<?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-1680733290326448225</id><updated>2012-01-26T08:05:11.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs;</title><subtitle type='html'>نه حسابوي شي يو، چې د ماو shimmer د هغې په سېبونه
-Saib-e-Tabrizi.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-7506721154690800198</id><published>2012-01-26T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:05:11.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.</title><content type='html'>Where. Where is the moon that we used to dance to?&lt;br /&gt;Used to laugh until we fell down.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all in the past.&lt;br /&gt;How. How did we lost our way?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something we said, or didn't?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was never real.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to strangers&lt;br /&gt;We let ourselves fall&lt;br /&gt;Something to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Distance&lt;br /&gt;It's like I never loved you before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-7506721154690800198?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7506721154690800198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=7506721154690800198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7506721154690800198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7506721154690800198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions.html' title='Questions.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1934239231611366278</id><published>2012-01-19T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:16:35.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the pieces that don't fit in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;For the insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;For the many reasons we chose to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;For you to say it's your fault, &lt;br /&gt;and for me to say it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pushed that thought away, and shut myself away.&lt;br /&gt;Ran in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;To feel the drops of water on me. To breathe. &lt;br /&gt;I take this stand, right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is this how it's gonna end, then let's make it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm Cherlyn. and you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1934239231611366278?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1934239231611366278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1934239231611366278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1934239231611366278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1934239231611366278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-pieces-that-dont-fit-in-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-177562300968120292</id><published>2012-01-19T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T03:54:02.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emptiness. &lt;br /&gt;The feeling when you put yourself out there;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find out they already had their mind made up. &lt;br /&gt;Only to realize that it wasn't real all along. &lt;br /&gt;To feel the frustration, anger and dissapointment; &lt;br /&gt;Because it is easier to feel this way than to face te truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, when will we stop being cowards? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-177562300968120292?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/177562300968120292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=177562300968120292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/177562300968120292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/177562300968120292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/emptiness.html' title=''/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4384261052275264437</id><published>2012-01-18T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:31:35.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know?</title><content type='html'>Baby, we are too afraid to admit it. &lt;br /&gt;The thing we have,had.&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid of the what would happen, because our heart was too afraid of our past. &lt;br /&gt;So we fell in, succumbed to the stories of the past, &lt;br /&gt;Because we were too darn afraid; to face the present, &lt;br /&gt;To live in the now.&lt;br /&gt;We let go, saying it's for the best. &lt;br /&gt;But how can it be the best? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're giving up. Because in reality, we are just plain cowards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4384261052275264437?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4384261052275264437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4384261052275264437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4384261052275264437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4384261052275264437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do you know?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3534134809583791556</id><published>2012-01-02T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:17:27.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Long Due.</title><content type='html'>The first day of semester two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rather lovely; the feeling, reliving a '&lt;em&gt;tradition&lt;/em&gt;'- gathering our same group of friends and just spending some time together. Nothing grand though, just a simple 'potluck', music, a couple of dvds, and... ah, this year, or shall I say 'last year' we had a couple glass of red wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are, all my close friends whom I grown up with. (Well not all as some are in another country, some are on a holiday, some had futsal tournament and are just too tired to come, some had family plans and some, are just simply m.i.a.) It has been what, 3 years now? since we began this 'tradition' of ours? Now take a step back and take this. Every year, for 3 years now, we have been ending a year together and started a brand new one, together. What really amazes me today is to see how much each of us have grown into a bigger person in our respective lives. It is as if I 'zoned' out for a moment there, like how the movies would display it,&amp;nbsp; person suddenly stops whatever he's doing and like they mute the sound system and he looks to his surroundings only to smile and chuckle at what he is seeing. Yep, I zoned out for a while there.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I did not expect much that night, for everybody have their hands full- college life, college friends, and for some, living abroad. But no, they showed up. Even for those abroad, we managed to take some time to skype with them. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Feeling touched yet?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if any of them felt the way I did that day but even if they don't, it doesn't really matter does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could rely on them, if ever I fall. &lt;br /&gt;Laugh with, when one does the stupidest mistake ever.&lt;br /&gt;Cry with, be it wheather it's because she's pms-ing or yeah, it's just one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;Stand by them, when one leaves the country- for whatever the reason may be.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise them, be it a birthday party or a farewell party, eventhough it never works as the person who is supposed to be 'surprise' would end up 'surprising' the planner instead...&lt;br /&gt;Because you will listen to my complaints, even if it is 3 o'clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Because you will tell me to "shut the hell up" and move on.&lt;br /&gt;Unplanned lunch hours and outings,&lt;br /&gt;Being thousand miles away- forgive me for not being a good friend in keeping in touch- you still take your time to listen and updating me. &lt;br /&gt;Calling me out on random times and just talk, talk about really; everything.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships that did not work out, and yet you still treat me like how you used to.&lt;br /&gt;Jogging at the lake, man the sight of construction was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;Night outings, ignoring the curfew of one of our friends :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have listed all the memories we had together, but I bet reading this you are thinking of a few right now. Hey, hopefully every other time when you read this, those flashbacks of great and not-so-great memories will be replayed. And with that, my friend, &lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we've made history&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days come and go, &lt;br /&gt;we grow a &lt;em&gt;'little' &lt;/em&gt;older.&lt;br /&gt;But fret not, for our jokes are &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; a bore.&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities are on our shoulder now,&lt;br /&gt;even more than before.&lt;br /&gt;But hold on, take a moment, &lt;strong&gt;take a pause here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I want you to know that whatever you are up to in the amazing life of yours;&lt;br /&gt;at times of happiness to the time if, if you ever fall, &lt;br /&gt;Just know that I have your back. &lt;br /&gt;I'll try my very best, to help you get back on your track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy new year&lt;/strong&gt;, my dear friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3534134809583791556?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3534134809583791556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3534134809583791556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3534134809583791556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3534134809583791556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-long-due.html' title='This is Long Due.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8242592487534078160</id><published>2012-01-01T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:32:31.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabula Rasa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;media art.﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HcB0WD2CLU/TwFO3KN2zMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nf6NbgTIUs0/s1600/215820_10150162279511925_595856924_6894311_408416_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HcB0WD2CLU/TwFO3KN2zMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nf6NbgTIUs0/s400/215820_10150162279511925_595856924_6894311_408416_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rediscovering...oneself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8242592487534078160?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8242592487534078160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8242592487534078160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8242592487534078160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8242592487534078160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/tabula-rasa.html' title='Tabula Rasa.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HcB0WD2CLU/TwFO3KN2zMI/AAAAAAAAAd0/nf6NbgTIUs0/s72-c/215820_10150162279511925_595856924_6894311_408416_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5737359293711038855</id><published>2012-01-01T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T08:02:11.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a little &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; creative here. So why not visual aid? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Znmh7XEa59g/TwBsD1SKIyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PKQRooD49y8/s1600/254008_10150196789716925_595856924_7202532_3920052_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Znmh7XEa59g/TwBsD1SKIyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PKQRooD49y8/s320/254008_10150196789716925_595856924_7202532_3920052_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Richmond High School Prom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Party in the USA" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Philippines, US, Malaysia, Azerbajan, Finland, Italy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2EW5Yz_pcI/TwBsImsgoZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KYMJKCrY_qE/s1600/226803_159898127408110_133308723400384_391856_2547461_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2EW5Yz_pcI/TwBsImsgoZI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KYMJKCrY_qE/s320/226803_159898127408110_133308723400384_391856_2547461_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Budak ni kan, macam Diva" -ALET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtNQIHhJd9I/TwBsMlFxUmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EmNmYb0WoT4/s1600/302346_219716771426245_133308723400384_641292_2057215464_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AtNQIHhJd9I/TwBsMlFxUmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/EmNmYb0WoT4/s320/302346_219716771426245_133308723400384_641292_2057215464_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Field Trip USA !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5737359293711038855?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5737359293711038855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5737359293711038855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5737359293711038855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5737359293711038855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2012/01/april.html' title=''/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Znmh7XEa59g/TwBsD1SKIyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/PKQRooD49y8/s72-c/254008_10150196789716925_595856924_7202532_3920052_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2125286236655210331</id><published>2011-12-30T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:08:19.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet, don't fail me now.</title><content type='html'>March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Oh, I'll surpise you alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyze6Eiuz7w/Tv6h4ytNaqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CI21atS5NWE/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyze6Eiuz7w/Tv6h4ytNaqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CI21atS5NWE/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track was hilarious (at least for me). Drills was the part where it was.. uh kinda embarassing today. See, I am kinda new at practice so I tag along with Hannah in the gym (basketball court). Let me paint the picture in your head : drills from one end to the other of the court. Butt kicks, stretches.. you name it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of nowhere, everybody started sprinting. Human reaction : for me was taking longer than usual at that very moment. So yeah. I was like, CRAP. GO! While I was running I stepped on my shoelaces.. and for a split two second delay there I was falling towards gravity. Yep, fell forward. Got a bruise on my knee and left hip. Bravo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I did got up and continued running.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;em&gt;To be honest, I do feel lonely at school. I know I have friends whom I hang out with and all; there are people whom i talk to and all. But beneath our short, not serious conversation, I feel different. I want someone to talk to-someone who i can actually tell how i feel and what is going through my mind when you do an American thing of yours. It has been two months since I am here. Why do I still feel this way? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿xxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿SPM results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The phone rang at 1104pm last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BABE!! You got straight A's!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "WHAAAAAAAAT?! You serious? Really?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yeap, all A + except BM, A. Ok? I love you" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Short, brief conversation in a phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to scream out of joy. But no I should not.. as everyone else in the house is already asleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there I was, holding on two phones sitting on the kitchen floor waiting for, idk. I want to be there with my friends right now. I want to celebrate and cry with them.. Gosh, here it is like no big deal to any of them, so the excitement I feel just does not feel real. I sent a few emails to Malaysian mom, then just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, thinking. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2125286236655210331?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2125286236655210331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2125286236655210331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2125286236655210331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2125286236655210331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/feet-dont-fail-me-now.html' title='Feet, don&apos;t fail me now.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyze6Eiuz7w/Tv6h4ytNaqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CI21atS5NWE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8206611066873325236</id><published>2011-12-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:44:30.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Ice. Snow. CNY and 18, away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um3yzxTeyKY/Tv6cjTgaOlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2hOHNpdyRA8/s1600/180618_496842986924_595856924_6301262_56051_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um3yzxTeyKY/Tv6cjTgaOlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2hOHNpdyRA8/s320/180618_496842986924_595856924_6301262_56051_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10th Feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-4'F outside! When I walked out the house this morning, I could feel the icy-ness of the cold. My fingers went numb. Luckily Karri's car was already warmed up when I got in it (: &lt;/em&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrating &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;, and me turning 18 there was really...different. My host family and I held a CNY + my birthday kinda party. Which really, is nice! Lots of people came. We prepared fusion food, ordered chinese looking decorations, made Dad climb up to hang up the decos' ... Ah, such a different environment for me there. Back home everyone would be very loud, talking bout not sweeping the floors, preparing cookies in the cookie jar.. preparing offerings for grandpa.. Well I guess it was a success, most of the guest really did not experience a chinese new year party before. So there you go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8206611066873325236?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8206611066873325236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8206611066873325236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8206611066873325236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8206611066873325236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/february.html' title=''/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Um3yzxTeyKY/Tv6cjTgaOlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2hOHNpdyRA8/s72-c/180618_496842986924_595856924_6301262_56051_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2023479116607231460</id><published>2011-12-30T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:18:27.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Learn Who Your Real Friends Are.</title><content type='html'>January 2011.﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Seat 53 C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_56ajnByUnI/Tv3vaIHpNyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c0jZ4-RFJic/s1600/179068_497016883951_649053951_6232919_8143469_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_56ajnByUnI/Tv3vaIHpNyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c0jZ4-RFJic/s320/179068_497016883951_649053951_6232919_8143469_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Airport, the day I left for the States. (Ignore the date)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here is how I started my year of 2011. While some of my classmates already starting college, some working part time, some just &lt;strike&gt;plain lazy&lt;/strike&gt; "taking a break" from studying, I was leaving for the United States for an exchange programme with AFS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"You are not going to cry." I keep telling myself that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But eventually I did. How could I not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Flashback : I have not seen my friends since the new year's party as I had to pack, and attend my pre-departure camp etc. At the end of the day, I was a little worned out, tired. The day I left the camp was&amp;nbsp; the day of my departure. Mom came to pick me up from the hotel in Shah Alam, and surprisingly Rui Zhen came too. I started to ask where are all my friends? Are they not going to see me go off? But honestly, at that point I was worried about packing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURPRISEEEEEEEE!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;......... I think Vincent still has that video of me acting frantically when they all screamed "surprise." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;They were here! All of them, closed ones mostly. They put together a farewell party, secretly with mom. How could I not see this coming! ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Screw the packing. That moment there, was all I need at that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love you all. (you know who you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2023479116607231460?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2023479116607231460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2023479116607231460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2023479116607231460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2023479116607231460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-learn-who-your-real-friends-are.html' title='You Learn Who Your Real Friends Are.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_56ajnByUnI/Tv3vaIHpNyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c0jZ4-RFJic/s72-c/179068_497016883951_649053951_6232919_8143469_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-398107915858268211</id><published>2011-12-30T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:15:09.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, as You Are</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is really not THAT surprising when you look on the right side of this page, and see that in the year of 2011, there is only... wait for it......... &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; post so far. Yes, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;365&lt;/span&gt; days and I only posted once this year. To be honest, the only reason why that post was there was due to an AP English assignment I had. Oh well. What a &lt;em&gt;productive &lt;/em&gt;year for my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. I'll give in now. Considering the fact that the this year is ending, and another is beginning, why not relive those memories of mine here. So YEAH, wait for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be continued.﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-398107915858268211?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/398107915858268211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=398107915858268211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/398107915858268211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/398107915858268211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/come-as-you-are.html' title='Come, as You Are'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8827038556785027771</id><published>2011-05-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:00:18.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At The Stars, Look How They Shine For You</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying on my tummy on the floor, listening to my iPod while doing my ACP US History Anthology Project Paper - Eugenics Movement, when my 3-year old host sister nudge me on my shoulder. I looked up at her and smiled. With her ever so adorable voice, she asked&lt;br /&gt;" Emmm.. Cherlyn, what are you doing? "&lt;br /&gt;"Oh HI Zoeeee! I am doing my ..homework!" while taking off my right piece of earphone. " What are YOU, doing Zo? "&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, head tilted to the side and said "I am.. I am gonna do my homework to , okay Cherlyn?"&lt;br /&gt;She then runs out of the room only to return seconds later with a notebook like mine on on hand and a blue pencil in the other. She lays down on her tummy (like me) and begin scribbling lines or whatever it is going through her mind and oh, wait for it- yes,once satisfied, holds that piece of paper up high in front of me and says "Look, I'm doing my homework," proudly. I could not help but to chuckle and compliment her work. "Good job Zo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very moment I realize how much a younger sibling looks up to the elder ones. I now see, how much our younger siblings 'want' to imitate; to follow; to play; to act and to do things like what their &lt;i&gt;qeqe&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;jie jie&lt;/i&gt; (elder brother and elder sister respectively) do. Now, for me being the youngest in my family never did realize how much I have probably annoyed my two lovely elder siblings when I was younger (I probably still do annoy them :p ) Perhaps now, looking back, I did learn from both of them -in a way or two and perhaps in the future, Zoe would feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8827038556785027771?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8827038556785027771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8827038556785027771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8827038556785027771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8827038556785027771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='Look At The Stars, Look How They Shine For You'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4001980479198028150</id><published>2010-12-31T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:11:07.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll See You Next Year, get it?</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I know...&amp;nbsp;I have been asking myself the very same question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why is my blog so dead?" &lt;/div&gt;Oh well, no specific reason for that question... Just did not have the mood I guess? &lt;br /&gt;Dushkk! Anyways, I suddenly have the mood to blog today, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Year 2011 is coming, and we have to say &lt;em&gt;sayonara&lt;/em&gt; to Year 2010, why not do justice and just blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAR 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very beginning of year 2010, I told myself that this year&amp;nbsp;is going to be different. Things will be different. Heck,&amp;nbsp;of course things&amp;nbsp;will be different. &lt;br /&gt;And today, being the last day of this very year,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could safely&amp;nbsp;say that ,&lt;br /&gt;different? hm very true indeed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a&amp;nbsp;little &lt;u&gt;flashback&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;what happened&amp;nbsp;(to my life and maybe a little bit on others) this year, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted INDRA from Indonesia (IBYE) ! ah.. my 'brother' (who is most probably reading this now. hello :D ) &lt;br /&gt;I was elected as class monitor.... Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;did not&lt;/u&gt; run 3000m again. Surprise!?&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW HOUSE WON! I am, really, a proud-only-girl captain. (syok sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;Another medal for MSSD hurdles!&lt;br /&gt;I joined in the Cultural Club. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I think I joined too many clubs this year. &lt;br /&gt;Diving at Perhentian again. Loved it. ( too bad John could not join me this year :p )&lt;br /&gt;I overcome stage fright (if i had that). Sang in Leo IU, something which I don't think I would do. Kudos eh?&lt;br /&gt;Ups and Downs during AFS interviews and scholarship applications.&lt;br /&gt;Mending&amp;nbsp;of certain friendships. &lt;br /&gt;Learnt more about my roots. Peranakans.&lt;br /&gt;SMK Subang Jaya 's Sinar Jaya is ready on time! ( kudos to the Ed Board team ! )&lt;br /&gt;Struggle and juggle between co-cu and SPM. &lt;br /&gt;Struggle with accounts. GAH. &lt;br /&gt;Did Physics SPM in the hospital. Had gastric -.-&lt;br /&gt;Cried after Accounts paper. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Left for Japan, for a homestay program. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Got selected for AFS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even realizing it, another year has come and gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Year 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the future lies ahead. I&amp;nbsp;will be&amp;nbsp;leaving for the states soon. Currently, I am feeling euphoric ,and all excited about my student exchange journey. But really, even with all the smiling and acting all "OMG" on the outside, I am actually a little scared about it. Terrified, really. Heck, I could not even bring myself to tell my friends that I am leaving ,only until about a few weeks ago? Really. Six months may sound really short, but if one second makes a difference to the person who came in second in a 100m race, imagine what a difference a whole six months would make. Would things change when I come back? Pfft, will people change? Will my friends now still be my friends ? I would be miles away from home. How homesick would I get? Yeah, that is some of the many questions I find myself, sometimes wonder. But again, lets just live a day as it is shall we? I am sure, that whatever happens in the near future, has its reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for the brand new year. Are you ?&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, and really, have a wonderful one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4001980479198028150?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4001980479198028150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4001980479198028150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4001980479198028150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4001980479198028150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-see-you-next-year-get-it.html' title='I&apos;ll See You Next Year, get it?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5253501535446766075</id><published>2010-08-24T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T05:06:03.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Twist.</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted something so bad, that when you don't have it, it crushes you,&amp;nbsp;making you feel that life&amp;nbsp;is so unfair and you close your teary eyes, wondering if the world knows how much it means to you? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*hands up* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DO. &lt;/div&gt;At this particular point of my life,&amp;nbsp; I couldn't help but to ask myself;&lt;br /&gt;Was it because of some things I did, or DIDN'T do? Or was it just because of something I said? &lt;br /&gt;If I would have done this(or that) in the past, would the result be the same? IF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, would it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;IF is A possibility, condition, or stipulation. What would or could have happen if the &lt;em&gt;past me&lt;/em&gt; have done things differently, only god knows. &lt;br /&gt;I once heard a saying that goes, " Everything happens for&amp;nbsp;a reason ". Well, for now,&amp;nbsp;it better be for a&amp;nbsp;darn good reason.&amp;nbsp;Sigh. Yes,&amp;nbsp;I feel like&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;could have&amp;nbsp;done things better. I feel like&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;let the nervousness&amp;nbsp;of myself control me. Such a bummer.&amp;nbsp;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the&amp;nbsp;IF's and&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;would of could have&amp;nbsp;happen.&amp;nbsp;The &lt;em&gt;present me&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;says it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;The sad phase has to move on the happy phase, somehow sometime. Why feel so down when you have a choice to be up? Besides, lets admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;SHIT HAPPENS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its only a matter on how YOU, take it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF you fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dust it up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things will get better; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Papa said, the most important thing in life is that; you, yes YOU- never, ever, give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life goes on (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ya'll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5253501535446766075?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5253501535446766075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5253501535446766075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5253501535446766075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5253501535446766075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-twist.html' title='Life&apos;s a Twist.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1222570025287721267</id><published>2010-08-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:05:39.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are like a maze.</title><content type='html'>Konnichiwa Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a loyal visitor to my VERY interesting blog. Honestly, sometimes I wonder why this blog even existed.. but for now,&amp;nbsp; I might as well post, er.. a &lt;em&gt;post ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of (my) day is&amp;nbsp; : What do people usually blog about? Like, seriously. How do people just HAVE a blog? How did they even decide to start a blog. &lt;br /&gt;Did they wake up one day and go "OMG ! I SHOULD GET A BLOG" ?! &lt;br /&gt;I have come across a few&amp;nbsp;blog sites and this is&amp;nbsp;pretty much&amp;nbsp;my conclusion - and a twist of my story :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have a blog site to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Talk&amp;nbsp;on their&amp;nbsp;daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hello ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Today I woke up at 6.30am. Had a light breakfast, and head to school. How was school? Well, school was pretty much the same, except I had to walk around the block to pass around some letter for the NIKE TRAINING RUN PROGRAMME happening tomorrow to the participants. Second time NIKE is organising this programme- still the respond are overwhelming. 118 people ! Sometimes I think they just join the programme because it has the word NIKE in it. How tacky. Oh well.. Went out for lunch with my sister then head to add math tuition. AH, binomial distribution. Dear the-people-who-discovered-probability ,&lt;strong&gt; you rock ! &lt;/strong&gt;how you manage to come up with the table of normal distribution &lt;em&gt;amaze me.&lt;/em&gt; and yes,it is sometimes indeed confusing&amp;nbsp;like &lt;em&gt;a maze&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bottom line is : I &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;eat.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;drink&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;shit.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;. ZZZZZzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Bimbo blog !&lt;/span&gt;- people's &amp;nbsp;favourite.(come on,&amp;nbsp;I know you like it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;LIKE, OMGGGGG .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;You can not believe what just happened today!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw A , making out with B, who is suppose to be with C, but C dumped B for D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I fail- lets try it again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I like, totally, totally, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; loveeeee my day! Had a greaaat day at school. ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Unfortunately, there&amp;nbsp;is bad news.&amp;nbsp;*frown* &amp;nbsp;You ready for the bad news??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......I.... broke.....my... NAILSSSSSSSS !!&lt;/strong&gt; :( :( :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;super duper sadness right now.. I mean like, I just, *sniff* *sniff* can not believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;My manicure...... my ..... (sigh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I think I need a new hair cut! Wee ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;( I do not- I repeat, I DO NOT talk or act like this. My attempt of writing a bimbo blog - FAIL!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG, right?....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Bitch about stuff. (really)&lt;br /&gt;Fck. I honestly don't know what is that X problem? If he really has a problem with her, why can't they solve it maturely? Honestly, I'm getting tired of being in between their childish act. &lt;br /&gt;BLA BLA BLA.&lt;br /&gt;You get the point ,ey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why blog about it? Lashing out anger in this space isn't gonna solve the problem. Come on, it is the 21st century. Grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, enough with the negatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Informative blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that ................&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts! ..............&lt;br /&gt;Rangka karangan............ etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Random stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like this one that you are reading (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of blogger are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1222570025287721267?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1222570025287721267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1222570025287721267' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1222570025287721267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1222570025287721267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-like-maze.html' title='You are like a maze.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3322538637936954456</id><published>2010-06-05T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:51:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm seven -teeen!  You?</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was writing some notes on his book when I, being the&amp;nbsp;playful person&amp;nbsp;I am,&amp;nbsp;decided to just nudge him. (not a very smart move)&lt;br /&gt;*nudge* &lt;br /&gt;His pen moved over the what would have been a perfectly written sentence,&amp;nbsp;instead it&amp;nbsp;formed a line across the page. &lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, " How old are you again? " and chuckled. &lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" ,I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I being childish? I don't know. Maybe I was.&lt;br /&gt;But after what he said really got myself thinking. &lt;br /&gt;Do I always act like that? I mean, I realized that I am a little cheeky. Like I can make the lamest thing out of every single word you say. Sometimes I can be &lt;strike&gt;pretty&lt;/strike&gt; annoying I think. I get excited at the littlest thing, laugh at the stupidest joke and sometimes end up laughing at my own jokes -.- ahhhh ,I know.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it. Why must everyone be so up tight? So serious ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;The world needs a break. You need a break. So smile. &lt;br /&gt;aaah I love, me (:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I AM STILL A KID , at heart .&lt;strike&gt;though sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; it shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3322538637936954456?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3322538637936954456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3322538637936954456' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3322538637936954456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3322538637936954456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-seven-teeen-you.html' title='I&apos;m seven -teeen!  You?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-683158656444917399</id><published>2010-06-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:34:38.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awesomeness of Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;                                         &lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/5pidokakU4I/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pidokakU4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pidokakU4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Axis of awesome- four chord song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-683158656444917399?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/683158656444917399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=683158656444917399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/683158656444917399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/683158656444917399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesomeness-of-awesome.html' title='The Awesomeness of Awesome!'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2169934202724443910</id><published>2010-04-30T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:53:11.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love surprises? (:</title><content type='html'>Aku Milik Kamu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2169934202724443910?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2169934202724443910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2169934202724443910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2169934202724443910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2169934202724443910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-you-just-love-surprises.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love surprises? (:'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3090445140748433543</id><published>2010-03-24T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:26:13.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update me please?!</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but to realise that its been a looooooongg time since I've submitted a post, ey?&lt;br /&gt;I bet this is like, the most dull- never been updated blog ever! Oh well, who reads this blog anyway? Oh wait, you do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHATS UP? &lt;br /&gt;Basically, this year I've been really busy? Or shall I say, "occupied" instead.. &lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed with all the activities I'm involved in (this few months of the year&amp;nbsp;are where all the clubs and stuff are active) , I think there WERE times I feel like I'm a SUPERWOMAN (oh wait.&amp;nbsp; I AM!!&amp;nbsp;,am I?&amp;nbsp;) With all the studies, sports. FUH. &lt;br /&gt;Nah, just kidding... Finding it hard to stick to a tight schedule. No, I AIN'T&amp;nbsp;stress (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPS ?&lt;br /&gt;Excited for SPORTS DAY !! GO &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;YELLOWW&lt;/span&gt; ! woooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN Utd 's Park scoring the second goal against Liverpool ? HAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWNs?&lt;br /&gt;Went online, wanted to register for Energizer Night Run ,only to find out&amp;nbsp;registration was closed the day before.. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a freaking &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; for BM:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, bits of whats going on in this "interesting" life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuning in to :&amp;nbsp; Wavin flag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swooooosh !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3090445140748433543?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3090445140748433543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3090445140748433543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3090445140748433543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3090445140748433543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-me-please.html' title='Update me please?!'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1604635097628573041</id><published>2010-02-07T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:42:55.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sexy" Seventeen -according to Kelvin</title><content type='html'>Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SAD/HAPPY. Can one really feel both at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DON'T FEEL SEXY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approximately 6 hours time, it would be my 17th year on planet Earth. WOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, &lt;br /&gt;"I am sixteen, going on seventeen ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1604635097628573041?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1604635097628573041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1604635097628573041' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1604635097628573041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1604635097628573041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexy-seventeen-according-to-kelvin.html' title='&quot;Sexy&quot; Seventeen -according to Kelvin'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5783314068004635730</id><published>2010-02-07T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:38:02.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, 2010</title><content type='html'>Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the extremely late and &lt;em&gt;ketinggalan zaman&lt;/em&gt; post.. The reason ? It's because i have&amp;nbsp;been &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy. Yeahpppp (:&lt;br /&gt;I realized that it already has been &lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt; TWO months&amp;nbsp;since&amp;nbsp;it turned&amp;nbsp;into a new year&amp;nbsp;- I guess the year is no longer new. I couldn't help but to wonder if I, myself, CHERLYN have any resolution(s) this year..&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I do.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;revolves around ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have &lt;strong&gt;FUN &lt;/strong&gt;-in everything I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; - everything I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE - &lt;/strong&gt;no matter what happens * (be "stress"-free!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;short talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;did you know that it takes 43 muscles to frown and only 16 to smile? So smile more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeahp, that's pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;late-2010-resolution-er (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5783314068004635730?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5783314068004635730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5783314068004635730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5783314068004635730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5783314068004635730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-2010.html' title='hello, 2010'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2354344689665058057</id><published>2009-12-23T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:45:10.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every seconds count</title><content type='html'>Hello reader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever been woken up by a dream, only to forgot what the dream was about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever felt ,alone, literally, Alone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever woke up on the wrong side of the bed and felt somehow, wrong in everything you do today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever listen to the lyrics of a song and felt like that is exactly how you are feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rush of adrenaline that somewhat,somehow makes you feel like today, you could change the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-only to find out you don't really know where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are feeling down, and yet no one seem to notice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Felt like you wanna scream but the words can't come out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Felt like you fell and all you wanna do is just to get back up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Caught in between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lost in the moment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, just another one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You wake up, to find only what you want to find. Close your eyes, whisper "it's all in my head", everything will fall into place after&amp;nbsp;you woken up from your dream. This is all a dream, maybe. Go to sleep. Cause you know, &lt;strike&gt;and hope so&lt;/strike&gt;, that tomorrow would be a brand new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brand new day. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Live your live to the fullest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2354344689665058057?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2354344689665058057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2354344689665058057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2354344689665058057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2354344689665058057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-seconds-count.html' title='Every seconds count'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3012937529357633083</id><published>2009-12-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:00:25.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other world.</title><content type='html'>Hello Reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've last logged in. It has been a crazy month. School holidays? You should be picturing me lazing around, staring at the computer screen for hours, or probably going out. Well, I am proud to say that you can&amp;nbsp;delete that picture in your head &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;..&amp;nbsp;I have been working part time&amp;nbsp;!&amp;nbsp;Waitressing, I shall say, is quite a tough job. Not only it is tiring for us to stand and provide customers a happy atmosphere, we have to face those cranky ones.&amp;nbsp;Yes, some &lt;em&gt;malaysians&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And to top it off, my pay was only RM4 an hour. Was it worth it - I sometimes wonder. Being a student, I am used to having everything paid by my parents. What I want ,sometimes even&amp;nbsp;things&amp;nbsp;I don't need, my mom would give a sigh and fork out her money for it. It looked easy to me, the way she or&amp;nbsp;papa worked, and to spend on my or my siblings. But noooo, it is a tough world out there- the real world. I kept thinking to myself, if I can't survive this part time job, how am I going to face the future ? Fortunately, I love&amp;nbsp;this job. Woot! Blessed with such &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;bosses, and working friends, working at Nando's was a blast. Most of the people I know, adults normally would disagree of me working , or perhaps any 16 year olds. They say somehow the working atmosphere CAN influence you to be different. Plus, I am a girl- I say, WHAT.. Yes. I have change. For better or for worse, I shall tell you now. I have become more calculative when I spend. Dushk, for one slice of Secret Recipe cake I have to work for like 2 hours.... dang. I wonder did my mom thought of all these when she spend her money. Hmmmm.. I have learnt to be more organised with my planning. Time to revise, time to work, time to play. Plus, I've learnt how to communicate with people- including cranky ones. How to say THANK YOU,&amp;nbsp;more often.&amp;nbsp;I have been given a crazy look for smiling randomly at strangers-outside of work. HAHA x) I met people of different background, people I know nothing of them, yet we work and talk like we've known each other long before. Thats what I liked about this. I feel like&amp;nbsp;they don't care about who you are. Here, we are the same. We work together :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I should probably stop talking (or typing). &lt;br /&gt;Did i just bore you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3012937529357633083?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3012937529357633083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3012937529357633083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3012937529357633083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3012937529357633083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/other-world.html' title='The other world.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5571407170412171786</id><published>2009-11-25T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:49:41.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mali ke Ipoh !</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;one day trip to Ipoh with Dad, bro and Audra was short, yet fun. We were suppose to leave home at 6am, but due to our Malaysian timing, we left at 7am.. &lt;em&gt;talk about being malaysian..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The weather was not so kind throughout the journey, as it was drizzling the whole day. Saw&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;road accidents on our way there and back. The car involved was badly crushed. Unfortunately, we forgot to take down the car number, so no 4D .&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Swv9iRUTs3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ASsY7QW1yFo/s1600/IMG_7563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Swv9iRUTs3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ASsY7QW1yFo/s320/IMG_7563.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The main reason we went to Ipoh was to attend my cousin's wedding. Ahh, which cousin ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I am not sure myself...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;My&amp;nbsp;dad's sister's daughter.&amp;nbsp;So that makes her my cousin :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here she is.... *wedding bells*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwwBX-YFePI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D4ucZHERjVU/s1600/IMG_7531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwwBX-YFePI/AAAAAAAAAZY/D4ucZHERjVU/s320/IMG_7531.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw05jcA158I/AAAAAAAAAZw/7LFFPAi0aIM/s1600/IMG_7551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw05jcA158I/AAAAAAAAAZw/7LFFPAi0aIM/s320/IMG_7551.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After witnessing the &lt;strong&gt;tea ceremony &lt;/strong&gt;(a sign of respect to the ancestors, or elderly&amp;nbsp;) and&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; lai see &lt;/strong&gt;, we drove around town, basicly to the&amp;nbsp;'new town'&amp;nbsp;to discover more of Ipoh.. So what makes Ipoh&amp;nbsp; famous? Ipoh &lt;em&gt;kai fan &lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw04MNKo3yI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lThbtXaG798/s1600/IMG_7570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw04MNKo3yI/AAAAAAAAAZo/lThbtXaG798/s320/IMG_7570.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw03HNiwqHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BmIPMfPScNk/s1600/IMG_7569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw03HNiwqHI/AAAAAAAAAZg/BmIPMfPScNk/s320/IMG_7569.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;though the picture of the &lt;em&gt;fan&lt;/em&gt; is missing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently this shop claimed that they serve the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; kai fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw06jK0ijuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/C1-LTG9b52I/s1600/IMG_7572.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw06jK0ijuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/C1-LTG9b52I/s320/IMG_7572.1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;I don't know about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We bought &lt;em&gt;Hiong Piah (delicacies). &lt;/em&gt;Audra got herself one packet of salted chicken.. for RM16. We found out the next store sold it at RM15. Maybe they put in less salt, thats why its cheaper. heh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad was like, "How salty do you think it is? Too salty ,aiyoh can cause high blood !" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have to say that there wasn't much time for us to explore around as we had to attend the wedding dinner at 6pm. Besides, we did not know our way around in Ipoh, so we were&amp;nbsp;depending on Audra's GPS, which went like " N-e-x-t 500 m-e-t-r-e-s t-u-r-n r-i-g-h-t....... r-i-g-h-t " I swear to god it was so hilarious when it kept on repeating, turn right, turn right when we missed the junction !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The dinner was like every chinese wedding dinner. It was suppose to start at 7, apparently. But of course, it did not start at 7, it started an hour later. Chinese wedding dinner are very loud. Loud, I tell you. IT is the time where people who really think, only think they can sing goes on stage and sing karaoke. But overall, it was okay..... Glasses didn't crack. So I guess their singing was fine :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Was definitely shocked when this dish came out, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw0-lwWExUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cfqrYdpxZDU/s1600/IMG_7616.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw0-lwWExUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cfqrYdpxZDU/s320/IMG_7616.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No joke,&amp;nbsp;that is a real piglet's head! On the plate!! Deep fried!! To perfection! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dammit, imagine thirty tables, thirty of this exact dish, THIRTY PIGLET had to DIE. To make it worse, their freaking&amp;nbsp;head is on the table. How &lt;strong&gt;selfish&lt;/strong&gt; can one be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, drama aside, the dinner was filled with fun and laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to the bride and groom (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1AJkp1iaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/W9DX8l3qCbg/s1600/IMG_7629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1AJkp1iaI/AAAAAAAAAaI/W9DX8l3qCbg/s320/IMG_7629.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1AnAbh_-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nNPnr3gQ340/s1600/IMG_7582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1AnAbh_-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nNPnr3gQ340/s320/IMG_7582.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1BwO2vQfI/AAAAAAAAAag/tmXrcOPlmAY/s1600/IMG_7645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1BwO2vQfI/AAAAAAAAAag/tmXrcOPlmAY/s320/IMG_7645.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1BcNWaAYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zoBfYmmK-yY/s1600/IMG_7643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1BcNWaAYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zoBfYmmK-yY/s320/IMG_7643.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rweeeeeeetard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1CbsL_dhI/AAAAAAAAAao/dtN4GDCNiTs/s1600/IMG_7603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1CbsL_dhI/AAAAAAAAAao/dtN4GDCNiTs/s320/IMG_7603.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad : "Wah ur dad look like mat salleh lah" . HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1Cssb_mhI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6-nGup6BJV0/s1600/IMG_759.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1Cssb_mhI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6-nGup6BJV0/s320/IMG_759.1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The conclusion of this post is, I have waaaay to much free time to blog ; CONGRATULATIONS to my dear cousin. ; Chinese wedding dinner? very loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ipoh? Datanglah melawat, sokonglah Cuti-Cuti Malaysia (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1Dc1UV3AI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pdTrAtS9q28/s1600/IMG_7568.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sw1Dc1UV3AI/AAAAAAAAAa4/pdTrAtS9q28/s320/IMG_7568.1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5571407170412171786?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5571407170412171786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5571407170412171786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5571407170412171786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5571407170412171786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/mali-ke-ipoh.html' title='Mali ke Ipoh !'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Swv9iRUTs3I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ASsY7QW1yFo/s72-c/IMG_7563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5196295677494826315</id><published>2009-11-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:41:22.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, We Slept.</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays to all students ! ...well except for SPM &amp;amp; STPM candidates :p &lt;br /&gt;I hope you are enjoying your holidays. I find myself feeling tired... of doing nothing! &lt;br /&gt;So i got myself a part time job, I honestly think that Subang Parade is packed with 16-year old workers! &lt;br /&gt;See if you could find me (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving money for this trip&amp;nbsp; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwYAM336K5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/B6KTa7owc74/s1600/cocotinus%2520divesites.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwYAM336K5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/B6KTa7owc74/s320/cocotinus%2520divesites.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Wish me luck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwYA49Rw4LI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aKbjZxxAB7I/s1600/14260_1281047510012_1344780785_786208_8132205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwYA49Rw4LI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aKbjZxxAB7I/s320/14260_1281047510012_1344780785_786208_8132205_n.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah,&amp;nbsp;two awesome waitress! HEH : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;May i take your order, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5196295677494826315?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5196295677494826315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5196295677494826315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5196295677494826315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5196295677494826315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-tired-eyes-tired-minds-we-slept.html' title='With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, We Slept.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SwYAM336K5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/B6KTa7owc74/s72-c/cocotinus%2520divesites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5620794965525077609</id><published>2009-11-10T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:54:47.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just, plain MALAYSIANS; thank you.</title><content type='html'>- I agree with her. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tunku Abdul Rahman's great granddaughter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharyn Lisa Shufiyan, 24, Conservationist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both my parents are Malay. My mum's heritage includes Chinese, Thai and Arab, while my dad is Minangkabau. Due to my skin colour, I am often mistaken for a Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I don't have the typical Malay look but I do get annoyed when people call me Ah Moi or ask me straight up "Are you Chinese or Malay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, why does it matter? Before I used to answer "Malay" but now I'm trying to consciously answer Malaysian instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this incident from primary school that I remember till today. Someone told me that I will be called last during Judgement Day because I don't have a Muslim name. Of course, I was scared then but now that I'm older, I realise that a name is just a name. It doesn't define you as a good or bad person and there is definitely no such thing as a Muslim name. You can be named Rashid or Ali and still be a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'e heard of the 1Malaysia concept, but I think we don't need to be told to be united. We've come such a long way that it should already be embedded in our hearts and minds that we are united. Unfortunately, you can still see racial discrimination and polarisation. There is still this ethno-centric view that the Malays are the dominant group and their rights must be protected, and non Malays are forever the outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the concept to succeed, I think the government should stop with the race politics. It's tiring, really. We grew up with application forms asking us to tick our race. We should stop painting a negative image of the other races, stop thinking about 'us' and 'them' and focus on 'we', 'our' and 'Malaysians'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one should be made uncomfortable in their own home. A dear Chinese friend of mine said to me once, "I don't feel patriotic because I am not made to feel like Malaysiais my home, and I don't feel an affinity to China because I have never lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some baby Nyonya friends who can trace their lineage back hundreds of years. I'm a fourth generation Malaysian. If I am Bumiputra, why can't they be, too? Clearly I have issues with the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main reason why we still can't achieve total unity is because of this 'Malay rights' concept. I'd rather 'Malay rights' be replaced by human rights. So unless we get rid of this Bumiputra status, or reform our views and policies on rights, we will never achieve unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my merdeka wish, I'd like for Malaysians to have more voice, to be respected and heard. I wish that the government would uphold the true essence of parliamentary democracy. I wish for the people to no longer fear and discriminate against each other, to see that we are one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that Malaysia would truly live up to the tourism spin of Malaysia truly Asia. Malaysians to lead - whatever their ethnic background. Only ONE NATIONALITY MALAYSIAN. No Malays, No Chinese, No Indians - ONLY MALAYSIANS. Choose whatever religion one is comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember it was Dr M &amp;amp; UMNO who destroyed Tunku's Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;- think about&amp;nbsp; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5620794965525077609?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5620794965525077609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5620794965525077609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5620794965525077609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5620794965525077609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-plain-malaysians-thank-you.html' title='Just, plain MALAYSIANS; thank you.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4307530348056662161</id><published>2009-11-07T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:10:08.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SvYnkzNkNaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZWmBjv5PuIc/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SvYnkzNkNaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZWmBjv5PuIc/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Definitely. a clown herself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4307530348056662161?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4307530348056662161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4307530348056662161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4307530348056662161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4307530348056662161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/fridays.html' title='fridays'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SvYnkzNkNaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ZWmBjv5PuIc/s72-c/IMG_3011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5408089060725309549</id><published>2009-11-03T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:49:58.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAHHH *I WANT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SvBA0waZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ugq3fnIfLAk/s1600-h/dorian_gray04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SvBA0waZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ugq3fnIfLAk/s400/dorian_gray04.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New obsession :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*hormones .....i tell you ,its the hormones..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;.....hmm, if i told you i love your shoes, can i follow you home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;listening to : fireflies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5408089060725309549?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5408089060725309549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5408089060725309549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5408089060725309549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5408089060725309549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/gahhh-i-want.html' title='GAHHH *I WANT!'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SvBA0waZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ugq3fnIfLAk/s72-c/dorian_gray04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5380855407589053318</id><published>2009-11-03T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:28:54.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*woahh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVDPoyVuZZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVDPoyVuZZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5380855407589053318?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5380855407589053318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5380855407589053318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5380855407589053318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5380855407589053318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/woahh.html' title='*woahh*'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4130496832471248794</id><published>2009-10-17T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:21:33.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a drama, are you the actor/actress?</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Message of the Day is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is short,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Break the rules, &lt;br /&gt;Forgive quickly,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss slowly, Love truly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh uncontrollably&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;And never regret anything that made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living with arms wide open,&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4130496832471248794?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4130496832471248794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4130496832471248794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4130496832471248794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4130496832471248794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/lifes-drama-are-you-actoractress.html' title='Life&apos;s a drama, are you the actor/actress?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8554175111831628139</id><published>2009-10-09T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:48:00.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8cat51-yI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Q6VJ0RuyqC0/s1600-h/IMG_7018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8cat51-yI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Q6VJ0RuyqC0/s320/IMG_7018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8dJH2dY9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/FRHbJqi7F-I/s1600-h/IMG_7019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8dJH2dY9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/FRHbJqi7F-I/s320/IMG_7019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8d3ahixaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/N11m2r3lYdc/s1600-h/IMG_7033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8d3ahixaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/N11m2r3lYdc/s320/IMG_7033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ATP Malaysian Open, Quarter Finals. &lt;strong&gt;Fernando Verdasco&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ever&amp;nbsp;felt 'inspired' to do something? Well, I did, after watching my first tennis match LIVE ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was the best seats, with an exciting atmosphere. Take a look on how close my seats were ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8fkM3LpHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hy7skrTdm9U/s1600-h/IMG_6842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8fkM3LpHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hy7skrTdm9U/s320/IMG_6842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I knoww..... Excited yet? Meet the friend who got the seats, Suhail :D (thank youuuuu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I gotta admit, I just picked up tennis as a new sport of mine. The game is pretty challenging, but to watch the experts playing right in front of my eyes,making it&amp;nbsp;look so easy,&amp;nbsp;made me go WOAH.. Yes.. being the &lt;em&gt;jakoon&lt;/em&gt; that I am, I was super &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; excited when the match started :) I practically embarrassed Suhail ..and maybe Jun Howe for screaming so loud (very very &lt;strike&gt;sorry&lt;/strike&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, the match ended late and the three of us had to take the KTM home,which was a major disaster ;not sorry to say that. We WAITED for miserable 30 minutes or more for the freaking last train home...... Come on, Malaysia, do something about your public transportation system! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;.......still excited and inspired :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8iZYFoKjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yMMyJX_Nr80/s1600-h/IMG_7098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8iZYFoKjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/yMMyJX_Nr80/s320/IMG_7098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8554175111831628139?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8554175111831628139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8554175111831628139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8554175111831628139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8554175111831628139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/quarter-finals.html' title='Quarter Finals'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ss8cat51-yI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Q6VJ0RuyqC0/s72-c/IMG_7018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-460985629772269645</id><published>2009-10-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:56:43.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon-walking Goddess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Today is the day where you will find most kids running around with their &lt;i&gt;tanglungs - &lt;/i&gt;traditionally litted up with a candle inside, or rather battery tanglungs nowadays. Be it the common tanglung or the image of their favourite cartoon character, kids stay up late, enjoying the night under the shining full moon. Parents on the other hand, watch their children enjoy the festival while eating mooncake, besides worrying if the candle might end up burning the tanglung(if its the paper type of tanglung ;but nowadays you can purchase a safer plastic one, plus its battery operated! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So what are we really celebrating?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Chinese myth says that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; Festival involves the immortal Chang Er who lives on the moon. She was very beautiful and people celebrate her beauty during the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;mooncake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; festival, when the moon is at its brightest and roundest - on the 15th of eight lunar month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ssd5Dk0IwgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oyqoCEepl-8/s1600-h/full_moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ssd5Dk0IwgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oyqoCEepl-8/s320/full_moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Once upon a time in China, ten suns appeared in the sky and this was causing much grief to the people. Crops were withering, rivers were drying up and people were dying from the heat. This catastrophe forced the emperor to summon Hou Yi, a mythological archer to shoot down the suns in return for an immortal elixir. He wanted to shoot down all the suns but his wife, Chang Er begged him to leave one up in the sky for warmth and light. As Hou Yi was about to go against his wife's wishes, his wife grabbed the immortal elixir and drank it as a form of protest immediately after, Chang Er began floating higher and higher until she reached the moon and stayed there. ( abstract from dessert-recipes.com )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-460985629772269645?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/460985629772269645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=460985629772269645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/460985629772269645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/460985629772269645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/moon-walking-goddess.html' title='Moon-walking Goddess.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Ssd5Dk0IwgI/AAAAAAAAAXw/oyqoCEepl-8/s72-c/full_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6137331664465075642</id><published>2009-09-23T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:11:04.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glittering glitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrJYEZTQF-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZkI93vZBWbE/s1600-h/513m51v3qcl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrJYEZTQF-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZkI93vZBWbE/s320/513m51v3qcl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kee ra kee ra)&amp;nbsp;; which means glittering, shining, in Japanese. That is how Katie Takeshima's sister is , Lynn make everything seem. When Katie and her family move from a Japanese community in Iowa to the Deep South&amp;nbsp;of Georgia, it was Lynn who explains to Katie why people stop and stare at them, why people tend to ostracise them. And it was Lynn who taught Katie to look beyond tomorrow ,with Lynn's special way of viewing the world. Unfortunately, Lynn got seriously ill, she had anaemia- and from here, her whole family is falling apart. And it was up to Katie to find a way to remind her parents that there are still something kira-kira in the future. This book is about a family who seems to struggle through life. It teaches you that life can be sad. But if you look at the world, the way Lynn does, everything would be just, kira-kira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite lines from this particular book ;&lt;br /&gt;"The sky is kira-kira because the colour is deep, but see-through at the same time. The sea is kira-kira for the same reason. And so are people eyes."&lt;br /&gt;" Lynn and I climbed on a ladder to the top of the roof with two boxes of Kleenex. She said to take the Kleenex out one at a time and let the wind catch it. In a few minutes, hundreds of tissues sailed over the cornfield. The tissues looked like giant butterflies. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6137331664465075642?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6137331664465075642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6137331664465075642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6137331664465075642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6137331664465075642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/glittering-glitter.html' title='Glittering glitter'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrJYEZTQF-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZkI93vZBWbE/s72-c/513m51v3qcl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1236640064479569013</id><published>2009-09-09T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:35:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd like to close my eyes, go numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So don't let the world bring you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember why you came and while you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;experience the warmth before you grow old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1236640064479569013?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1236640064479569013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1236640064479569013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1236640064479569013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1236640064479569013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/id-like-to-close-my-eyes-go-numb.html' title='I&apos;d like to close my eyes, go numb'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6261371240685289296</id><published>2009-08-22T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:40:06.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Love.</title><content type='html'>Chocolate, by the late Yasmin Ahmad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HPt4Is5V50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HPt4Is5V50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6261371240685289296?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6261371240685289296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6261371240685289296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6261371240685289296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6261371240685289296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-love.html' title='Sweet Love.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8165334324658283754</id><published>2009-08-14T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:19:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To go, or not to go?</title><content type='html'>Hello Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how badly &lt;strong&gt;do you&lt;/strong&gt; want to go to MTV World Stage Concert? &lt;br /&gt;I got tickets *grin* Buttt, I'm still deciding to go or not -.-&lt;br /&gt;Lets list out the pros and cons .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROS&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;You get to see The All-American Rejects, Hoobastank, Pixie Lot, Kasabian, Boys like Girls perform live! LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;The crazy atmosphere of approximately 20,000 people screaming their lungs out!&lt;br /&gt;There's a beach(technically), thousands of people, and all the coolest band performing.. need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;The FUN.&lt;br /&gt;The DRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;The MOSH PIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. The &lt;em&gt;Cons&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of people. Bad, cause of H1N1. &lt;br /&gt;Increases the rate of getting it !&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you'll be lost in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;You got exams next week and you haven't start studying -.-&lt;br /&gt;You have extra class today, which ends at 530. And you would have to be at Sunway like before 3 cause the line would be super ,duper long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Most of my friends' reaction when I told them I haven't decided wether to go or not was..&lt;br /&gt;"So are you going for World Stage?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. Haven't decided yet lar. Got extra class on the same day"&lt;br /&gt;"WOMAN. Do you know how many people who WANTs to go but got no ticket? And you here HAVE the ticket, do  you even have to decide?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I don't understand..&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal about this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to go :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8165334324658283754?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8165334324658283754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8165334324658283754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8165334324658283754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8165334324658283754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go, or not to go?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-611128061547357195</id><published>2009-08-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:14:49.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oggy</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy week. I suddenly felt guilty of not posting a blog, since god-knows-when was my last post dated. So to make myself feel better, here i am, typing these words out. On the other window I'm uploading pictures from SMKSJ's first Alumni meeting. And on another window, I'm doing some Ed Board work. Typing, most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see exactly how crazy these past few weeks is. &lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my fellow classmates (4 Usaha) and I dissected cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sn7cxop34MI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Xvuzf4b7BmY/s1600-h/P7292780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367970551156957378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sn7cxop34MI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Xvuzf4b7BmY/s200/P7292780.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;meet Oggie ,the cockroach. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we only get to dissect frog when we are form 5 next year. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;Form 5 , my foot! We found out that two form 4 classes got to dissect frog instead of cockroach -.- Dissecting was fun. Though I couldn't stop saying sorry to the poor creature. It's name was OGGIE. *r.i.p* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sn7fpw5WhII/AAAAAAAAAVk/nwzjwmTCPkc/s1600-h/P7292798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367973714465293442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sn7fpw5WhII/AAAAAAAAAVk/nwzjwmTCPkc/s200/P7292798.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To all the cockroaches in the world, I am so sorry :|&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something random about this week; Currently participating in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orangutans conservation efforts programme&lt;/span&gt; organised by WWF and TV9. My group and I are having our little activities to create awareness among our peers about orangutans. Recently, a signature campaign, and upcoming projects include selling of badges (really cute ones) and *surprise*. DO support us, and the orangutans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check us out at... www.savingtheutans.blospot.com&lt;br /&gt;you can find us on Facebook too :D (under groups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahppppppppp. Told you I'm being very random lately. But it is a very good thing. Saving orangutans. Did you know their DNA are like, 97% similar to humans? But the population of these unique mammal has dropped over the past few years, due to losing their habitat. Plus, WE , YOUTH are stronger when we voice out. If we can play a part in saving them, I say, why not? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy week. I'm still surviving *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets see how I survive monthly test next week -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles noodles !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-611128061547357195?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/611128061547357195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=611128061547357195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/611128061547357195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/611128061547357195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-on-her-life-d.html' title='Oggy'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sn7cxop34MI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Xvuzf4b7BmY/s72-c/P7292780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2355298518367077688</id><published>2009-07-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T03:11:30.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straighten up little soldier!</title><content type='html'>Guess who's conversation is this with :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What is wrong with  you? You look a little down "&lt;br /&gt;" Nothing. Just thinking. Somehow i don't know why i join wushu. Is it because i want to, or just because of ko-ku marks. But i really want to learn it. I mean, it is good right? It's martial arts. But since that first grade test, i think my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt; going off dy -.- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Omg. You are such a dull and boring person! "&lt;br /&gt;" WHAT WHY PULAK?! "&lt;br /&gt;" Can't u just leave it behind and MOVE ON with your life? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2355298518367077688?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2355298518367077688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2355298518367077688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2355298518367077688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2355298518367077688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/straighten-up-little-soldier.html' title='Straighten up little soldier!'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-314905882792820491</id><published>2009-07-22T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:16:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmbsHyP9zRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lo220mhG_DY/s1600-h/5280_1112620770198_1067260522_30288145_8267837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361232024923131154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmbsHyP9zRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lo220mhG_DY/s320/5280_1112620770198_1067260522_30288145_8267837_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd supporter, Malaysia's still at heart. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda dissapointed Malaysia lost. Well, maybe next time eh? You'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-314905882792820491?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/314905882792820491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=314905882792820491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/314905882792820491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/314905882792820491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/malaysia-boleh.html' title='Malaysia Boleh'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmbsHyP9zRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Lo220mhG_DY/s72-c/5280_1112620770198_1067260522_30288145_8267837_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2022281865729837460</id><published>2009-07-15T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:29:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun is shining, just like a giant spotlight.</title><content type='html'>Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see. - Martin Luther King,Jr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm baaaaack! &lt;br /&gt;Skipped a whole week of school for a holiday with an aunt who just came back from the states. Lets see, we went to the Borneo island- Sabah &amp; Sarawak. In Sarawak, we went for trekking, or better yet, cave exploring. Yep, Clearwater cave, YoungLady cave, Deer cave, Wind cave and the famous one, Mulu Cave. The trip was interesting.. had to walk in the jungle, or reserve park for like 4 kilometers, and continue walking   into the cave. To add on the adventure, it was raining when we were on the way to the enterance of the cave. So most of us had our raincoats on ,which practically looked like a bunch of human size garbage bags walking around .And some were wearing yellow 'garbage bags'- i will follow youuuu~ (DIGI ad). HEE.&lt;br /&gt;The caves were fascinating at first,with the stalactite and stalagmite formation, oh and the bats! We got to watch the bats come out form the cave at around 6-630ish in the evening. Apparently there are millions of them. Yep, imagine the smell in the cave then. And after a few caves, i realized that they were all rocks -.- I was like , "what's next?". But it was good though. I learned a whole bunch of new stuff. Very educational !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmGHd1ZxV3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/XFaA5eMJAhc/s1600-h/5410_101050393794_661593794_2060094_1473508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmGHd1ZxV3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/XFaA5eMJAhc/s320/5410_101050393794_661593794_2060094_1473508_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359713978168727410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabah trip was more fun(: &lt;br /&gt;Mostly because there was sun, sea and diving. Took a flight to Tawau, then an hour car ride to Semporna and another 45minutes to Mabul island. Stayed with BillabongScuba. It was an interesting trip because we stayed on wooden stilt houses ,which is facing the sea, opposite Pulau Sipadan. There was a storm on the second night, the wind was strong, and the whole room was practically shaking. Honestly, it was creepy. But apparently the guy said it was okay, nothing to worry about as the water was low. Plus, it was the beginning of the season, thats why a little stormy. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmGGNamC4_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dTaS8nGNF8w/s1600-h/5410_101046423794_661593794_2060007_304096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmGGNamC4_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dTaS8nGNF8w/s320/5410_101046423794_661593794_2060007_304096_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359712596582917106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Sipadan is breathtakingly awesome! There are no words to describe the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacques-Yves Cousteau&lt;/strong&gt; is right. It is an undiscovered art. Once you step down from the boat and look right under, there are plenty to be seen. Bro, my uncle and me reached the island around 930am. We were a little late, as they say we would catch a very large school of Barracuda or Big Eye Trevallies around 730ish am. But i guess we were lucky because underwater, a school of barracudas swam right infront of our eyes! I bet they were thinking "look at these bunch of weirdos with tanks". &lt;br /&gt;The first dive was great. Saw a whole lot of green turtle.They were swimming &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. Look left, turle. Look right,another turtle. So that was what it was like to 'swim with turtles' *grin*. You don't exactly have to dive to see them. Just snorkelling would be fine. Second dive was greater. This time not much turtle, but more sharks. White tip sharks, Black tip sharks. I am proud to say that i swam right beside one when we were at the bottom, about 18.5 metres? Sharks... very unpredictable creatures. Diving in Sipadan is highly, &lt;strong&gt;highly recommended&lt;/strong&gt;. Mabul and Kapalai are a must too. &lt;br /&gt;Did the deepest dive in Mabul. 30.3 metres (: *syok sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sl8Pa9AVxSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Gd726ZrTJXU/s1600-h/IMG_5533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sl8Pa9AVxSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Gd726ZrTJXU/s320/IMG_5533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359019037321184546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school, tons of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;Peace :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2022281865729837460?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2022281865729837460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2022281865729837460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2022281865729837460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2022281865729837460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/sun-is-shining-just-like-giant.html' title='The sun is shining, just like a giant spotlight.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SmGHd1ZxV3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/XFaA5eMJAhc/s72-c/5410_101050393794_661593794_2060094_1473508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5317806693796017963</id><published>2009-06-28T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:15:08.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The advantages of blogs.</title><content type='html'>RANDOM POST : (for English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.    The consumer and citizen are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;potentially better informed&lt;/span&gt; - good for the long-term health of our societies and economies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. Blogs have potential to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;help the organization develop stronger relationships and brand loyalty with its customers&lt;/span&gt;, as they interact with the ‘human face’ of the organization through blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. Blogs, in an intranet environment, can be an excellent way of sharing knowledge within the organization -another way to share knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Blogs can be a positive way of getting feedback, and keeping your finger on the pulse, as readers react to certain pieces, suggest story ideas, etc. -comments, widen your knowledge and makes you think deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. Blogs can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;build the profile of the writer&lt;/span&gt;, showcasing the organization as having talent and expertise.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   6. Blogs are clean coded and content oriented. All this standards-based design and formatting is done automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Permalinks make it really easy to link between blogs to specific posts instead of just a meaningless main page. Also, these regular linkings are seen favorably by gooooooogle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8.  A new way of communication (: - updates etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9.  Blogs are very inexpensive and easy to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. If you’ll notice, many of the Web sites that come up on the first page of a Google search are blog driven. They have the greatest amount of content, thereby giving them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;greater search ability&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, one homework done. &lt;br /&gt;Now off to the beach ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5317806693796017963?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5317806693796017963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5317806693796017963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5317806693796017963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5317806693796017963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/advantages-of-blogs.html' title='The advantages of blogs.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-793482642399879429</id><published>2009-06-15T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:43:46.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter- 76</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SjYBxTjI0cI/AAAAAAAAATo/3MORMvcCfms/s1600-h/IMG_4725.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SjYBxTjI0cI/AAAAAAAAATo/3MORMvcCfms/s320/IMG_4725.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347463554121912770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump shot, attempt one. King's Park. Mission accomplish! Whoopy (8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello mellow yellow fello! First day of school after the two weeks holidays started off pretty good, surprisingly. My alarm went off, and all I was thinking is "dang, why does two weeks feels so fast?" I guess time does flies.&lt;br /&gt;Although my morning and probably most of the students were ruined by the super looong lectures and speeches by our teachers "welcoming" us back to school during assembly. I mean, we're still in our holiday mood! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I realized I haven't posted a blog on my trip to Perth. Honestly, Perth is like what everyone says, it is a small city, more for retirees, for people who prefer peace and tranquility. Not much of a 'happening' area. And i know you might not be surprised....but I sort of toured most of Perth. *smiles* &lt;br /&gt;I have to say, Aussie's public transportation is so reliable compared to ours. Their buses and trains are always, &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; on time, the people care and really take a big deal of senior priorities . I mean, is that respect or what? Plus, people there are very friendly. Even if you smile at someone you don't know, you won't seem crazy there. Haha. And check this out, there are actually curfew for teenagers. Like at the popular, happening areas, there are actually police rounding to see if any teenagers cross the curfew.Pretty strict huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the holidays were pretty fun. Right now it's back to Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;Having an interview this coming Thursday with AFS. Wish me luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craving for pizza...hmmm(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-793482642399879429?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/793482642399879429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=793482642399879429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/793482642399879429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/793482642399879429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/jump-shot-attempt-one.html' title='Chapter- 76'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SjYBxTjI0cI/AAAAAAAAATo/3MORMvcCfms/s72-c/IMG_4725.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4956105355054962209</id><published>2009-05-25T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:02:18.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncivilized People ,like seriously ?</title><content type='html'>Alright, here's a scenario. &lt;br /&gt;You walk into your class, and people tell you there's pee all over the floor. Yes, URINE. In bottles. It's everywhere. And to make it worst, the whole class in contaminated. &lt;br /&gt;And this isn't funny. It's the second time in this month! I mean, how uncivilized are these people la? SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided its time to lock the classroom. Lets hope it won't happened again. &lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4956105355054962209?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4956105355054962209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4956105355054962209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4956105355054962209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4956105355054962209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncivilized-people-like-seriously.html' title='Uncivilized People ,like seriously ?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-270530435572037745</id><published>2009-05-21T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:58:02.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it mine</title><content type='html'>"Wake up everyone,&lt;br /&gt;How can you sleep at times like this, &lt;br /&gt;Unless the dreamer is the real you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk ! &lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over *YESHHH* Oh wait, still have history on monday. crap :D&lt;br /&gt;So, how are you people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having wushu exams tmr. Dang, have not been practising. Im screwed tmr :O&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you know that vaccination actually makes you sleepy, and you'll develop fever for like two days? before you are like, confirmed vaccinated? Yeah, apparently it lets your body to fight against the bacteria or wtv and make it immune to it. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why can't we drink coke with a drug? for example, panadol with coke? &lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-270530435572037745?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/270530435572037745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=270530435572037745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/270530435572037745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/270530435572037745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-it-mine.html' title='Make it mine'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3714615160943853542</id><published>2009-05-01T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:38:36.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of paper</title><content type='html'>So what do you get when a fish swims beside an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;HMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;SWIMMING TRUNKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahahahahahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        :\&lt;br /&gt;TIME is running out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap lah. Mid Year Exams Next week. Seriously, AWAY :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyn (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SfvN2RY0bsI/AAAAAAAAATg/DNgIMrISWa8/s1600-h/P2171999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SfvN2RY0bsI/AAAAAAAAATg/DNgIMrISWa8/s320/P2171999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331080916187246274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3714615160943853542?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3714615160943853542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3714615160943853542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3714615160943853542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3714615160943853542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/pieces-of-paper.html' title='Pieces of paper'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SfvN2RY0bsI/AAAAAAAAATg/DNgIMrISWa8/s72-c/P2171999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5686396265868828037</id><published>2009-04-18T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:10:31.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>Dear reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BACK :D &lt;br /&gt;well apparently, from the busy week. I really try to update this blog as  much as possible when there's time. Oh wait, sometimes i have time, but i just don't know what to blog about. Dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! It's been such a dramatic week. &lt;em&gt;DRAMATIC&lt;/em&gt; week,i tell you. The latest gossip and recent-most- talked about- the blog. YES. shiz on sj or something. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently 'they' post up issues on SJ. Lets look at it from two sides, shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One : Whoever started this blog is seriously darn FREE. I mean, they update like almost a few times a week (maybe SJ banyak drama).And for a gossip girl wanna be ,our school is kinda cool lah. We have this kinda shits. The coolest part? NO ONE KNOWS WHO'S BEHIND THIS. Rock laah, SJ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the second point of view.&lt;br /&gt;The blog is disturbing. The whole school knows about it. And honestly, the posts are very child-like and come on, gossiping like this? What are we, 12? Although the posts are interesting in a way, it's offensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! Kiddos lah. Anyway, my AFS form is yet to be posted. And it is due in two weeks time. I need help with the scholarship application ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sen7VK--YrI/AAAAAAAAATY/01JXlr12MAE/s1600-h/P4112535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sen7VK--YrI/AAAAAAAAATY/01JXlr12MAE/s320/P4112535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326064375486636722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5686396265868828037?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5686396265868828037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5686396265868828037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5686396265868828037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5686396265868828037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/gossip-girl.html' title='Gossip Girl'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Sen7VK--YrI/AAAAAAAAATY/01JXlr12MAE/s72-c/P4112535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5164867251991509543</id><published>2009-03-30T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:52:29.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey YOU</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody interested in learning to dive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5164867251991509543?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5164867251991509543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5164867251991509543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5164867251991509543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5164867251991509543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-you.html' title='Hey YOU'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5706475108990126362</id><published>2009-03-26T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:46:00.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm running</title><content type='html'>Dear reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing the running days. The nervous heartbeat before the loud gun-shot that seem to make my heart jump. The roaring sounds of people cheering for you. Dang, i miss Jane! I remember (thanks to her blog) the times we used to be so nervous before any race. We would randomly talk about any topic just to get away with that butterflies-in-your-tummy feeling. Talk talk talk and try to make up a 'strategy' on how to do relays. Gosh, I love our form 2 year. We broke record ! hee :D &lt;br /&gt;I miss the joy after we had won. I miss the laughs and the muscle aching after a long run with Miss Lee. Plus, post-run! the part where we walked like ducks because of the extremely painful muscle pull. Haha! I miss getting tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, enjoying the game of tennis &amp; vball :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Scytln9FXJI/AAAAAAAAATE/fHNvYZl-xE0/s1600-h/DSCN0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Scytln9FXJI/AAAAAAAAATE/fHNvYZl-xE0/s320/DSCN0956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317816121909664914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wushu ya'll :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5706475108990126362?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5706475108990126362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5706475108990126362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5706475108990126362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5706475108990126362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-running.html' title='hmm running'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/Scytln9FXJI/AAAAAAAAATE/fHNvYZl-xE0/s72-c/DSCN0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-2570540877762388505</id><published>2009-03-26T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:15:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post -63</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SctABe6npdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ab8OiffU9z8/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SctABe6npdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ab8OiffU9z8/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317414179263981010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dreamers are people who often lie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. They lie asleep in bed while they dream things which are true." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-2570540877762388505?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2570540877762388505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=2570540877762388505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2570540877762388505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/2570540877762388505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/dreamers-are-people-who-often-lie.html' title='Post -63'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SctABe6npdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ab8OiffU9z8/s72-c/IMG_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6857607165532903926</id><published>2009-03-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:21:47.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellos! currently at school lab. Darn that ASEAN quiz. Why is the server down ? &lt;br /&gt;enter... suhail! : cherlyn so nt famous&lt;br /&gt;enter ... samuel! : Im famous!Suhail pasti menang asean quiz.&lt;br /&gt;then suhail comes in AGAIN : ......im as famous as samuel...the server is down bcos cherlyn is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, Afie interupts : I didnt dream bout cows this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn goes : WHAAAAAAT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6857607165532903926?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6857607165532903926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6857607165532903926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6857607165532903926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6857607165532903926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hellos-currently-at-school-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3418142901432171086</id><published>2009-03-21T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:36:51.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while huh</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very surprising day,i would say. I woke up feeling okay, and maybe a little tired but fine. Went out bfast with mom and halfway eating,i felt a little nauseated. Don't know why ): So i had to skip chemistry tuition. Dang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt better after i dozed off. Went out for lunch with bro. &lt;br /&gt;Then called Jake &amp; Amir for lunch. Very last minute, but finally we met up! After two years..... I wonder who's fault is it :P Anyway Amir drove!wah all can drive dy. I feel so young (: Hmmm surprisingly there was no akward silence! Anyway, went McD drive thru to tapau .RM5.95 je :D We head back to ss14, and with Amir's trust, he allowed me to drive! *clap clap* No worries, no one was hurt. Everyone survived *grin* Played pool and fooseball at AC after that. mwahaha i "won" :D crap la, damn fun hanging out with them .plus got people belanja summore. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my muscles aching right now.. had a few game of tennis with Diyana, Suhail and Eng Hoe just now :| Sungguh memenatkan. Kudos to myself, i feel like i'm getting better. HAHA . wanting to try squash next. Or maybe rock climbing again (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, im out (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3418142901432171086?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3418142901432171086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3418142901432171086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3418142901432171086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3418142901432171086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while-huh.html' title='It&apos;s been a while huh'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-875852136982506503</id><published>2009-02-17T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:09:44.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you ):</title><content type='html'>Newsflash : As from 230pm today, Cherlyn discovered that she lost her calculator :( &lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it's been stolen or misplaced, she is having a rather bad time. So do cheer her up :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S MY CALCULATOR LAAAA ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-875852136982506503?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/875852136982506503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=875852136982506503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/875852136982506503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/875852136982506503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-you.html' title='I need you ):'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-7423485939239948691</id><published>2009-02-17T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:04:40.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SZrQkttb3MI/AAAAAAAAASc/-YYGxFXa3Wo/s1600-h/H.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SZrQkttb3MI/AAAAAAAAASc/-YYGxFXa3Wo/s320/H.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303780840346213570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let go. &lt;br /&gt;and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-7423485939239948691?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7423485939239948691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=7423485939239948691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7423485939239948691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7423485939239948691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-it-rains.html' title='When it rains'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SZrQkttb3MI/AAAAAAAAASc/-YYGxFXa3Wo/s72-c/H.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5433085242564581567</id><published>2009-02-14T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:18:02.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates, Candlelight, Movie dates, and the colour Pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If you jump, I jump.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds cheesy eh?&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's again. I've never been a big fan of Valentine Day. It's just that my point of view is different. Don't get me wrong. I have a life too, in every way that you do- just that i don't have someone to share the grisly details of it with. And i don't feel incomplete. The time just isn't right -yet.&lt;br /&gt;So okay. I was watching Angus, Thongs &amp; Perfect Snogging a few days back(it is a great movie but very chick-flicky) and that's when i realize that most of the movies are getting more and more predictable. The plot always have a little bit of love in it. It's always the typical "Boy meets Girl(in Angus, it's Girl meets Boy)-fall in love- conflict -fall in love &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;". And , this is when i realize that ,we have always been exposed to this kind of plot since we were too young! Remember Snow White? Cinderella? Yes, every princess has her prince charming, the knight and shining armour rescues the princess and the term "happily ever after". I blame Disney! They make it so pridictable and unrealistic at times. Only the directors of the movies intepret the plot differently :O&lt;br /&gt;So my point is. There is no escape for love. &lt;br /&gt;Love story, with excessive usage of corny,cheesy lines are everywhere. Best thing about it? It lets me dream. Hope, that maybe my happily ever after would come true someday. After all, fantasy is way better than reality right? Even if happily-ever-after aren't true, there's no harm for us to hope ,is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love is in the air...and it's getting polluted :P "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V- Day ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5433085242564581567?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5433085242564581567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5433085242564581567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5433085242564581567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5433085242564581567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/chocolates-candlelight-movie-dates-and.html' title='Chocolates, Candlelight, Movie dates, and the colour Pink.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-383413253275142126</id><published>2009-02-14T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:50:15.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Valentine.</title><content type='html'>Below is a letter written by St. Valentine to the prison girl(I think). It is because of this letter, people began giving love letters to others during Valentine Day. So now you would know what brought Valentine Day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last letter. I am afraid the next time you come down here, I will no longer be able to greet you. I have recieved my sentence today. Yes, as i have been fearful, death awaits me tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... So i decided, hang the rules, I was going to do a I please. I continued to marry young couples in the dead of night. Again,I got the chance to witness so much happiness in two people. You know, seeing to people joined in holy matrimony is like seeing a speck of good in a broken world. The Romans are always going for war. It is always about winning; it depresses me. But witnessing these couples' happiness, I know there is something good in the world. There is still happiness,however small, they found it in each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... I understand now that i brought you happiness and you brought me happiness in the name of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from your Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-383413253275142126?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/383413253275142126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=383413253275142126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/383413253275142126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/383413253275142126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-from-valentine.html' title='Letter from Valentine.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3421396204646111101</id><published>2009-02-12T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:45:25.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message for you!</title><content type='html'>Dear Lyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't so angry laa. I've.. "fixed" it for you. Of course, it's not perfect.. it has pros and cons. The good thing is. You can add things left and right before your blog post. The bad thing is. Your blog post CANNOT AND MUST NOT be parallel to your profile. If not, your profile will go waaaaay belooooow! Bout your music. Hahaha... I think it's because you don't have quicktime. It needs a quicktime plugin :P. I'll try finding alternative ways. Maybe there really IS a working built-in widget for music player in blogspot. (I doubt though =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Don't marah me for posting here weyh. My brains can't think properly. I'm going offline/afk soon. (Delete this post once you've read it :P!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WTF? Why am i writing this in a letter form.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3421396204646111101?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3421396204646111101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3421396204646111101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3421396204646111101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3421396204646111101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-for-you.html' title='Message for you!'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4889904315624781398</id><published>2009-02-08T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:17:27.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sixteen candles.</title><content type='html'>Dear Cherlyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sweet sixteen!&lt;/strong&gt; Although in Malaysia, turning sixteen isn't something huge or dramatic because here, you can't get your license yet nor get into a club or anything like that per se. Cause the sweet sixteen tradition is only celebrated in the states. The reason? Go google it up yourself. But, as for me, I'm celebrating my sweet sixteen not in clubs like the 16 year old girls do in MTV's My Super Sweet Sixteen shows. I mean, how pathetic is that? Some of them even have to pick out strangers to go to their party. Heh. Okayy back to story.. as for me, I will be having dinner with a bunch of my friends later (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years ago..... i was a a foetus. In my mommy's tummy. HAHA &lt;br /&gt;and from that foetus, i've grown out to be what i am today. I've made a lot of mistakes in my 16 years of living. Some i've learn from it and some ,i'm still repeating it. Hehe. I hope my next future years, i'll do better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some 16 random facts you don't know about me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am very lame. Honestly,i get the "you're lame la weyhh!" respond EVERYTIME:P &lt;br /&gt;2. I am not lame. It just comes to me naturaly :P like there's a time, Jo was eating Indo mee,and it took so long for the food to come and he said "where's the food la?" and i responded "idk. maybe he went to Indon to get the mee" *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping just isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've always wanted to know whether there is someone out there who looks like me. Like an evil twin or something. &lt;br /&gt;5. I have a crush on Nick Jonas. And currently, Aaron Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;6. My ideal outfit are just a pair of jeans and a printed tee. &lt;br /&gt;7. I'm loving photography.&lt;br /&gt;8. I like people who can be sarcastic and laugh about tense situations. &lt;br /&gt;9. I'm no big deal. At all.&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to read up on random medical stuff so if one of my friends ever complains of a headache or stomach ache, I'm probably going to spout off 12 different things that could be wrong with them. Because I'm way paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;11. I need to be organized. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;12. I am one of the few decendants of Baba&amp;Nyonya.&lt;br /&gt;13. I can get pretty emotional at times.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am in love with food.&lt;br /&gt;15. Deep down in me ,im still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;16. I WANT TO TRY BUNJEE JUMPING :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My what-i-want-but-don't-really-need list(:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tennis raquet.&lt;br /&gt;2. That Naf Naf bag i've always wanted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4889904315624781398?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4889904315624781398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4889904315624781398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4889904315624781398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4889904315624781398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-sixteen-candles.html' title='Of sixteen candles.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-795839248595793719</id><published>2009-01-08T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:37:55.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Wish Impossible Things</title><content type='html'>Today i sat on a chair, talking to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,talking about lame jokes, friendly gossip and our not-perfect past.&lt;br /&gt;Today i sat on a chair, talking to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that my past will do any way possible to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i keep it far far away, lock it into a safe where i do never want to remember,it'll always;always come back -eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I believe; i'd like to believe,that i have changed. Of course, into a better person than i used to be. I'd like to believe that i am strong. that i don't really give a damn about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;That i have grown maturely-mentally.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not easy as it looks. Most of the time, what people think and say does give an impact on you. So why can't they leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;I want to change. Change is good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if you know me well ,you would ,i hope, understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-795839248595793719?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/795839248595793719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=795839248595793719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/795839248595793719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/795839248595793719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-wish-impossible-things.html' title='To Wish Impossible Things'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-7836064696630239576</id><published>2009-01-07T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:50:17.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new;</title><content type='html'>Mental note : Don't do add math when you are feeling sleepy. It does not help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of actual class. First day in form four ! My class isn't that bad, besides the fact that i am currently seperated from my best friend . But she's only a stone's throw away, so no worries.We still see each other for tuition and stuff. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 Usaha, we have a wonderfull, dress-to-kill (according to Sinar Jaya),quite strict, and very &lt;em&gt;semagat-ed&lt;/em&gt; class teacher. Yes, and she said she's going to rearrange our sitting positions every week. EVERY WEEK. sigh..But she's still great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with the basics of add math today in class. Wasn't so tough. But we had homework already. Grr. Which i just finish doing it ,like 5 minutes ago. And now that reminds me i still have my math tuition work to do (it's optional-if-u-want-to-practice-math-go-do-it sort of thing).And i still have 2 more papers to go. gahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't have my worst day &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; in Year 09. Thankfully. I hope the day never or don't come so soon. I was wondering is it possible to not get pissed off by something or like, have a bad day at all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've been told, more than a few hundred times, that this year is NOT a &lt;em&gt;honeymoon&lt;/em&gt; year. I can see that. Being very new at Physics, Chem, Bio, Add Math - not so easy. First day of physics, we were asked to memorise formulaes already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is here. And whether you notice it or not, it is being shape here, right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-7836064696630239576?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7836064696630239576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=7836064696630239576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7836064696630239576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7836064696630239576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-new.html' title='Something new;'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1318502123079853954</id><published>2009-01-04T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:42:54.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Dreamer, Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SWDHrOXYTrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pt8990T7jDg/s1600-h/BI08-264.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SWDHrOXYTrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pt8990T7jDg/s320/BI08-264.1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287445507937423026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try to fit in when you are born to stand out ? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cherlyn's 09' Resolution (s) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Don't drink vodka....ever again.&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn a new language. ( Mandarin please )&lt;br /&gt;3) Pick up a new sport. ( How bout skateboarding. Ooh , Scuba Diving! )&lt;br /&gt;4) Be a listener .Don't talk talk talk je .&lt;br /&gt;5) Stop arguing with your math tuition tutor :P&lt;br /&gt;6) Gosh, GAIN WEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;7) MAKE TIME for things.&lt;br /&gt;8) Learn PHOTOGRAPHY with your new camera. ( this is a must . )&lt;br /&gt;9) Blog more often...&lt;br /&gt;10) Finish last year's resolution . lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) * to be continued ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1318502123079853954?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1318502123079853954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1318502123079853954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1318502123079853954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1318502123079853954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-dreamer-wake-up.html' title='Hey Dreamer, Wake Up!'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SWDHrOXYTrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Pt8990T7jDg/s72-c/BI08-264.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4152959345166715495</id><published>2008-12-31T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:16:39.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, 2009.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! Hello, 2009. I hope you are nice.&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve "pot luck" was fun ! or shall i say "last year" was fun ? Okay, it was seriously a last minute planning. It all started off like this .............&lt;br /&gt;In the morning... Esther, Matt, Diyana, Ruby, Vince, Jovi and me were sitting at mamak. Normal talk happening.... then we started walking to school to hand in elective form for form 4. After that , they all lepak&lt;em&gt;ed&lt;/em&gt; at my house. Talk talk talk talk laugh laugh laugh .. and then Vince made this weird &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt; cool 'magic' video. (which is really cool and funny ) like those video where something suddenly dissapear and stuff.haha, awesome stuff . Oh yeah, and Jovi can't stop bugging Diyana.&lt;br /&gt;Jov:"So later u going Curve or not? Go la wey, if u go, i'll go dow!" &lt;br /&gt;Di :  "I seriously don't know yet lar. But don't think my dad let etc."&lt;br /&gt;And then Cherlyn interupts and says ..&lt;br /&gt;Lyn : "Why wan go curve? go straight cannot ah :P "&lt;br /&gt;*akward silence*&lt;br /&gt;And so everyone went asking whats New Year's Eve Plan?&lt;br /&gt;And then the genius idea came up!&lt;br /&gt;Lyn : "Eh what about we do like pot luck at my house? like call a few people then celebrate here la! "&lt;br /&gt;Di : "Can order pizza!"&lt;br /&gt;And everyone started planning on the idea and it WORKED :P&lt;br /&gt;Though, Ruby keep asking "So ,whats the plan?" for like .........the whole day .grr.&lt;br /&gt;So i cooked*proud smile* pasta, and we ordered pizzas. I think 12 people came.. It was a blast :P&lt;br /&gt;So theres food,drinks, games, and people ..but fireworks was missing!! At sharp 12am, we all (not all cause some went home dy. 9 of us i think) ran from my house to the end of the road,near jovi's house to watch fireworks coming from Pyramid:D&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all sat under mom's bar table at my house ,lights off, telling ghost stories till 2am. :D&lt;br /&gt;And when it's all over, we just realized we're FORM 4s!!! lol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pics to be uploaded SOON*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4152959345166715495?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4152959345166715495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4152959345166715495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4152959345166715495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4152959345166715495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-2009.html' title='Hello, 2009.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6679262738773370840</id><published>2008-12-22T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:24:11.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabula Rasa ;</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt; It is only a few days away to Jan 1st. Or shall i say, Year 2009 (Year of The Ox). There is a saying that goes, the optimist stays up to see the new year in, and the pessimist stays up to make sure the old one leaves. So, whish category will you fall into? We can't deny the fact that many have changed in this one year itself. 2008 will be the year that Malaysia's ruling coalition won the 12th general election ,but lost two-thirds majority in parliament. I guess I can say that for those who voted to demand a change, congratulations. Internationally, this will be the year that the first black president was voted into the White House. This is a moment of history ,people! Barrack Obama became the 44th President of the United States and the country's first African-American leader. Bravo, Obama. Besides that, this year, the world is having a bad cold. The world economy crisis, leaving a lot of people jobless. Not forgetting, 2008 will also be remembered as the year that the war in Iraq and Afghanistan raged on. The number of soldiers ,let alone innocent civilians ,mounts up. More unhumanely, the viscous killing in Mumbai. I feel that those people are STUPID and have no sense of humanity. How could they kill innocent people just like that? Don't they have any feeling of remorse? Why can't they settle things peacefully, without involving blood stains and bodies everywhere? The blood stains might have been cleaned, but the memories are chilling and still fresh. Also , starvation is still happening across the world in Congo. How ,tell me how can this still be happening in this day and age? Most recently, the landslides at Bukit Antarabangsa and cyclone that killed thousands in Myanmar ,and the crisis in central China where an earthquake killed nearly 10,000?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't mess with Mother Nature! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Besides, we really need to take global warming &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, this year has been quite a mess. And quite an eye opener , on the bright side.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I hope that Year 2009 will be a better year for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another year over. Another has just begun. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next post, my New Year's Resolutions :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6679262738773370840?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6679262738773370840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6679262738773370840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6679262738773370840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6679262738773370840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/tabula-rasa.html' title='Tabula Rasa ;'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-382545737046557664</id><published>2008-12-08T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:26:39.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" and so the lion fell in love with the lamb........."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" what a stupid lamb."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" what a sick, masochistic lion."&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/1680733290326448225-382545737046557664?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/382545737046557664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=382545737046557664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/382545737046557664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/382545737046557664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6528229283641183917</id><published>2008-12-03T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:32:37.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cullen.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, Twilight the movie isn't that awesome as the book. But still, it's a good show!&lt;br /&gt;I am without doubt, in love with Edward Cullen xD I mean, can we even find a guy like him in reality? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaKS6jcLQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6hMXI6m2khg/s1600-h/pianoed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaKS6jcLQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6hMXI6m2khg/s320/pianoed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275556071071296770" 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/1680733290326448225-6528229283641183917?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6528229283641183917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6528229283641183917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6528229283641183917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6528229283641183917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/cullen.html' title='Cullen.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaKS6jcLQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6hMXI6m2khg/s72-c/pianoed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6697696537008757429</id><published>2008-12-03T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:12:13.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four.</title><content type='html'>Alo D:&lt;br /&gt;Girl's day out! Went out to watch Twilight with Esther, Serena &amp;amp; Justine.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping. Bought two new tops! (: After the movie, met Matthew and Jowinder and we all went walk walk around . Matt wanted to pierce  his ear , but Esther said CANNOT!!  lol . Also, Gloria Jean's "white coffee" isn't really "white coffee". All it taste like is milk and cream -.-  and it cost  RM 11.50! dushkk.&lt;br /&gt; Anyways,  that's all for now. Futsal tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaE2F-SpnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RAhALi-BFuk/s1600-h/PC031184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaE2F-SpnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RAhALi-BFuk/s320/PC031184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275550078362363506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaEhRdjLoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EGXrN8bBigc/s1600-h/PC031196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaEhRdjLoI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EGXrN8bBigc/s320/PC031196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275549720669007490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaECfuwqKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qFjd7vtO6YQ/s1600-h/PC031193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaDawQfcCI/AAAAAAAAAII/SbGa87BT0GM/s320/PC031181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548509165023266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaDt54lGII/AAAAAAAAAIY/JyrgDvkdbms/s1600-h/PC031187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaDt54lGII/AAAAAAAAAIY/JyrgDvkdbms/s320/PC031187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548838166599810" 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/1680733290326448225-6697696537008757429?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6697696537008757429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6697696537008757429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6697696537008757429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6697696537008757429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/four.html' title='Four.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STaE2F-SpnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RAhALi-BFuk/s72-c/PC031184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-701876701732778488</id><published>2008-12-02T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:34:53.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sad truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STVAh0m-DoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gl70NhTI8is/s1600-h/kevin_carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STVAh0m-DoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gl70NhTI8is/s320/kevin_carter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275193488336359042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo taken by : Kevin Carter. Won the Pulitzer Award in 1994.&lt;br /&gt;Seen in this picture is a girl toddler who crawls her way to the feeding camp ( UN ).&lt;br /&gt;She is seen alone, except that vulture which is waiting for her to die, to feed on her body.&lt;br /&gt;Many questions were asked; did the girl survived? Why didn't the photographer helped her? Kevin did watched the vulture fly away but he didn't did anything much. He committed suicide a few months after receiving the award. He said in his suicide note that he was suffering. He keep seeing images of people dying.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Change.&lt;/span&gt; We see change everywhere. People changed. Attitudes have change. Our objective changed. Even our dreams, or perhaps desire, changes;changed. Change is good when it gives benefit for not only ourselves,but to others too. Some change are for the betterment too.&lt;br /&gt;Look at how much have changed this year.Locally, after the March general elections, the government changed. Our people have spoke our hearts out demanding for a change,and we got it. In the US, Barrack Obama became the first ever black president elected. People demanded change, and change we got. Yes, we have change. But have WE changed? I understand that as much as we want the change, we have to work towards it. Embrace oneself, embrace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are born lucky, lucky enough to have food and drinks on our tables. Some are even luckier, they have the wealth. We are lucky. We have a family who are able to provide us with love, care, and most importantly needed to survive: food.Most of us still think that these necessities are not enough.We want more. We demand more.We waste, waste and waste. When you have food on the table, and you think it doesn't feed your appetite, do you think about others that does not have any food to think of? When you're not done over breakfast and already planning for your next meal, do you think of the less fortunate ones; who STILL hoping that someday, their luck will change, and there WILL be food for them?Take Africa for instance, the over-populated country are suffering from poverty. The men, women, and even children are suffering. We are here, wasting food, when they need it there. We are here complaining about fancy clothes, when they don't even know it exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a change for them.I want those damn politics to stop arguing. I want people to stop suffering. I want them to realize that war sucks. Cause while they take guns out shooting, innocent people die. I want people to help those in need. They don't need the painful suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see extreme rich men and women out there, buying material things they want but don't need. Expensive caviar, billion dollar yatch, a house that looks more like a hotel. On the other side, people are suffering. They don't even know what caviar is,for goodness sake! The only thing that matters to them is how are they going to survive the day. How sad is it, knowing the world is small yet there is this one BIG contrast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are living in a sad, sad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-701876701732778488?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/701876701732778488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=701876701732778488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/701876701732778488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/701876701732778488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-truth.html' title='The sad truth.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STVAh0m-DoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gl70NhTI8is/s72-c/kevin_carter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5614678759649139125</id><published>2008-11-28T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:01:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like sisters,eh</title><content type='html'>SHAMIRA E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STACRB6nVzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tNED2THg4k4/s1600-h/l_0ecd719dc8a14f719dc276098cf0e169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STACRB6nVzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tNED2THg4k4/s320/l_0ecd719dc8a14f719dc276098cf0e169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273717655246165810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellos, meet this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She used to be my previous neighbour before my family and i moved to Subang. I've known her, well all my life! We lived, side by side. Our houses were side by side. The two houses joined together kind of thing. Yes it was awesome! PJ is awesome la ;p We used to go to each other houses and sleepover, that kind of stuff. I remember there's one time where there was no water and JPA came along with this truck of water. Our moms made us walk up hill to fetch water home. And we were so jakoon, we played water by the truck ;p and got scolding later. In 1998, Komenwell were the thing. My dad was a police officer and he sort of rented two shops at Bukit Jalil Stadium and our two families sold burgers, drinks , and all that kind of stuff . (i can't rmbr much). One thing i remember was, when Perak was playing football against some other country, and that time i was like only 5? and mira was 4.  We watched the game and shouted " PERAK BERAK " Yeah somehow that seemed funny back then. I moved to Subang when i was turning 10 years. Although i shifted, we are pretty much still close. We still have sleepovers and stuff. Right now, we're talking bout next time when i can drive, we're going jalan-jalan here,there, everywhere! So awesome la xD Oh did i mention, her sister is Mimi? or go google, One Nation Emcees. Mimi's group won Gangstarz this year. Guess her dream did came true! Haha and now my mom is teasing Mira bout being a famous star in the future . and she goes around " ada bakat boleh la! " . Gosh, i can say that A LOT have change since we we're there living in PJ. I miss PJ!! Recently ,her mom and her had dinner at Subang with me and me mom. And her mom was looking for houses. So Mira and I said " find around here!! ss14. " and my current neighbour MIGHT move out, so if she does, Mira said she want to ask her mom! And BAM. Back like ol' times yaw. lol. of course we are hoping that way :P&lt;br /&gt;15 years of knowing her and 14 years of her knowing me. We are still friends, more like family.&lt;br /&gt;I love her like my own sister and i can say that i am grateful ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Mira kalau kau baca nih, WHEN ARE U COMING HERE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;          or maybe WHEN WE GOING OUT AGAIN  ? haha xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-5614678759649139125?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5614678759649139125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5614678759649139125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5614678759649139125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5614678759649139125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-sisterseh.html' title='like sisters,eh'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/STACRB6nVzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tNED2THg4k4/s72-c/l_0ecd719dc8a14f719dc276098cf0e169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3403506607864939876</id><published>2008-11-22T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:39:47.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Here's a random post :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;If someo&lt;wbr&gt;​ne were to spell&lt;wbr&gt;​ your name wrong&lt;wbr&gt;​,​ how would&lt;wbr&gt;​ they spell&lt;wbr&gt;​ it?&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good question. They tend to spell it CherYLn, CherYLyn... I mean thats not even a word. It's CHERLYN btw (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were told you were beaut&lt;wbr&gt;​iful?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your phone&lt;wbr&gt;​ close&lt;wbr&gt;​ to you?&lt;br /&gt;nah, it's far away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you'​re missi&lt;wbr&gt;​ng someo&lt;wbr&gt;​ne now?&lt;br /&gt;How much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last place&lt;wbr&gt;​ you went out to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Last night, dinner , at some function&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyon&lt;wbr&gt;​e inter&lt;wbr&gt;​ested&lt;wbr&gt;​ in you right&lt;wbr&gt;​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. ask them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along&lt;wbr&gt;​ with girls&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;Yep , i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been given&lt;wbr&gt;​ an engag&lt;wbr&gt;​ement&lt;wbr&gt;​ ring?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Nopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ does most of your famil&lt;wbr&gt;​y live?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;In a building called home. or rather, a house somewhere in ss14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thoug&lt;wbr&gt;​ht about&lt;wbr&gt;​ getti&lt;wbr&gt;​ng your nose pierc&lt;wbr&gt;​ed?​&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't really like the look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can'​t you wait for?&lt;br /&gt;the day mira comes over , then shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can you tell anyth&lt;wbr&gt;​ing to?&lt;br /&gt;My dog. secrets safe with it . and mostly close friends who i trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent a movie&lt;wbr&gt;​ or go to movie&lt;wbr&gt;​s?​&lt;br /&gt;depends who im with ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you Had Alcoh&lt;wbr&gt;​ol This Week?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your myspa&lt;wbr&gt;​ce passw&lt;wbr&gt;​ord has to do anyth&lt;wbr&gt;​ing with a boy?&lt;br /&gt;actually ,three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy&lt;wbr&gt;​ with life?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;so far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could&lt;wbr&gt;​ you cry right&lt;wbr&gt;​ now?&lt;br /&gt;why would i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealo&lt;wbr&gt;​us perso&lt;wbr&gt;​n?​&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i guess ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing&lt;wbr&gt;​ this morni&lt;wbr&gt;​ng at 7am?&lt;br /&gt;drowning in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste&lt;wbr&gt;​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;hands down - dashboard confessionals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there&lt;wbr&gt;​ anyth&lt;wbr&gt;​ing that you are cravi&lt;wbr&gt;​ng right&lt;wbr&gt;​ now?&lt;br /&gt;yes ,food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to be doing&lt;wbr&gt;​ right&lt;wbr&gt;​ now?&lt;br /&gt;go out teman sister to starbucks study -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ have you lived&lt;wbr&gt;​ throu&lt;wbr&gt;​ghout&lt;wbr&gt;​ your life?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;PJ &amp;amp; SJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ was your defau&lt;wbr&gt;​lt pictu&lt;wbr&gt;​re taken&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;on top of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing&lt;wbr&gt;​ at 1 AM this morni&lt;wbr&gt;​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;online-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you drove&lt;wbr&gt;​ more than 30 minut&lt;wbr&gt;​es?​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose&lt;wbr&gt;​ house&lt;wbr&gt;​ were you at last?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ were you frida&lt;wbr&gt;​y night&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;math tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear the seat belt in the car?&lt;br /&gt;if im sitting in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next vacat&lt;wbr&gt;​ion you'​re going&lt;wbr&gt;​ on?&lt;br /&gt;sipadan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to text or call more?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;calls are better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you forgi&lt;wbr&gt;​ve your best frien&lt;wbr&gt;​d for hooki&lt;wbr&gt;​ng up with your bf/​gf?​&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last talk to on the phone&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ will you be in an hour?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;starbucks maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'&lt;wbr&gt;​s the conne&lt;wbr&gt;​ction&lt;wbr&gt;​ betwe&lt;wbr&gt;​en you and the last perso&lt;wbr&gt;​n you texte&lt;wbr&gt;​d?​&lt;br /&gt;my previous neighbour and one of my best friend=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose&lt;wbr&gt;​ bed did you sleep&lt;wbr&gt;​ in last night&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans&lt;wbr&gt;​ for the next weeke&lt;wbr&gt;​nd?​&lt;br /&gt;Genting maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats&lt;wbr&gt;​ your hair look like today&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;looks like always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ate?&lt;br /&gt;bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigge&lt;wbr&gt;​st annoy&lt;wbr&gt;​ance in your life right&lt;wbr&gt;​ now?&lt;br /&gt;People asking "whens futsal" and not actually planning it . urgh ;p&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/1680733290326448225-3403506607864939876?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3403506607864939876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3403506607864939876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3403506607864939876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3403506607864939876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-366175237474122426</id><published>2008-11-22T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:43:38.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>Meet the people from 3 usaha 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Note :most of the people m.i.a !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SSg2aNlegCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BILgqd0sOWE/s1600-h/n726572856_1044536_868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SSg2aNlegCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BILgqd0sOWE/s320/n726572856_1044536_868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271523187788513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our "gangster" look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SSg2MXPWQSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3NR1pKEGAlw/s1600-h/n726572856_1042180_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SSg2MXPWQSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3NR1pKEGAlw/s320/n726572856_1042180_1418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271522949861884194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the kawaii-ness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-366175237474122426?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/366175237474122426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=366175237474122426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/366175237474122426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/366175237474122426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SSg2aNlegCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BILgqd0sOWE/s72-c/n726572856_1044536_868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-5821734700760669054</id><published>2008-11-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:15:39.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>c.l.t.c.love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,&lt;br /&gt;It's as simple as the stars in the sky, and the blue in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing fancy bout the way I love you,&lt;br /&gt;But it sure is fancy how you love me.&lt;br /&gt;- nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from KLPAC. Crazy little thing called Love was an awesome play.High fives to all the people involved in producing it. Some of the scenes were funny,some were dead serious-yet have an important message in it. And the actors, they were great :) Soon Wei cutest! Iishan said everytime each show ends,loads of girls will be asking for his autograph or shall i quote "surrounded by all the girls". I can see why :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Iishan won a love-lunch-box from the lucky draw! The box has some pretty random stuff in it (about love). Check it out at www.love4soul.org .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam seems to think that the play really hit me hard.Somehow affected me.-.- Since i told him all about the play including details. i think it really did. hee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who did catch they play, you enjoyed it didnt you ? :D And for those who didn't , padan muka ;P you just missed out on an awesome play. ;D&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/1680733290326448225-5821734700760669054?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5821734700760669054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=5821734700760669054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5821734700760669054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/5821734700760669054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/cltclove.html' title='c.l.t.c.love'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4935975316047797978</id><published>2008-11-12T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:41:08.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Pics (:</title><content type='html'>Trip to Surabaya - Mount Ijen ( sulphuric lake ), Mount Bromo &amp;amp; many more.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome trip (: Pics *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXz5MUaeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nLIfFjfp3AY/s1600-h/PB070692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXz5MUaeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nLIfFjfp3AY/s320/PB070692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267760000689007074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rows of clouds; taken from the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXrS-Dr9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/jFe4lLkuZEc/s1600-h/PB070693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXrS-Dr9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/jFe4lLkuZEc/s320/PB070693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267759852989689810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that four dark spots? Thats actually islands! and on top of it are clouds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXmGTSzpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qHJ39T-00-s/s1600-h/PB080741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXmGTSzpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qHJ39T-00-s/s320/PB080741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267759763689754258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first night at one of the hotels .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXg73IFSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_vVt-oWLtys/s1600-h/PB090783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXg73IFSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_vVt-oWLtys/s320/PB090783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267759674987910434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hui Ching! On top of mount Ijen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXbZ25gEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8RIWzK4Ol1E/s1600-h/PB090784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXbZ25gEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8RIWzK4Ol1E/s320/PB090784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267759579960803394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syok sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXTiCoIoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/N0qQCq3pG7A/s1600-h/PB100819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXTiCoIoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/N0qQCq3pG7A/s320/PB100819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267759444718527106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWwVku2rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SuLG1QPQ86M/s1600-h/PB100804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWwVku2rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SuLG1QPQ86M/s320/PB100804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267758840076491442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it was cold ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWNqZ_qCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cZKQ_ijF1C0/s1600-h/PB100816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWNqZ_qCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cZKQ_ijF1C0/s320/PB100816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267758244373178402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWHwi6nNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WWEQa5NyZis/s1600-h/PB100850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWHwi6nNI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WWEQa5NyZis/s320/PB100850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267758142941994194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to Mount Bromo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWCk-C69I/AAAAAAAAAFo/q9-CUdv2Hik/s1600-h/PB100852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrWCk-C69I/AAAAAAAAAFo/q9-CUdv2Hik/s320/PB100852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267758053935213522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like on top of the world! *mount bromo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrV61GaloI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u-74p_9QS64/s1600-h/PB100855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrV61GaloI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u-74p_9QS64/s320/PB100855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267757920826332802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics to come(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4935975316047797978?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4935975316047797978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4935975316047797978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4935975316047797978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4935975316047797978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-pics.html' title='Holiday Pics (:'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SRrXz5MUaeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nLIfFjfp3AY/s72-c/PB070692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-137628907079721232</id><published>2008-11-02T05:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:02:16.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must, MUST watch</title><content type='html'>OMIGOSH. two words. CAN'T WAIT. hope it does comes out in M'sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.nov.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQ2ypB3JTMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WKKnKrSHFaQ/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQ2ypB3JTMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WKKnKrSHFaQ/s320/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264059957410090178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-137628907079721232?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/137628907079721232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=137628907079721232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/137628907079721232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/137628907079721232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/must-must-watch.html' title='Must, MUST watch'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQ2ypB3JTMI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WKKnKrSHFaQ/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-332268206359534664</id><published>2008-11-02T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:43:25.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Little thing called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Might be interested to go to this play (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KL PAC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Check it out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQ2tOzaul-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4i7hR_PMfsk/s1600-h/CLTCL+poster+KLPac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQ2tOzaul-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4i7hR_PMfsk/s320/CLTCL+poster+KLPac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264054009298065378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love always hopes...always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touring theatre company Footstool Players explores the themes of love, courtship, marriage and family in a collection of comedic and dramatic sketches highlighting issues pertaining to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's innocence, idealism, joy, hope, regret, heartbreak, sorrow and more - everything that comes with that "crazy little thing called love"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh, you'll weep, you'll ponder - and perhaps also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discover&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play runs for approximately 110 minutes, excluding a 15-minute intermission, and is suitable for ages 10 to 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Little Thing Called Love&lt;/span&gt; is presented in partnership with Focus on the Family Malaysia, and is supported by KLPac, Domino's Pizza, LiteFM, POS AD Group and Empowerment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-332268206359534664?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/332268206359534664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=332268206359534664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/332268206359534664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/332268206359534664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='Crazy Little thing called Love'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQ2tOzaul-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4i7hR_PMfsk/s72-c/CLTCL+poster+KLPac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6756513426261269426</id><published>2008-10-31T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:58:25.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After PMR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVzwb4_1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e0_gkhOjkwI/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVzwb4_1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e0_gkhOjkwI/s320/tn_DSCN2033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263254199687774034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms.Liew &amp;amp; Ms.Ngoh in a very very blur pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVr8hJjdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jJksNhXUBuM/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2053-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVr8hJjdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jJksNhXUBuM/s320/tn_DSCN2053-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263254065492102610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugu Negara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVlGI6VNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ohKwImRd0CQ/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2056-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVlGI6VNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ohKwImRd0CQ/s320/tn_DSCN2056-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253947815711954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVetrUpfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/isvNVUXienY/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVetrUpfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/isvNVUXienY/s320/tn_DSCN2059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253838169941490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of orange kids:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVYB7burI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iPSEStYgEoQ/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2068-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVYB7burI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iPSEStYgEoQ/s320/tn_DSCN2068-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253723347139250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's this again ar? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVO5voOaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oAGw9AYzi4g/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVO5voOaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oAGw9AYzi4g/s320/tn_DSCN2069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253566531320226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerald,Cherlyn,Justine,Vince,Luqman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVGsaNXEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fWBVM2OjiEM/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2071-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVGsaNXEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fWBVM2OjiEM/s320/tn_DSCN2071-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253425512864834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrU5muEE7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Svuhv9dnmHU/s1600-h/tn_DSCN2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrU5muEE7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Svuhv9dnmHU/s320/tn_DSCN2072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253200647230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seem to be enjoying life after PMR. No more stressing over the textbooks and workbooks! *cheers* Hmm.. life after PMR. I've went outings with friends(classmates mostly. more outings and catching up with people soon!) Been on a school trip! *pics will be uploaded* Went back to hometown lately(Melaka). I know thats just my hometown which i've been to like a lot of times but this time i actually visited all those historical sites. AMAZING! Everything you learn in Form 1, 2, 3 Sejarah textbook are here. haha don't mind the excitedness. Yep,mostly i've enjoyed myself. Hold up. Though ive been enjoying, there's still choices to be made. Next year would be different dow! Science or Arts? heh to be honest i'm still not sure what i wanna be :P&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, im hoping (and praying) i did well in my PMR. Cause my next year's choices depends on it.Check out thePICS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6756513426261269426?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6756513426261269426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6756513426261269426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6756513426261269426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6756513426261269426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-after-pmr.html' title='Life After PMR'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SQrVzwb4_1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e0_gkhOjkwI/s72-c/tn_DSCN2033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6306608767979520930</id><published>2008-08-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:26:03.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SK2I6PLfzDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/To4rGGe9Jqk/s1600-h/Picture+.+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SK2I6PLfzDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/To4rGGe9Jqk/s320/Picture+.+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992475790298162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SK2IzxBHarI/AAAAAAAAADI/hjOuNf-WxWE/s1600-h/Picture+.+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SK2IzxBHarI/AAAAAAAAADI/hjOuNf-WxWE/s320/Picture+.+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236992364614478514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love them (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6306608767979520930?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6306608767979520930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6306608767979520930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6306608767979520930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6306608767979520930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SK2I6PLfzDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/To4rGGe9Jqk/s72-c/Picture+.+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6747927234228901126</id><published>2008-07-30T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:06:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can You be Sure?</title><content type='html'>Good evening. The time now is 850PM. It's dark outside but the streetlamps are lighting up the streets.The moon is not shining that bright today,maybe the clouds decided to hide the moon today.There are approximately 6,470,818,671 people in the world.I've found a quote. It goes, Every once in a while people step up, they rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you, and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, and if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so funny that i don't even get the joke. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-6747927234228901126?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6747927234228901126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6747927234228901126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6747927234228901126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6747927234228901126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='How Can You be Sure?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8023279777843569324</id><published>2008-07-26T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:07:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinating.heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Why do ant-eaters dont get sick? Answer: because they have ant-TI bodies ! * laughs *&lt;br /&gt;Currently at uncle Bob's house. Mommy's watching teeeveee with everyone else, and here i am; typing away my boredom.. Msn is on, i think i got a lot of friends but i dont hear from them. heh. Okay that sounds a lil emo. Today was fine. Studied for like five hours, ate A LOT. and went jogging with Chriz and doggy :) seriously my dog have no stamina. it got tired after like 15mins jogging. so sorry biscuit! Anyway, after so long of not jogging i can still say i havent 'pancit' yet .so woot! I gotta admit i've been getting lame-r these days.. So immune to lame till i think everything's funny ,even when its not . But but! Jared (the very 'young' talented math genius teacher) says that it takes a lot of courage for someone to be lame. It takes confidence. Thank youu :D hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa the clock's ticking. Pmr's coming.No more procrastination, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;crap weih, trials in August and Sept.LIKE OMGGGG. Monthly test is next week. Yep,and i should be studying now but instead, here i am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;She says : I want to watch Hellboy! anyone?&lt;/span&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/1680733290326448225-8023279777843569324?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8023279777843569324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8023279777843569324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8023279777843569324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8023279777843569324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/procrastinatingheh.html' title='procrastinating.heh'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8935096620646293824</id><published>2008-07-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:14:37.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your perspective</title><content type='html'>It's time to change our perspective :)&lt;br /&gt;Some people grumble because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to the past hurts and grievances eats you away slowly.Be a bigger person and forgive others for what they have done to you, whether knowingly, or unknowingly. Allowing bygones be bygones from the shackles of emotional pain grants you freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Release the old, welcome the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pmr : 85 more days ? :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8935096620646293824?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8935096620646293824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8935096620646293824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8935096620646293824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8935096620646293824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/07/your-perspective.html' title='your perspective'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1212956986877432414</id><published>2008-06-28T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:28:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secret box</title><content type='html'>I feel so. alone. The heart feels heavy..like a huge smack there.And at times like this,i wonder if i did the right thing.the right decisions.It's not that i can change things or whatever.I mean,things happened,when things are over,it's over.Cant do much about it,except excepting the fact and move on;slowly.I hate to pretend as if i don't care,i dislike the feeling when i have to smile,act all that oh-im-strong attitude and get on with life.the fact is,i really am weak at times.I think about the past.About how have it changed the present,and of cos,the future too.Sometimes it gets worse,i cry,thinking all that.Funny huh,how the bad past can haunt u in the present,and how it sort of affect your future.And when u think of that thought,you want to get rid of it.You want to start fresh,excepting the mistakes you've done and move on.You can live that way,keeping the past in a secret box deep in your memory,living your life in the now with happy smiles and being optimistic in life..until people speak.People who just can't seem to let things as they be.It's amazing how their words can refresh your memory,making the secret box no longer a secret,making the thought come back,making u feel down.At that moment you feel like killing that person.But no,people talk.So you end up shutting up,and let them talk.Hey,if i can make it through that hard times,why not do it this time.Eventually,people stop talking when there's no response.HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.I've updated my blog. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to say that i couldn't care less about what others talk behind my back.I've been through a lot and seriously, they can't pull me down. Heck.&lt;br /&gt;And. This is gonna sound corny but, I miss you A*. for whats worth,i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. time to move on. ; slowly . it'll get better in time. right?&lt;br /&gt;-out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1212956986877432414?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1212956986877432414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1212956986877432414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1212956986877432414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1212956986877432414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/secret-box.html' title='secret box'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-1782714256018702301</id><published>2008-06-14T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:36:15.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of being a gynae .....</title><content type='html'>Whoahh,it's been a rough week. With all the stuff i've been through,i think im strong :D&lt;br /&gt;haha. screw u people who's faking the smile and acting all nice but talk behind my back! screw screw you! grr.&lt;br /&gt;I notice that my blog is like, the emptiest ! theres no comment box,links or wtv :| hehe&lt;br /&gt;Havent been sweating out lately! I think i should start jogging next week ! or maybe bball? haha&lt;br /&gt;last month me and D made a plan, once every two days we jog. but we keep making excuses so till now like tak jadi. maybe we're just LAZY ;D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, since im too free right now, this is the story bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; at tuition. ( a few weeks back  ) ...&lt;br /&gt;Lyn : eh wat u wanna be when u grow up eh?&lt;br /&gt;D : not so sure lahhh&lt;br /&gt;Nat : I wanna be a doctor *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Lyn : specialize in what ?&lt;br /&gt;(Yaya and D doing their work)&lt;br /&gt;Nat : Gynae kot&lt;br /&gt;(all look at Nat) WOAHHH so ambitious ahh u .&lt;br /&gt;... SILENCE MOMENT ..... (Jared teaching one of us)&lt;br /&gt;suddenly!! ...&lt;br /&gt;D : Oh so when u pregnant can deliver your own baby la ? :D&lt;br /&gt;Yaya : *silent laugh*&lt;br /&gt;(all thinking.... )&lt;br /&gt;Lyn : HAHAHA Imagine Nat....&lt;br /&gt;D : pregnant.... on the chair thing kan...&lt;br /&gt;Lyn : one hand at her tummy (pushhhh... pushh!! )&lt;br /&gt;Yaya : another down there * saying to her self ( push!! )&lt;br /&gt;(all laughing like crazy HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Nat : *stares* i wont do that. what la you guys. its not funny la ok.&lt;br /&gt;ALL : ok ok......... (silence)&lt;br /&gt;(Jared comes and ask whats going on.. )&lt;br /&gt;Nat : oh nothing , they were just laughing bout me and my ambition&lt;br /&gt;(all continue to laugh)&lt;br /&gt;Jared : oh *stares* you people are weird .&lt;br /&gt;D : gynae..&lt;br /&gt;Yaya and lyn : burst out laughing :D&lt;br /&gt;- end -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat, we were all laughing not because of u wanting to be a gynae. its just that we imagined wrongly :D haha like a pregnant gynae delivering her own baby .one part of her is like " pushhh pussh " another part like, "youre doing good. keep pushing! " get what i mean? i bet youre gonna kill me when u read this :) hehehe neway, u owe me muffins!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-1782714256018702301?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1782714256018702301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=1782714256018702301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1782714256018702301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/1782714256018702301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-being-gynae.html' title='of being a gynae .....'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4017371056890756325</id><published>2008-05-23T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T04:02:18.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays ?</title><content type='html'>Finally! Mid year exams are over. think i really screwed up some papers .. not so happy bout it . anyway,can't do much but to work harder for the next exams. Holidays are here.. two weeks. Yeay? I really don't have much to blog these days. crap :) oh yeah.. wanted to blog about tuition the other day. when Nat says she wanted to become a gynae . HAHA Nat if youre reading this, hehe:D im too lazy to blog the whole story now. promise will blog about it the next time i come online:P hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4017371056890756325?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4017371056890756325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4017371056890756325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4017371056890756325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4017371056890756325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays.html' title='Holidays ?'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-7745868551180168759</id><published>2008-04-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:13:43.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretender.</title><content type='html'>My blog is not emo. It's a way of expressing how i feel, and please don't say it's emo. It is not laa. I'd like to think of it as me, trying to tell you what i really think about people,life and bla bla bla.My point of view.Even if i am emo, i'll smile and pretend that i am happy :) and then you can pretend that you dont know anything and we'll all be happy ; no confusions, no complications. Yeah thats what we all do most of the time. Pretend.We pretend to avoid those confusions among people,making life easier.Hiding those deep feelings in our hearts, locked and kept safe from others to see and we smile on the outside, when the inside is bleeding.There are some people who dont pretend,they tend to be fake.Acting like they dont care,they ignore on how they really feel;trying to follow someone.Like laughing along to jokes they don't get.Blablabla.Okay, im over exaggerating it. heh. Still,i don't get why we all pretend.If you come and think about it,pretending is way easier than being fake. anddd there is a different in pretending and being fake.only i am too lazy to explain it here :)  hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-7745868551180168759?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7745868551180168759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=7745868551180168759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7745868551180168759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/7745868551180168759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretender.html' title='pretender.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4771115347091862751</id><published>2008-04-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:54:52.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired,maybe.</title><content type='html'>Perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;So how many people have lived and actually change? Change for the better?.......&lt;br /&gt;Moments; Happy moments. But moments can be broken so easily. Left shattered like a glass fallen to the ground,leaving fragments of it..Tiny bits of memory to remind us of it.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost. Ghost of the past;the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about the ghost anymore. But the ghosts have a way of always coming back..of haunting you even when you're wide awake..even when you are concentrating so hard not to let them find their way into you.They always find you.They always know where you are...waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they find you in memories.They can eat away at what u used to know and find out where they can live in your past.And they cast themselves in the events you want to remember,not just the ones you want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. Sometimes, when youre dreaming, it takes longer for you to wake up..The things in your dream don't want to fade away as fast as your eyes want them to and you're left somewhere in between being awake and still dreaming. That's where i am.. somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: one of the books that i can relate to. one of the best. me like=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4771115347091862751?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4771115347091862751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4771115347091862751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4771115347091862751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4771115347091862751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/inspiredmaybe.html' title='inspired,maybe.'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-914647739673877900</id><published>2008-03-06T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:33:22.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look ,uh mature !</title><content type='html'>School was as usual. Boring. Sejarah paper was okay, wasn't That hard. :) And again.. home alone.  Mum having some function at Pyramid Hotel, bro helping his friend who's getting married this saturday to distribute invitation cards. So here i am. blogging.&lt;br /&gt;The stupidest thing and unexpected thing happened just now! Was at Celebrity Fitness with bro, in parade. urgh, bro was canceling the card . and it goes like this...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl at counter : Hi can i help you?&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : Oh yeah. I would like to cancel my account for this month?&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn : ( looking around..... )&lt;br /&gt;Girl at counter : Sure, but Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : I'm changing my job and don't know where im gonna be placed yet. so i would like to stop     my account for this month and maybe continue it (bla bla bla................)&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn : (still looking around ...................... )&lt;br /&gt;Girl at counter : Oh. Are you sure u wanna cancel it? Don't you want to transfer to your girlfriend or something ? ( looking at me)&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn : (gave a stare . OMG WHAT DID I HEAR? ) Hah? i passed as his gf? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin : HAHA this is not my girlfriend. She's my sister. (damn right i aint your gf) My girlfriend wouldn't be this ugly. (babi punya abang)&lt;br /&gt;Girl at counter : oops sorry. brothers nowadays very mean huh.&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn : HAHHAHAHHA seriously i would have better taste lar!&lt;br /&gt;.............. and then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang!..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-914647739673877900?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/914647739673877900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=914647739673877900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/914647739673877900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/914647739673877900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-look-uh-mature.html' title='I look ,uh mature !'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-8877571744888469797</id><published>2008-02-27T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:01:19.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feet, dont fail me now</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since i've last posted a blog. Been rather busy lately. or shall i say lazy :P ? Exams next week , so been studying like a nerd...  can't wait till pmr is over though :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Gonna run 3000m tmr :| dushkkk. I'm so gonna faint . Stamina level super low dy......... Gahh. i just hope i can finish the race . :)&lt;br /&gt;Missing the-super-duperly-awesome Jane! no relay team for p2 this year. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;crap. i suck at blogging. hehehehehehe. Seriously i ran out of things to say. so im gonna stop right here .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-8877571744888469797?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8877571744888469797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=8877571744888469797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8877571744888469797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/8877571744888469797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/02/feet-dont-fail-me-now.html' title='feet, dont fail me now'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-4303104744533514382</id><published>2008-02-19T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T02:32:30.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration !</title><content type='html'>That's how i'm feeling right now. frustrated. Do you know the feeling when you have a chance to get something you wanted or for all you've done and when the chance is near, you made one stupid mistake and off the chance goes? DARN IT LAAAAHHH! :(&lt;br /&gt;I got third for 100m hurdles halfway trough the race. And then i took the wrong steps, which of  course made me land wrongly . and gone. third place became fourth. SO DARN CLOSE. And it's final round summore! hmph. imagine how frustrated i am. plus, i got an injured leg from the wrong landing. fck . right now im feeling very tired and very frustrated and sad whenever i think about what happened. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;and i should really get some sleep. so i'm off ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-4303104744533514382?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4303104744533514382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=4303104744533514382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4303104744533514382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/4303104744533514382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration !'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-3971469611441593780</id><published>2008-02-18T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:48:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of such boredom</title><content type='html'>this is the kind of i-got-nothing-better-to-do-so-im-typing-this type of blog , but heck im gonna post it anyway. It's been such a slow day today. feels like time had given up and just stopped :| wait thats not possible -.- see the boredom i have to bear with?  gosh...&lt;br /&gt;today i started learing about reproduction in science class. gila la. the whole class was so excited especially the guys( dont ask why). But we started learning about plant's reproduction and seriously, it was boring. summore our science teacher is soooooooooooooooo great! ( yeah right) i think i yawned the whole period of science.. oh and ( sigh) for the guys. HAHAHA they were expecting the human reproduction topic today! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda happy with today; i studied :) And tomorrow going for mssd! 400m &amp;amp; 100m hurdles. gahhh everytime i think about it, i get butterflies in my tummy. that phrase is weird -.- how can u get butterflies in your tummy? that's physically impossible. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680733290326448225-3971469611441593780?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3971469611441593780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=3971469611441593780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3971469611441593780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/3971469611441593780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/02/of-such-boredom.html' title='of such boredom'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680733290326448225.post-6745098924713466214</id><published>2008-01-22T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:28:37.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/R5XJDUp10YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LfrgCIENxdg/s1600-h/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/R5XJDUp10YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LfrgCIENxdg/s320/DSC02479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158250007143764354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. i realized that i havent been blogging since september. HAHA im pretty sure im not the blogger type and i have to admit that im too lazy to type all out :P Well. since i have nothing much to do right now, might as well fill this empty blog site of mine up.... My best friend left two days ago, to Australia. Yep. :( of course i cried.... i mean, though i only know her for only two years, we share many things in common. And we had great times. At first i was like "it's ok. she's not gone.. she's just not in the same country. so things are gonna be fine. can still keep contact what." heck that wasnt true... when i thought about "whos gonna sit in class with me? whos gonna go olahraga, saga practice with me? whos gonna go lunch with me at the kai fan shop? whos this, whos that...." tears weih. and it was so lonely, the first saga practice without her. :( no more 4x400 team this year i guess. but still. i guess she did what she had to do.. and im happy for her. :) i hope she does well there. haha if your reading this Jane, I lap You!! xD&lt;br /&gt;p.s ; i did come across a garbage truck one day after you left. lol&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/1680733290326448225-6745098924713466214?l=sugarlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6745098924713466214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680733290326448225&amp;postID=6745098924713466214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6745098924713466214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680733290326448225/posts/default/6745098924713466214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlyn.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing.html' title='Missing .'/><author><name>cartoooon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15255718853967863025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/SrnQ_VnGfnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/AUsLfr1UeBQ/S220/P6292570.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TUdetIkcW3s/R5XJDUp10YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LfrgCIENxdg/s72-c/DSC02479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
