiting area. Very nice. It's a long couch with fake bamboo plants behind. Reminded me of Anderson Sec Sch. Without the uniforms of cuz. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdBXxdREaI/AAAAAAAAACA/QLKf2HNBGAY/s1600-h/bioskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdBXxdREaI/AAAAAAAAACA/QLKf2HNBGAY/s320/bioskin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059584583042929058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The interior of the spa. This place is @ Wheelock Place by the way. 5th floor, tucked at the very corners of the building. We almost thought we were lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, the facial was good. Both of us also had, as an additional service, upper lip threading done. And it hurts so bad -for me anyway- that i had tears streaming down my face the whole time it was being done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After over 2hrs of facial, we were finally let out of the spa. Damn hungry, and decided to eat over at Marriott. Actually, not so keen on the eating part, but i miss the Shirley Temple there, so off we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdEbxdREbI/AAAAAAAAACI/2mbevoXvXy4/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdEbxdREbI/AAAAAAAAACI/2mbevoXvXy4/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059587950297289138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me with the Shirley Temple. Finally, after so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdFBBdREcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TRN-Vxcs-74/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdFBBdREcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/TRN-Vxcs-74/s320/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059588590247416258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and my couz. The middle glass is supposed to hold a candle, but i don't think it can be seen from this angle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdFuBdREdI/AAAAAAAAACY/lm5OrqByoZI/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdFuBdREdI/AAAAAAAAACY/lm5OrqByoZI/s320/food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059589363341529554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The aftermath of our hunger. Supposed to take a pic of the meal before, but we were too damn hungry. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdGMhdREeI/AAAAAAAAACg/VLQXktyS_5E/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CNgGRy-bvX4/RjdGMhdREeI/AAAAAAAAACg/VLQXktyS_5E/s320/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059589887327539682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me slouching after the meal. I looked so tired, and i was. So it was off back home right after that. Can barely keep my eyes open, but once i was home i can't sleep! Tossing and turning til the wee hours of the morning. Insomnia rules yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All in all, an enjoyable day. To my couz, Nad, yup, let's do this again, and see if your mum's willing to sponsor this time round. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Leaving the house another quarter to five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Slipped on my boots and I'm ready to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And I feel so high, I feel so alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;--Make over, Christina Aguilera&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/35176079-8518373050282874658?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8518373050282874658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8518373050282874658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8518373050282874658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8518373050282874658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-to-facial-yesterday-with-my-couz.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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/_CNgGRy-bvX4/Rjc_2BdREZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Utn81xqURZI/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35176079.post-277700584658424298</id><published>2007-04-23T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:42:09.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw the results for the Save One Show on eonline.com. Supernatural came in 4th! First is Gilmore Girls, followed by Veronica Mars and One Tree Hill. GG has 2.2 &lt;em&gt;million &lt;/em&gt;votes! Wow. SPN had only over 400,000 votes. Hmm. Maybe it's cuz SPN is only in its 2nd season, so like it's not as well known as GG, VM or OTH. But the good news is that there's gonna be a 3rd season for SPN after all! Hooray! Thank God. Not sure how i will survive the rest of my life with only 2 seasons of SPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, over the weekend, one of my cousins was asking me: What's the best way to hurt someone you really hate? Took me awhile to think it over.  It's a hard question, really. I've never really had a chance to insult someone i truly hate, the main reason, being, there's no one person whom i truly detest. A lot of people have irritated me over the years, and made me truly pissed, but i guess none has ever come close to making me feel like i want to hunt them down and kill them cheerfully in cold blood. Except that, right now, my boss, C, is fast becoming a serious candidate. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about it, and ventured a suggestion that perhaps, she should just ignore the person. Like in the way of approaching the bully. Ignore the problem, and it'll go away. I feel that, maybe, actin like the person never existed will be an effective insult. She's doubtful, but she'll give it a try. Asked her who is that someone, and why does she hate the person that much, but she don't want to answer. Say the person is an idiotic moron. Haha. THAT sounds familiar. Wonder if she got the phrase from me. And getting a feeling that it's a guy she's talking about. In which case, ignoring the person is a perfect thing to do. After all, guys with really big egos can't stand to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. See if my advice works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-277700584658424298?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/277700584658424298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=277700584658424298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/277700584658424298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/277700584658424298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-saw-results-for-save-one-show-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-6687655463498125475</id><published>2007-04-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:49:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few weeks into the 4th month of the year. It's so fast. In a blink of an eye it'll be 10 years down the road and i'll be left wondering where the hell all those years go. Wise men said to make every second count, but how can i do something constructive with my day when my natural instinct is to while all my time away? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i do want the time to fly. That way, when i come down back into the cruel world of reality, there's not much more time for me to do something worthwhile with my life. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, crapping too much. i must be high on all that choc that i've consumed. gotta go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell me how to forgive you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When i'm the one who's ashamed...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Beyonce &amp;amp; Shakira&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/35176079-6687655463498125475?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6687655463498125475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=6687655463498125475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6687655463498125475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/6687655463498125475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/few-weeks-into-4th-month-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-8317331697367066662</id><published>2007-04-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:45:56.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was having a wadrobe makeover for the last 2 days, and found out that i've accumulated a lot of junk over the years. It just didn't sink it just how much i had til they're  scattered all over my bedroom floor. And i found a lot of things thast i "lost" over the past year. Plus those things that you just put aside but never really did remember they were there til you see them with your own eyes. One of those things is my yr2 pjc pics. 2 of them, 1 formal and the other an informal shot. Signatures and best wishes were collected. I had great fun reading them. I'm gonna list them down in this blog. My own comments about the, er, comments are in brackets. You guys (referring to the pjc classmates) can make a guess who said what. More importantly, can you recognise your own words?? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Hey Norlin, i have known you for a year. You are cheerful and caring. Stay cheerful always. Have you found yourself a guy? Chunmeng izzit? Haha...just kidding. Cheers for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(LOL, no not CM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Hey babe, u noe something...u're actually very smart so you should show your full potential during As! You go gurl....! Luv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(nah, i'm not smart. look where i am now. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Harrow Nor Giggs, remember to throw e ball into e pitch properly o.k? Ha2...me never forget the chats, the secrets, the laughs the moments...i'll def keep in touch w u! Love :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yup, i'm practising...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Hey norlin, loved e time when we sat in front of the 1st half of this yr and talked behind e teachers back! Hee anyway take care! Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(which teacher are we talking abt here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) NORLIN!!! :) u little girl! so sweet &amp; all... be like this always huh?? :) :).... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(little girl???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Wish you all the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(short and sweet..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Man U suck Bayern rules! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah right. in your dreams!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Giggs! remember to invite me to your wedding...to who else but Ryan!!! oh, by the way, if Gerald Houllier throws me out of Anfield for pestering Berger &amp; Owen, can i be your sister-in-law? Love ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(do you reli wanna be my sis-in-law? even now?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Hello!..Hmm..known you for two years now..went through many things in life things that are very unexpected but you are a good friend . Nice to know you. -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i'll always be a good friend....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Hey NORLIN, enjoyed those times we attended remedial lessons 2gether cos we both can 'score' realli 'well' for maths hee~ Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(hey man, my scores are legendary..LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Hope you do well in whatever you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(short and sweet no.2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12) Giggsy -&gt; :p you don't even look like him, anyway had a nice time chasing Man Utd together. Aniway keep in touch &amp; gd luck for your A's Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i don't need to look like him to be his girl... :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Hey Norlin! :) really nice knowing you man..you are a great frenz! stay bubbly always! *hugz* Luv &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(bubbly? am i really? i dun remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) HARO Norlin, err...actually i did have any opportunity to noe u well. Anyway, glad to have you as a friend All the best!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(the person drew a face, but i'm afraid i can't accurately recreate it on the blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15) Hi NORLIN! well...we noe each other 4 a veri long time...so i shall not bother u w my LONG nonsense! Well...u've been a wonderful fren...&amp; all e best 4 ur "A"s! All the best finding ur prince charming! Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(erm, prince charming is in the fairy tales unfortunately, but my Blue/Green Eyes is quite perfect in his own way... :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) Hey Norlin, this is like our ...err...sixth year as classmates. This would probably be our last year. So all the best for the 'A's and study hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(yup...6th yr! my god!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17) Hey little imp! Stay sweet n cute ok? Wish you success in your future n hope u pass ur 'A's with Flying colours! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Imp! hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18) Hey norlin! you e girl man! ur so funny &amp; pseudosweet! (ur e most not-sweet girl i noe!) hehehe...i love your hair here! Rem all our gossip sessions okay n also our crazy time teaching Banu how 2 swim @  Sentosa! Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(i love the word pseudosweet.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19)Dearest Norlin, be the best that you can be, you've got lots of potential. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(LOL potential? yeah right. i think if i do stil have potential, it's unrealised)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ok, i can't rewrite this one, cuz it's all in chinese and i dun even know how to read it, much less write it. hint: this person is left-handed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, done. leave me a tag if you guys can find yours, or if you think you know any one of the others. Happy hunting....... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-8317331697367066662?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8317331697367066662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=8317331697367066662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8317331697367066662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/8317331697367066662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/was-having-wadrobe-makeover-for-last-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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-35176079.post-2976365520644753044</id><published>2007-04-06T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:14:19.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Half time for the Man Utd vs Roma 1st leg game. Utd is down 0-1, and only on 10 men. God. I hope when they are discussing in the dressing room Fergie will give a knock on Scholes' head for being so reckless. What a f**king stupid challenge. They are away for gods' sake. Plenty of time for revenge later. Argh. And i personally worship the ground that Van der Sar walks on. He saved Utd's ass so many times today. Let's hope he continues to do so in the 2nd half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just saw on tv that there was a skirmish beteween the Roma and Man Utd fans. Wth. This is not good at all. There's even those police with full riot gear trying to break up the fight. Hmm. I'm pretty sure Man Utd is going to get a hefty fine for this. Not sure which club fans started it, but whatever la. Am getting frustrated now. Want to throw something at someone. Violent tendencies. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, game started. Gotta go and see if they can salvage anything left of this farce of a game between the champions. *sour grapes* LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35176079-2976365520644753044?l=norlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2976365520644753044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35176079&amp;postID=2976365520644753044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2976365520644753044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35176079/posts/default/2976365520644753044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norlyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/half-time-for-man-utd-vs-roma-1st-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>Whatever You Wanna Call Me</name><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>
