<?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-1699049081432747301</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:13:58.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in circles.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4992133834663734252</id><published>2010-08-04T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:22:10.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterhood of gossiping girls</title><content type='html'>i am seriously damn thankful for thoran girls. HTHT gossipping super rocks my socks tyvm. MAX OUTTTTT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4992133834663734252?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/4992133834663734252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=4992133834663734252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4992133834663734252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4992133834663734252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/08/sisterhood-of-gossiping-girls.html' title='sisterhood of gossiping girls'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5760874205577334090</id><published>2010-07-25T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:10:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBSFOC 10/11</title><content type='html'>omg, been so long since i blogged. like more than a month. just came back from NBSFOC. seriously. BEST CAMP I EVER ATTENDED! i slept like 8-10 hours throughout the camp, rolled around in mud (seriously damn gross), sentosa games until i got abrasions, a whole day in pool including jumping off some 5m ledge!, fright night, nanyang lake and a hell lot of other super super fun stuff. i really was quite apprehensive about joining the camp. like i was super nervous how i wouldnt fit in and have to pretend to be real close with my camp mates when it seems impossible to do so. but after spending like 22 hours per day with each other, i can say we're real tight man! idk where i'll ever find such fun loving and spontaneous og mates ever. the guys are damn onzzz about games and stuff, and they're damn funny. the girls are super strong and garang, none like those i see in jc where people shy away from games and point other people to join. in NBSFOC, everyone is ONNN about the games, which makes the camp super super awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt regret joining the camp, though at the end my eyes were black as hell and my injuries too many to count, the fun i had and friends i made will never be out of my life. i strongly recommend the camp to everyone! i definitely want to join the commitee next year whether as SA or GL or anything. i want to be a part of NBSFOC 11/12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THORAN THORAN THORAN THORAN THORAN OMM BABA&lt;br /&gt;AYE YA YA YA YA YA YA                                                                    x2&lt;br /&gt;DE DE DE DE, THORAN! DE DE DE DE, THORAN! DE DE DE DE, THORAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5760874205577334090?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5760874205577334090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5760874205577334090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5760874205577334090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5760874205577334090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/07/nbsfoc-1011.html' title='NBSFOC 10/11'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1017810375132625547</id><published>2010-06-23T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:03:01.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, passport!</title><content type='html'>i'm off to malaysia for three days with my family! finally, i get to showcase my ugly passport again. oh well. idk what to blog, haha, so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1017810375132625547?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1017810375132625547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1017810375132625547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1017810375132625547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1017810375132625547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-passport.html' title='hello, passport!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-423815909163324082</id><published>2010-06-13T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:09:24.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, you and you</title><content type='html'>oh fuck. im being fucking judgmental right now. i cant believe that i'm judging this person. i cant help myself. i think its the hormones, i guess my period is coming soon. but seriously. WTFFF. i shant say who, i cant anyway. but for now. fuck you. for i have no reason why. i'm in such a crappy mood. fuck the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-423815909163324082?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/423815909163324082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=423815909163324082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/423815909163324082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/423815909163324082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-you-and-you.html' title='you, you and you'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5362662619224251227</id><published>2010-06-08T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:26:17.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>billionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8aRor905cCw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aRor905cCw&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/8aRor905cCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" 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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna be a billionaire so fcking bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy all of the things I never had&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5362662619224251227?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5362662619224251227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5362662619224251227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5362662619224251227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5362662619224251227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/06/billionaire.html' title='billionaire'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1038436292763714417</id><published>2010-06-08T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:13:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gorkak</title><content type='html'>oh man. i'm so money minded that all i think about now, is how to earn more $$. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a sugar daddy. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i want to buy, especially now that its GSS season. the money in my bank/wallet is decreasing at an amazing rate. how do you fill a gapping hole??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been pretty laid back recently. now that all i have is tuition, i get to exercise a lot more. like really. and i've been going out. which is bad cause i spend money like water. i ran home from thomson plaza the other dauy, which is pretty crazyyy cause the last time i remember running was like last year, and the route was 5km yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to upload pictures before everyone breathes down my neck again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1038436292763714417?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1038436292763714417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1038436292763714417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1038436292763714417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1038436292763714417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/06/gorkak.html' title='gorkak'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1777605455497045107</id><published>2010-05-30T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:15:23.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 and more to come</title><content type='html'>This is my 101st post. More to come! &lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended my work at oracle. And concluded that my colleague Isabelle is about the nicest person I've met in my short 19 years of life. She is awesome really. I wish her all the best in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 3 movies this week. Once a gangster with yr after going to school to collect our certs. The movie is hilarious. I promise myself I'll watch more funny hk movies from now on. Though the cinema was filled with people much older than us. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;Shrek forever after with my bro is okay. I didn't exactly think the movie was v funny. But nice movie to relax and watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch sex in the city 2 with my pri sch friends just now. Hahaha. We watched a 12.30 show at lido. Ended at around 3 then the five of us squeezed in a cab home. Nice uncle btw. The movie just made me conclude how fcking awesome it is to be bloody rich. Like super uber rich. The clothes and lifestyle. It's amazing I knoway sound real materialistic but it's true. As what I said. Money can buy happiness. But not all happiness is brought about by money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to joleen's house now to make surprise gift for osy. She has absolutely no idea we're going to find her at work today (yeah she's working on her birthday, how sian).  To make it better I smsed her just now that I'll see her soon. Hahahaha. Currently blogging on the bus. Wonders of an iPhone, or rather a smartphone. Which is btw, bought by money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I'm SO money minded. This is bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1777605455497045107?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1777605455497045107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1777605455497045107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1777605455497045107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1777605455497045107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/101-and-more-to-come.html' title='101 and more to come'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3601951188424819593</id><published>2010-05-24T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:48:13.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi hi hi hi5, hi hi hi together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/S_nn7hbHjAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uzYx4YbxMgs/s1600/hi+5+relation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474661831815957506" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/S_nn7hbHjAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uzYx4YbxMgs/s200/hi+5+relation.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; click to enlarge and see better. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. IS THIS HILARIOUS OR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;AND NG BIRU WAS SECRETLY IRRITATED WITH KATHLEEN CAUSE SHE WANTED TIM TO GET TOGETHER WITH CHARLI. AND NATHAN AND KELLIE WERE TOGETHER SO, GOOD GUESS BIRU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSIONS OF A CHILDISH SINGAPOREAN KID. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STOP LAUGHING SHIT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3601951188424819593?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3601951188424819593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3601951188424819593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3601951188424819593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3601951188424819593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-hi-hi-hi5-hi-hi-hi-together.html' title='hi hi hi hi5, hi hi hi together!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/S_nn7hbHjAI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uzYx4YbxMgs/s72-c/hi+5+relation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8408366952638063532</id><published>2010-05-23T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:42:24.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>renovAID</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to watch the show renovAID since it showed on channel 5 but I kept missing the timings. Finally watched my first episode today. Watching the show makes me real thankful for the life that I have. Despite living in such a prosperous country like Singapore, there are still many people who live in horrendous homes living on meagre income every month. Like the family that was featured in the show. They mostly eat veggies and sardine for their meals, while many people I know including myself, complain about deciding what to eat and that the food is repetitive and boring. How sad, when you see tons of people not being able to appreciate their good fortune and complain about what they already have. &lt;br /&gt;I want that new phone.  &lt;br /&gt;I want that new bag. &lt;br /&gt;Those clothes I absolutely gotta have. &lt;br /&gt;Some people struggle to put food on the table, damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such shows makes me want to give back to society. Maybe I will, in future when I have the capabilites to. But then again, I might be like many self-absorbed Singaporeans around, too caught up in my small pathetic life. I certainly hope i will remember what I said. And one day help poorer Singaporeans around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8408366952638063532?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8408366952638063532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8408366952638063532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8408366952638063532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8408366952638063532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/renovaid.html' title='renovAID'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7474763522482384208</id><published>2010-05-22T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T02:41:27.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we work for money,</title><content type='html'>the hectic weekend has passed. it was filled with, sickness and fever. this shows that my body cannot take such jam packed activities. it was horrible going genting with flu, cough and fever. thanks to God, panadol flu, woods and vicks i was better the second day to go to the theme park. genting was pretty awesome. filled with my uncle's stories on police, tekong and what have you. and i had the company of ngbiru for like 4 straight days. wouldnt say it was awesome, (hahahahaha. dont smack me you BFB) but i couldnt ask for anything better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still sick btw. how sian i know. oh yeah, and stupid NUS didnt give me a place in their biz school. so i guess its either ntu or smu. i somehow feel the calling for ntu more. idk. i wont decide until the very last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is the root of all evil, and the root of most happiness. no, maybe all happiness. dont bullshit me and tell me that money can't buy happiness cause it gawddamn can. seriously. i hate to think of life after uni cause that means i'll be a money slave, being a normal worker working for more and more money. how sickening is that. real shitass boring. i dont want to lead a life like that. somebody please give me alternatives right now. aye. but thats life isnt it, i hear people say. i KNOW. maybe just maybe i can have another choice what. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i suddenly remembered. NGBIRU HAS A VERY FUNNY OPINION ON HI5! i shall post the picture when i'm done with it. HILARIOUS. i laughed till my sides hurt like mad. its crazyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7474763522482384208?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7474763522482384208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7474763522482384208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7474763522482384208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7474763522482384208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-work-for-money.html' title='we work for money,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4963874642094744094</id><published>2010-05-11T10:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:59:09.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy like a bumblebee.</title><content type='html'>this week is officially havoc week. there are like SO MANY THINGS squeezed into my friday, saturday and sunday. wah lau eh, cannot spread out is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;tuition at woodlands, then at toh guan&lt;br /&gt;drinks with B&amp;amp;R colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat:&lt;br /&gt;tuition at amkcc&lt;br /&gt;mock lesson at nus&lt;br /&gt;tea with ntu biz dean at some hotel&lt;br /&gt;stayover at biru's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun:&lt;br /&gt;GENTINGGGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. by the time i reach the highlands, my eyes will be non-existent. ooh and did i mention that I'M GOING TO GET MY POLAROID CAMERA THIS WEEKKKK??? DAMN, HOW EXCITING IS THAT! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i would rather NUS just send me a rejection letter than let me wait so damn long. like hello? i gotta make a decision by 1 June. and you bloody hell dare to tell me the letters will be sent out latest by late May. so you give me like what, 3 F***ING DAYS TO THINK?? oh man, cant you just reject me from law school and put me in biz or fass or just reject? like as if i dont have enough problems deciding already. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, hate life. cant find a nice paying job. i think yr and i are just going to rot our lives away and pray damn hard then one day, maybe money will fall from the sky. &lt;em&gt;yeah right, i know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4963874642094744094?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/4963874642094744094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=4963874642094744094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4963874642094744094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4963874642094744094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-like-bumblebee.html' title='busy like a bumblebee.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2301228812595229606</id><published>2010-05-07T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:37:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to pee</title><content type='html'>this post shall be short. i realised i blog quite frequently now! maybe cause i'm like more freeee. anw. clubbing last night was. fun. in a way. but i really really hate &lt;strike&gt;regret&lt;/strike&gt; thursdays. i know i'm repeating it. but really. gosh. it makes my heart skip a few beats everytime i think of it. &lt;br /&gt;ooh and omg today when i burped i could actually taste alcohol in my burp. when i told joleen, guess what. she told al the exact same thing! hahahaha. BFF LUHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people i know wants to go clubbing. so. &lt;strike&gt;shuying&lt;/strike&gt; and &lt;strike&gt;biru&lt;/strike&gt;, i'm still waiting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for an interview at Harry's on monday. hopefully they offer good pay and i get to work there. $$ please. and i'm so much more of a night person than morning person anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2301228812595229606?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2301228812595229606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2301228812595229606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2301228812595229606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2301228812595229606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-pee.html' title='i need to pee'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8980930797052719527</id><published>2010-05-06T05:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:11:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye stone.</title><content type='html'>I finally admitted it. Thanks to &lt;strike&gt;alcohol&lt;/strike&gt; the situation was much much better. Clubbing just now was fun. And tiring. Like super. Just reached home about ten minutes ago. Don't ever let yourself loose after intoxication. Don't drink. If you do. Please control. Gosh. I was like. Crazy ttm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm real glad you found a better guy. Like much better. And I'm so sorry for what I done. Thank you for forgiving me. Or else i'll never forgive myself. I love you babe. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8980930797052719527?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8980930797052719527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8980930797052719527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8980930797052719527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8980930797052719527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-bye-stone.html' title='bye bye stone.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8599948234622287499</id><published>2010-05-02T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:37:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In trouble</title><content type='html'>I feel so screwed right now. Omg. Panic + hyperventilation = idk what to do. Howwwwwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg fucker I can't believe you did that. Thanks a lot and now i'm gonna feel guilty for the rest of my miserable life. Thank you asshole. Was it that difficult to keep it to yourself? Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need three months to cool down. Probably three years. Arghhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8599948234622287499?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8599948234622287499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8599948234622287499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8599948234622287499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8599948234622287499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-trouble.html' title='In trouble'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3247734592131211568</id><published>2010-04-30T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T02:20:11.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today i had the day to myself,</title><content type='html'>i got a tan! finally went swimming after about one thousand years. and the sun was being very nice to me, thank God for the fantastic weather! i'm not that fair anymore! oh man, have been wanting my old skin tone back since forever. hate being so damn white. and yes, today is LYNETTE'S DAY. okay not today since its 2 am already. so yesterday. its actually a nice nice feeling! havent done this in a looooong time. it seems everyday i gotta get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, new fave song. its called if its love by train. super awesome lyrics and i just like it i dont know why. haha. lyrics below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everybody else is getting out of bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually getting in it&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;And there's a thousand ways you can skin it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet have been on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Flat like an idle singer&lt;br /&gt;Remember winger&lt;br /&gt;I digress&lt;br /&gt;I confess you are the best thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid when I hear stories&lt;br /&gt;About a husband and wife&lt;br /&gt;There's no happy endings&lt;br /&gt;No Henry Lee&lt;br /&gt;But you are the greatest thing about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If it's love&lt;br /&gt;And we decide that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;No one else could do it better&lt;br /&gt;If it's love&lt;br /&gt;And we're two birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest is just whenever&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm addicted to loving you&lt;br /&gt;And you're addicted to my love too&lt;br /&gt;We can be them two birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;That flock together&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Got to have something to keep us together&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a loan on a house I own&lt;br /&gt;Can't be a queen bee without a bee throne&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy ya everything&lt;br /&gt;Except cologne&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can travel to Spain where the rain falls&lt;br /&gt;Mainly on the plain side and sing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it is we can laugh we can sing&lt;br /&gt;Have ten kids and give them everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold our cell phones up in the air&lt;br /&gt;And just be glad we made it here alive&lt;br /&gt;On a spinning ball in the middle of space&lt;br /&gt;I love you from your toes to your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can move in&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask where you've been&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody has a past&lt;br /&gt;When we're older&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody else is getting out of bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually getting in it&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's love&lt;br /&gt;And we're two birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest is just whenever&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest is just whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's love&lt;br /&gt;And we decide that it's forever&lt;br /&gt;No one else could do it better&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm addicted to loving you&lt;br /&gt;And you're addicted to my love too&lt;br /&gt;We can be them two birds of a feather&lt;br /&gt;That flock together&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Got to have something to keep us together&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;Got to have something to keep us together&lt;br /&gt;Love, love&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3247734592131211568?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3247734592131211568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3247734592131211568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3247734592131211568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3247734592131211568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-i-had-day-to-myself.html' title='today i had the day to myself,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1228025265834175820</id><published>2010-04-29T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:27:59.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, we do think</title><content type='html'>so much for generation Y. baby boomers and what comes next should stop complaining about us. yes no doubt we are like strawberries, protected and spoilt to a certain extent but we do have a mind of our own. we do stupid things but dont everyone? older people shouldnt be so damn harsh on us. like hello? dont WE control the future? we have views that are in some cases way more mature than you guys cause we are in general more educated and aware of whats going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so bitch, stop telling my parents how bad my brother is. cause its you who is fucked up. yes you, you stupid dog, stop pretending you're all high and powerful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised as i grow older, my topics with friends vary. likewise it also varies with the type of friends and the time i'm with them. but in general, we talk about more, mature stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody's perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, but difficult to accept. people are judgmental. that cant be helped. i AM for one, a super judgmental person. i think if people who know me can actually read my mind, they'll prolly run in the opposite direction. nonetheless, what people like me actually do is we put on different masks for different occasions. not to say that i'm insincere when i'm talking to you or that our friendship is shallow and artificial, but dont you think certain situations call for certain acting? i mean if everyone were straight forward and direct, there would be loads of sadness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i grow and interact with more people, i find people who are charateristically suited to mine and those that are not. of course the more i hang out with you, the more i see your character flaws, but i also see more of your character strengths. so its not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i think too much. like wayyyy too much. i look into some stuff way more than i should and its bad. because then i judge the person over and over again. nobody should ever have the abililty to read my mind, cause then i'll either stop thinking or go into hiding, both of which i'm not keen to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biru's right in one thing.&lt;br /&gt;"You may be right or wrong in your judgement, anyhow we can’t be all right in our judgements. We could only form them out of what we see and feel in our own experiences. It is unfair to generalize a person’s character merely based on one’s judgement because no one really knows anyone well enough to form accurate judgements except themselves."&lt;br /&gt;i particularly like that part a lot. its damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. all humans are FLAWED. so even if this is true, the world continues going round and people continue judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tell me please, how negative i'm towards the human race.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1228025265834175820?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1228025265834175820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1228025265834175820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1228025265834175820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1228025265834175820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-we-do-think.html' title='yes, we do think'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6717181402457672039</id><published>2010-04-18T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:36:34.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we choose what we want</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;guys are manipulative. &lt;br /&gt;girls choose whether they want to be manipulated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true please. sigh. life has been pretty suck. yeah, so has my english. (omg i struggled to decide if its so has my english or so had my english, arghhh)&lt;br /&gt;not going to teach tuition at tuition centre anymore. they decided they want full timers instead. but got some tuition job to teach some pri 3 student math. which is pretty good i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is the exhibition thing. not really excited. oh well. its just another job right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. went to marina barrage for picnic with my &lt;3s on friday. idk what i'll do without them. die lah. haha. and i finally went to watch HTTYD. NICE! much MUCH better than i thought it'll be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, i'm getting irritable these days. like all the time. shucks. random, but true.&lt;br /&gt;(everytime i say true i'll think of the annoying orange saying "true, true" WTHHHH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6717181402457672039?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6717181402457672039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6717181402457672039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6717181402457672039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6717181402457672039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-choose-what-we-want.html' title='we choose what we want'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8655137189679262296</id><published>2010-04-09T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:19:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need you now</title><content type='html'>Picture perfect memories&lt;br /&gt;Scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I&lt;br /&gt;Ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost all control&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping&lt;br /&gt;In the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I&lt;br /&gt;Ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost all control&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt&lt;br /&gt;Than feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I need you now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8655137189679262296?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8655137189679262296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8655137189679262296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8655137189679262296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8655137189679262296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-you-now.html' title='Need you now'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5241496939020152003</id><published>2010-03-31T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:23:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to kill a mockingbird</title><content type='html'>I wonder, how do you vent your frustration without saying it out. How do you tell someone you are irritated at them without directly telling them? I think Jovita is right, I'm good at patronizing. Super suitable for the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being like that. But I keep putting on masks after masks, until I don't really know who I am anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can everyone and everything stop pissing me off? I feel like there's this huge stone on my chest, I want to get it off, but I don't have the strength to do so. I feel, helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? My hand is shaking as I type this. Fuck has become the new fave word. Which is bad btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fuck you all, who make me miserable. Fuck you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5241496939020152003?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5241496939020152003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5241496939020152003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5241496939020152003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5241496939020152003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='how to kill a mockingbird'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1399085410530901537</id><published>2010-03-24T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:41:58.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its tuesday, again.</title><content type='html'>its official. jovita and i will be jobless WEF next thursday. hahaha. we were, FIRED. &lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda happy and sad at the same time. happy that i finally get some rest; i've worked non-stop since A's ended. like i worked the next day after the last paper. super hiong. sad that i will miss my colleagues, AND THE $$$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siannnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note. I FINALLY FINISHED ALL MY UNI APPLICATIONS. now praying real hard that they will call me for interview!! &lt;em&gt;help me dear God!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and free cone day was SUCH A DISASTER. we went there at 645 and the pretty girl told us the queue was too long and people were not allowed to queue anymore. so we decided to be losers and went to buy a cone, ON FREE CONE DAY. oh well. at least i enjoyed it. after that it was dinner at LK. awesome snacks, not too awesome mains. oh well. skipped the alcohol, got no mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, please check out my $$ mindedness. i actually went to apply for some part time job alr. interview this sat and next week. HIONGGGGGG. haha, i dont care. i need the $$ or i'll just hide at home until uni starts. haha. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1399085410530901537?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1399085410530901537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1399085410530901537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1399085410530901537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1399085410530901537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-tuesday-again.html' title='its tuesday, again.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3451630846420616003</id><published>2010-03-20T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:57:09.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appluad please</title><content type='html'>I did it. Just like that. My bravery is, unbelievable, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3451630846420616003?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3451630846420616003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3451630846420616003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3451630846420616003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3451630846420616003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/03/appluad-please.html' title='appluad please'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6473804510748936604</id><published>2010-03-17T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:23:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello blog.</title><content type='html'>havent been blogging in a while. aiya, lazy lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for NUS's and NTU's open house over the weekend. decided that staying in a hostel is so damn cool. i want to stay in it for at least a semester!&lt;br /&gt;been trying to do my uni application, realised that its damn troublesome and disgusting. oh well. i shall do it tmr, dont want to drag my feet any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to chomp for dinner tmr with my &lt;3s! HOKKIEN MEE PLEASE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i think biru and i are going for french lessons tgt! and free cone day is next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a pretty exciting life up ahead. that is if my work dont piss me off. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6473804510748936604?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6473804510748936604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6473804510748936604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6473804510748936604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6473804510748936604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-blog.html' title='hello blog.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6287438912277623309</id><published>2010-03-05T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:52:46.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment of truth</title><content type='html'>the A'levels results are out. idk if i should be happy or sad. i guess my results are, slightly above average. well, considering that my prelims were like C S U S U. i should be thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for many things really. though my chem was seriously WTF. the rest were done through God's grace. without him i think my rank point will be below 75. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case. i shall try for the impossible now, law school. yang was right. just try and leave the rest to God. if he allows, then maybe i'll have a shot. if not. hmmm. God will help me make a choice. i believe in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i think my results kinda disappointed my mum. feeling a bit mixed now. shall just sleep on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6287438912277623309?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6287438912277623309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6287438912277623309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6287438912277623309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6287438912277623309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/03/moment-of-truth.html' title='the moment of truth'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3645044547779890048</id><published>2010-03-01T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:21:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in conclusion,</title><content type='html'>i think things are getting way out of hand. its going to be over soon. no turning back. i have to be sure. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;yeah i guess i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from thailand on tuesday morning! omg, when i went there my luggage was 5.8kg. when i came back it was 14.7! like the heaviest lah. super buy a lot of stuff. but when i came back i realised its not exactly a lot. super random buys. nonetheless, bangkok is really a good place to shop! cheap and nice stuff ftw please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this new place with joleen on thursday. its called the forbidden city, at clarke quay. okay, if you have heard of this place please pardon my noobness, but its a really really awesome place! i love the decor (its chinese btw), with like bing ma yongs and fishtanks (for some strange reasons) and chandeliers! can you believe it! they have like sections for chinese fusion dining; cambodian, laotian and vietnamese dining; and for drinking! its really really pretty. plus theres nobody there. really good for chilling over a couple of drinks, with nice sofas and cushions. and the drinks are reasonably priced too. :)&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to the arena, supposedly to club but, hahahahahaha. the ambience and music and number of people was really, wtfttm. hahaha. it was cool in a way it had a live band. they were really good btw. but the music was wayyy to loud and despite it being a ladies night on thursday, the crowd was like, damn little. at one point there were only like 10 people in the club. not a really ideal place to club i guess. oh well. really want to try out zouk and zirca. next time then. maybe if i do really well for a's, i can ask my mum to let me go clubbing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which. the results are going to be out real real real soon. like in five days if speculations are accurate. though the fortune teller in thailand says that i'll get to study what i want, i still dont know what i want to study, so equals to no use. i just hope i do well enough. if God allows, and i do miraculously well, i actually want to pursue law. maybe its because i work at a law firm now, i realised that law isnt that boring but in fact quite fun if you have the passion. no doubt you gotta put in long longgggg hours, you help people and earn lots of money too! the fortune teller was so right in saying that i'm money minded cause i SO AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. off to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i need to start planning how to do it. soon. please pray that i don't screw it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3645044547779890048?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3645044547779890048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3645044547779890048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3645044547779890048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3645044547779890048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-conclusion.html' title='in conclusion,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2969812486772968583</id><published>2010-02-18T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:11:56.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye world!</title><content type='html'>going to thailand tmr! quite excited and scared at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray that everything will go well and we'll be kept safe by the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2969812486772968583?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2969812486772968583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2969812486772968583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2969812486772968583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2969812486772968583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/02/bye-world.html' title='bye world!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6631424321890711422</id><published>2010-02-16T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:12:14.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap talk</title><content type='html'>has anyone died of frustration before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6631424321890711422?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6631424321890711422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6631424321890711422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6631424321890711422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6631424321890711422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheap-talk.html' title='cheap talk'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4989844746798129225</id><published>2010-02-14T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:44:37.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy cny!</title><content type='html'>yay! its cny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cny, apart from the awesome angbao and food, theres family and friends gathering, and theres gambling too! all those cny songs do make me high. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year is the first year i gave my parents angbao. my dad actually said in the car that he was really proud of my angbao. omgosh, i was like super touched. now im really proud of myself too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have pretty nails now! thanks to cny. it was really time consuming doing my nails. aye, at least its only once a year, or i think i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to bangkok this friday! really really excited! cant wait to see know and shop till i drop! oh, and i want to get an iphone soon too! i need $$$$$$ where can i get fast cash man. i really need it. haha. oh well. we're living in a materialistic world. i'm consumed in it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4989844746798129225?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/4989844746798129225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7187482248748635664</id><published>2010-02-09T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:16:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin!</title><content type='html'>i finally changed the skin of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i blogged man. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dyed my hair! blogging while waiting for it to dry so i can put the moisturizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7187482248748635664?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7187482248748635664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7187482248748635664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7187482248748635664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7187482248748635664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-skin.html' title='new skin!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1495975309917498951</id><published>2009-11-28T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:36:23.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hand gestures</title><content type='html'>long time no blog man. a's are seriously a life destroyer. haha, so many things i have to put on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to blog about an incident that happened at work today.&lt;br /&gt;i was standing there at the screen guard section as usual when this guy approached me and used hand gestures to indicate that he wanted a particular screen guard. as per normal i opened my mouth and started yaking about the different types of protectors when he stopped me with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised he was deaf and mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while a group of people approached me. all of them were deaf and mute, except one with limited hearing and speech. i used simple english to explain to her. then she discussed it with her friends. the whole discussion was silent. absolutely no sound at all. it was so different from the usual situation at SITEX, where its super nosiy. when the communicated, my surroundings were just quiet, all noise were blocked out. i couldnt hear what people around me was talking about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;this was the first time such thing ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i was having some shit mood swings, i actually felt like crying. my eyes were like teary as i watched them communicate with hand gestures. my heart really went out to them. they probably dont think that they are at a disadvantage, but. i dont know. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats what i wanted to blog. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1495975309917498951?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1495975309917498951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1495975309917498951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1495975309917498951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1495975309917498951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/11/hand-gestures.html' title='hand gestures'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5206339709077480812</id><published>2009-10-20T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:18:13.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to walk a thousand miles</title><content type='html'>so many things have happened these days, its like a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried studying today. was succesful to a small extent. well at least i tried. as of now, i have like 20 more days to A's. can't say that i'm not afraid; its the uncertainty that makes me damn scared. yet i can't seem to sit up straight and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i blog about the same stuff over and over again! this shows that i never learn. :( oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is super random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i tried to get your attention, but all i got was this. i'm not going to try again. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5206339709077480812?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5206339709077480812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5206339709077480812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5206339709077480812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5206339709077480812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-walk-thousand-miles.html' title='to walk a thousand miles'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2266005990671612133</id><published>2009-10-17T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:45:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we graduated from AJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't say for sure if i chose the right school, but i sure met the right people. thanks to all who made school a lot easier for me. although i still think about what might happen if i actually went to AC and took theatre studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nonetheless, what miss giri said today really touched me. we are so often being pressured by the society in general to chase their dreams, not ours. like how everyone thinks that being a doctor or lawyer is the best. this is the failing of our meritocratic society. it makes me really sad to see myself being subdued in this system. why are arts students always deemed to be lousier than science students? and poly students being worse than jc students? it is so not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe one day i will have the courage to chase my own dream. i know we should never chase someone else's dreams but, its so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a happier note, farewell today was okay, only the videos part was funny. haha. didnt take a lot of pictures, but good enough lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/StifHLEPWtI/AAAAAAAAAXU/PQ2R8Ipgyyo/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/StifGiCkvII/AAAAAAAAAXM/ljE2VOvmtDE/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393235488341802114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/StifGiCkvII/AAAAAAAAAXM/ljE2VOvmtDE/s200/DSC00623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do people always seem to disappoint me? is it because i set too high standards? i guess the world does not revolve around me. i'm sick of this shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should really do some reflection. i think i have mood swings even on normal days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='graduation'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/StifGiCkvII/AAAAAAAAAXM/ljE2VOvmtDE/s72-c/DSC00623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-525541589528540066</id><published>2009-10-09T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:29:40.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i turned, you smiled, my heart skipped a beat</title><content type='html'>i got back all my prelim papers already. what should i say. disappointed? but i didnt really study. neutral? but i feel rather upset that i failed almost everything. i acknowledge that by studying, your chances of passing is higher, yet my friends' results do not show. (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;there has been much buzz these days in school about our meritocratic society and how our results define who we are to others. yes of course i agree that certificates alone is insufficient to determine our value in society, but its undeniable that its hell important. damn it, you are so limited by your bloody results.&lt;br /&gt;we are wronged victims, but who gives a shit. i hate the fact that we're studying to study, to get a cert. where's the learning and desire for knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid. afraid of screwing up my bloody A's. i should study smart. and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, today's joleen lake's birthday! haha, had really late lunch at her house and played wii and lego. her house like some playhouse. wii, xbox, lego. i swear i'm gonna camp at her house after A's. shall post the limited pictures on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. life sucks for now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-525541589528540066?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/525541589528540066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=525541589528540066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/525541589528540066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/525541589528540066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-turned-you-smiled-my-heart-skipped.html' title='i turned, you smiled, my heart skipped a beat'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2695469935726508597</id><published>2009-10-04T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:15:34.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith and obedience.</title><content type='html'>thought about quite a few stuff at church today. they message today was faith and obedience. and to tell the truth, i am lacking in both of that. pastor said it we should forgive those that did wrong to us. but forgiving does not mean that we trust them and work with them again. it just means we forget what they did and strike off all old scores, ie forgive and forget. we should do so because God forgave us so many more times, and we should really forgive others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those people out there that have a lot of doubts about the christian faith, i guess i cant really change your mindset. if you are skeptical about it, no matter what a christian shares, it would still seem unbelievable. but of course, i'm not saying that we all have to believe in God, its really up to you. even if i say that when christians die, we go to heaven, i wouldnt be able to tell you, cause i would already be dead. nonetheless, at least i can say i have faith in God and Jesus Christ, just like how you have faith in the chair you are sitting on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, most of my extended family went to eat at no signboard restaurant at ECP. haha, it was a treat from my uncle. there were like 19 of us, children and adults. guess the bill.&lt;br /&gt;a whopping $1233 dollars!! haha, okay lah, we ate like 6 crabs, 4 lobsters, 2 fish (soon hock i think), and other stuff. plus prices there are overpriced. yeah, but it was quite good. we all ate till our stomachs were like exploded. couldnt even finish the food, had to da bao. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had nice crystal jade lunch. woo hoo! it was because my dad got 50 voucher, exchanged from some credit card points. YAY US&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tmr, nothing exciting though. haha. except maybe we're getting back papers. :( what the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2695469935726508597?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2695469935726508597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2695469935726508597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2695469935726508597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2695469935726508597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/10/faith-and-obedience.html' title='faith and obedience.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-192189521419262314</id><published>2009-09-26T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:33:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend fun!</title><content type='html'>last night had pri sch gathering at aps. haha, it was supposed to be some latern night thing, but we just walked around and look for teachers, like it was teachers day. some of them alr retired, some going to, some left. most of them had trouble remembering our names, it was quite funny. we just stood there and waited for them to remember. then we talked quite a lot, saw rh, then yen lin, lynette and i went to the 24 hours coffeeshop for supper, since we skipped dinner. then walked home tgt. thats the good thing about pri sch friends, we all stay super near each other. by time i reached home it was close to 12 midnight alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went cycling with the usual gang, wt, sy, seon, jo. it was quite fun, cycle until my butt super painful. oh and i was late. :( i forgot the time, thought it was meet at 9 while the rest insisted it was meet at 8. sian. yenlin's father gave me a lift there, cause she was going for tuition near there. after cycling we walked around parkway parade and went home. the bus ride home was soooooo long, i slept super unglamly, but didnt give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's coming home tonight!! i'm like super excited ttm. partly because i miss her, partly because she bought lots of stuff for me!!! YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i did quite okay for gp, a bit shocked actually, since i was like the second lowest for gp during the mid years. crossing my fingers for my other subjects, somehow dont have a good feeling about it. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-192189521419262314?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/192189521419262314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=192189521419262314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/192189521419262314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/192189521419262314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-fun.html' title='weekend fun!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-615146984865833087</id><published>2009-09-24T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:09:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.H.M.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;FUCK YOU SERIOUSLY. FUCK THE SHIT. FUCK TO THE MAX. FUCKING ASSHOLE. BLOODY SHITASS. HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, feel better. tmr got outing with primary school friends. exciting!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ps, sorry for the vulgarities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-615146984865833087?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/615146984865833087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=615146984865833087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/615146984865833087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/615146984865833087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/ihms.html' title='I.H.M.S'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1428222525369385102</id><published>2009-09-23T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:46:31.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun was bright and there appeared a rainbow</title><content type='html'>YAYYY!!!! PRELIMS ARE LIKE OVER, OFFICIALLY AS OF YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, check out my happiness please, i never thought i will get over it. it seemed to me like it would never end, and now it is. WOOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had class outing ytd. haha, kinda okay i guess. went to eat at pasta house again, then some of us went to chill at starbucks at OG orchard. kendrick took a cab home so xinni, alvin and i hitched a ride to amk. haha, nice ken gave me a lift home cause he said it was on the way, so yayness! it rocks to be staying near someone rich, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i was disappointed ytd, but i guess we are all different, hate it when i can't seem to contain my emotions, but i was really really disappointed. sigh. why like that? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1428222525369385102?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1428222525369385102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1428222525369385102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1428222525369385102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1428222525369385102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/sun-was-bright-and-there-appeared.html' title='the sun was bright and there appeared a rainbow'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8680697685552481847</id><published>2009-09-21T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T01:01:22.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyday is a story on its own</title><content type='html'>today seon, weiting and joleen came over to cook lunch!! haha, was telling seon that i'm home alone and stuff then we thought of having lunch tgt, what better lunch than home cooked ones!! haha, met at amk hub ntuc to buy the stuff to cook. just to highlight how we all have punctuality problems, this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet at 11 at amk.&lt;br /&gt;joleen smsed me that we should meet at 11.20 instead, and arrived at around 11.25&lt;br /&gt;i reached at around 11.40&lt;br /&gt;seon and weiting met at tpy only at 12.05!!! reached at about 12.30&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, please, why my friends all have issues with punctuality!&lt;br /&gt;we cooked spag. with like bacon and hot dogs. all pork, and today is hari raya. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;we cooked too much noodles, struggled to finish, in the end throw away quite a lot. it was quite nice, except it had too much meat! hahah, it was really a sight to behold.&lt;br /&gt;then we ate ice cream cake (kind of though theres no cake in it) and watched 17 again.&lt;br /&gt;then seon went to meet her friend whom she met from gaming to watch gamer. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;jo, wei and i had dinner at macs, then walked around. went to the arcade and jo and i played basketball. haha, seems so old school. we use to play it EVERY SATURDAY after math tuition. haha, i was still quite good! we got like 400 plus points. then played daytona and walked around some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so nice hanging out with them. its been quite long since we did that, the last time at botanical gardens (picnic!).&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing was that shuying didnt come again. :(( she didnt come for the last outing as well. been some time since i last saw her. hope she isn't too stressed about her studies, later panic attack again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, can't believed i slacked the day away, AGAIN. nvm, tmr study + tuition. hope it would be fruitful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8680697685552481847?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8680697685552481847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8680697685552481847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8680697685552481847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8680697685552481847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyday-is-story-on-its-own.html' title='everyday is a story on its own'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-890456598671717871</id><published>2009-09-19T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:16:50.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence and nothing else</title><content type='html'>it feels weird to come home to a empty quiet home. mum would be boarding her plane soon, and dad and bro is already at genting. this should be exciting, since no one's at home and i have the house to myself. but it feels rather lonely now. maybe because its at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to flea market with shur, know, jamie and biru today! bought a bag, a pair of earrings, stickers and shorts! after that we went to eat dinner at BK and walked around. it was a lovely day!! had fun with them, my awesome classmates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. back to my home alone-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-890456598671717871?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/890456598671717871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=890456598671717871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/890456598671717871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/890456598671717871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/silence-and-nothing-else.html' title='silence and nothing else'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7433597114406871011</id><published>2009-09-19T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:15:42.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-made chinese tea addict</title><content type='html'>been surviving on very irregular sleep this week, like last night i only slept for one hour and the previous night for more than 14 hours! i thought this week will never end. seriously. now i have ONE last paper to go, damn math paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims was hard. quite upset but yeah, i guess its the same in every school right. chem was such a killer today, i swear i tikam-ed half the paper! hist was suck as usual i guess, wrote until my bones and flesh was going to separate. i couldn't clutch my hand properly and holding a pen hurt. plus my fingers turned dark red, blood clot eh. thats how serious it was. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i studied harder, nonetheless i felt like i studied the most in my entire schooling life! haha. at least now i know, A's i'm gonna study even harder. :)&lt;br /&gt;secret aim to be a nerd man. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, mum bought a new sony camera last week at the COMEX fair. she's going to korea tmr with her friends and dad and bro going genting with cousins, aunts, uncles and grandma. decided to skip it because i don't really have much to do at genting. plus i get the whole house to myself! how freaking awesome is that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, my brain is going to go into hibernation already. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7433597114406871011?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7433597114406871011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7433597114406871011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7433597114406871011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7433597114406871011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/self-made-chinese-tea-addict.html' title='self-made chinese tea addict'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5632269331205738317</id><published>2009-09-11T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:31:52.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the leaves fell and the tree grew older</title><content type='html'>i went to SB yishun to study alone ytd. haha, quite fruitful i think, maybe because you either study or stone. when i stoned, i would feel super guilty and then i go back to my notes. being alone is quite good for me. :) oh, and i saw weiqi and her friend studying there too! halfway i went to popular and bought the marker i bought at kino and some weird stuff. happy happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read some stuff, made me cry like a baby. i think its because my mood swings now are quite severe, i just couldnt help but cry. &lt;br /&gt;i realised that when you grow old, and you don't have a spouse or your spouse passed on, its quite lonely. even if you have like many kids, they can't possibly stay by you all the time. when you grow old, you have lesser friends, have lesser things to do. so i guess you tend to so foolish stuff, which might seem logical to you but not to everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;i thought growing old should be a wonderful thing. i always envision myself sitting in a rocking chair in my lovely house, doing some craft. but at last, i think this is only the picture that TV shows paint for us. in reality, you're just lonely. &lt;br /&gt;it sucks to imgaine myself in that situation. it kind of makes me want to start a family. although i can't predict the future or say for sure, i hope that my brother and i will always be there for my parents. let us treasure the times we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who may think your parents are irritating, please do know that they are doing things that they think are good for you. no one is perfect. love them and cherish them. forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the weird post. just needed to post this. hopefully i will never forget the lessons i learnt today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5632269331205738317?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5632269331205738317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5632269331205738317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5632269331205738317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5632269331205738317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/leaves-fell-and-tree-grew-older.html' title='the leaves fell and the tree grew older'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1712262024605899532</id><published>2009-09-10T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:33:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then the bubble burst.</title><content type='html'>been trying to study lately. im pretty sure this time i'm studying the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood is fluctuating like nobody's business. mood swings like crazy. i think i'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't want to fail prelims. AYE. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, biru and i went to a flea market on sunday! it was quite fun, considering its the first time i've been to a proper one. bought like 3 bangles, a dress, a tube top and two pouches!! the pouches are like really cute, too bad mine haven't arrived, i bought the other one for yr.&lt;br /&gt;on monday, went jogging with yr. was like 45 mins late. :P lucky i had the present for her. hahaha. then we went for prata again. :D&lt;br /&gt;ooh, forgot to mention that yr, br, shur and i went for prata on friday night. try to act havoc, instead of rotting at home. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went for SB studying date with jovi, jamie, br and yr! shur can't make it. :( then we had dinner at the pasta house (opp mos burger in taka). shur came but jamie had to go home for dinner. :( nonetheless it was really fun! the food was quite nice too, ate until i was super full. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was studying at amk library with shur and br. quite fruitful i would say. :D but at the end of it all i had like a massive headache. read some short stories at the library then ate ice cream then went home with br.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently bought two shirts online! and the pouch that i bought is going to be mailed to me soon! and my aunt bought me the wallet and bags i wanted from the states! and i got this LONG shopping list for my mum who is going korea! and tmr i think i'm going SB to study alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like life isnt that bad afterall. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1712262024605899532?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1712262024605899532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1712262024605899532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1712262024605899532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1712262024605899532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-then-bubble-burst.html' title='and then the bubble burst.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4098011806299849525</id><published>2009-08-28T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:39:39.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All people want is someone to listen.</title><content type='html'>i think i'm such an ass. blame the womanly nature. i'm freaking pms-ing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with such BAD MOOD. it seemed like everyone could piss me off. i hate the feeling of my moods changing so suddenly and drastically. to all whom i upset today, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not in the mood. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not in the mood to study too. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4098011806299849525?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/4098011806299849525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=4098011806299849525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4098011806299849525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4098011806299849525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-people-want-is-someone-to-listen.html' title='All people want is someone to listen.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8769754251638123925</id><published>2009-08-17T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:44:37.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there was national day rally yesterday,</title><content type='html'>and i freaking watched it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super proud of myself. i actually sat there and listened for like 1hr 45 mins. i think i totally can relate better now that i take econs. this is my first time listening to the PM's speech! its not as boring as i thought it would be, didnt feel sleepy or anything, though i stoned at some point in time. but it was good! i'm super proud of Singapore. can't wait for all our devts to be ready. like the IR and stuff. Singapore would be like. uber cool. and i love our policies!&lt;br /&gt;" we the citizens of singapore, pledge to use supply side policies"- as quoted by econs TT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work on saturday with shurlene. she very cute! gave me kit kat to thank me for introducing her the job. don't mention it shur! its more like you do me a favour by accompanying me!&lt;br /&gt;work was okay, at first i was with shur, then they separated us. damn sian. but i saw cute guy! shan't elaborate, but its the kind i like! i realise i'm super attracted to guys with piercings. look damn PK but i like i like i like! uhhh, okay, not all guys, most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, on the way home i got lost. :( ultimate sadness. i totally missed the orchard mrt stop because it was dark and i couldnt recognise the buildings. thankfully, i think i'm quite smart and i saw 851! my life saver okay. or not i would have ended up at bukit merah or sth, totally no idea where is that. and i took the last bus home! coupled with the fact that my phone died on me, i think i'm damn brave. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw woots woots quite a lot of times. but. it was so awkward. i hate that. life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8769754251638123925?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8769754251638123925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8769754251638123925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8769754251638123925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8769754251638123925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/08/there-was-national-day-rally-yesterday.html' title='there was national day rally yesterday,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6544101413111084693</id><published>2009-08-14T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:49:37.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 AUGUST.</title><content type='html'>today is my dad's birthday. :D&lt;br /&gt;HE'S THE BEST REALLY. i would want to find a husband like my dad next time. in my family, my dad and i don't really express our love to each other in words. i think its knd of like we both know it deep in our hearts. my family went to watch up today. i really like the show! its quite touching, esp the part when the old man's wife died. i think it strikes a chord in older people's mind, like my parents. cause there will be a day when one of them will be left alone. i hate to think that it will happen. i can't imagine a day without my parents. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my dad looks like huang wen yong!! hahaha, you can ask jovita if you want. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie, yr, br and i went to drink starbucks on thursday at cityhall. can you imagine? haha, super far from school loh. oh well. i think we all enjoyed it. its good to treat yourself once in a while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super hooked to our new N language. its really not for the slow minded. you need to be fast, and smart. someone like me. hahahaha, and yingrong. she always seem to get everyone's N language!!! &lt;br /&gt;N Nod. NAAAHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to work tmr with shurlene at indoor stadium. looking forward to earning some extra cash. gosh, i'm so money minded. but aint everyone? oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! &lt;br /&gt;NAI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6544101413111084693?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6544101413111084693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6544101413111084693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6544101413111084693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6544101413111084693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/08/14-august.html' title='14 AUGUST.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2731593027893089886</id><published>2009-08-10T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:12:53.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy surprise birthday shurlene!</title><content type='html'>haha, we had surprise party for shurlene tonight. i think she was pretty surprised. :D thats good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were quite a few groups of friends. haha, i think our class people were kind of marginalised. or, we marginalised ourselves. haha. but it was quite fun. ate quite a lot, super full. the night was good. i hope shurlene liked her present. man. i'm having this super bad habit, keep wanting to buy friend's present. sian, now i keep thinking of buying shurlene's present for myself. :( shall try to curb this shit habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2731593027893089886?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2731593027893089886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2731593027893089886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2731593027893089886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2731593027893089886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-surprise-birthday-shurlene.html' title='happy surprise birthday shurlene!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1976066699219044859</id><published>2009-08-06T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:28:37.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i didnt know</title><content type='html'>i've been sleep deprived recently. sleeping at two every night. drinking coffee and tea like mad. &lt;br /&gt;if caffine were a drug, i'd be so totally addicted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national day is coming. and it is told to us by AB that it is the day which marks the start of our intensive studying. i'm super depressed and worried and panicky. i'm so afraid that i will screw up my A'levels, which seems like and probably is a great deal to me. the course that i want to get in is by no means easy. and judging from my mid years rank point, HAHA, i cant even take the train to NUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my life i have been studying last minute. now that i have to study wayyyy before the exams just doesnt seem right. i feel awkward studying so early. its just not my style. but as if i have any other choice. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, tmr theres national day celebration, which means no lessons + long weekend. omgg, super excited for it! oh ya, and we have the stupid competition thing. hope our class song will not be ostracised by J2s in cougar, especially since _____ is there too. dont want him to think that my class is filled with weird people! nonetheless, our song is bloody retarded but uniquely 3708. and majority of the song was composed by me and biru. HAHAHA, retarded two. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninnneeeee oofffffff aauugusssttttttt issssss ffffinnaaaalllyyy hhheerrreeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;spasm ttm. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1976066699219044859?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1976066699219044859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1976066699219044859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1976066699219044859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1976066699219044859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-didnt-know.html' title='i wish i didnt know'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1959624410081610259</id><published>2009-07-25T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:21:46.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you put my heart in jeopardy,</title><content type='html'>lately, some things have happened which have made me, pretty happy. excitied. nervous. in a pretty good mood everyday in school. hahahahahah, just thinking about it now makes me smile. this is good stuff. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, sometimes what people do or say may hurt you, but you should just try to ignore them and not be upset over what they say. afterall. they arent that important, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and there she was, everywhere. everyone in school has turned into _____. and then it happened, my worst fear, the person looking back at me in the mirror, is her. ARGHHHHHHH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is just hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1959624410081610259?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1959624410081610259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1959624410081610259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1959624410081610259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1959624410081610259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-put-my-heart-in-jeopardy.html' title='you put my heart in jeopardy,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4384983018525701315</id><published>2009-07-06T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:20:22.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.</title><content type='html'>my horror movie part one has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second part is even scarier. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i have outing with class girls tmr! exciting exciting! ooohhh, and more unglam pictures of biru. when i have enough, i will create a new photo album on facebook "my unglam friend", keep a lookout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4384983018525701315?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/4384983018525701315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=4384983018525701315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4384983018525701315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4384983018525701315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/07/fear-leads-to-anger-anger-leads-to-hate.html' title='Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7903607969278383806</id><published>2009-06-28T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:19:31.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes a scream is better than a thesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i have less than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11 hours&lt;/span&gt; to the beginning of my horror movie.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&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/1699049081432747301-7903607969278383806?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7903607969278383806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7903607969278383806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7903607969278383806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7903607969278383806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-scream-is-better-than-thesis.html' title='sometimes a scream is better than a thesis'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6361358102925814713</id><published>2009-06-26T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:46:40.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear is what's bugging me</title><content type='html'>omg. i have like 3 days before midyears. did i mention i hardly studied.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, my hardly studied literally means hardly studied. i havent touched econs and chem.&lt;br /&gt;omgg i'm so gonna die&lt;br /&gt;i really dislike people who say they hardly studied and did so much more than me.&lt;br /&gt;stop fighting with me to see who studied less. i for one know i did less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like swearing all the way. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know this feeling that. you know its going to happen and you totally dont want it to happen but you're not doing a shit about it. thats whats going on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear the expected. i even dreamt that i failed everything.&lt;br /&gt;my bloody report card was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. all my marks were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;do you know how scary is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that i wasted this holiday on idk what. time just passed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;yet i know its no one's fault but my own.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i don't want to think about it, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can't help but do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall rot somewhere to die. or just drown in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6361358102925814713?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6361358102925814713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6361358102925814713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6361358102925814713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6361358102925814713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/06/fear-is-whats-bugging-me.html' title='fear is what&apos;s bugging me'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1130019520169785758</id><published>2009-06-10T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:34:20.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close to 35 hours without food</title><content type='html'>last week biru, jamie and i and a lot of other people participated in the world vision 30 hour famine camp. i would say it was pretty effective in bringing across its message, although i didnt really like how the camp was being run. oh well, it was quite good i guess, considering that over a thousand people joined, still, didnt really like it. it could have been better if there were lesser people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never imagine myself not eating for like 35 hours. its crazy really. the difference between people who join this camp and people who are really so poor that they have no food, is the difference between fasting and starving. ours is by choice, people who starve have no choice. which is really sad. i realised i get really affected by videos of children starving and dying, those that have no choice. i seriously gets to me. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the camp, i guess i'm more aware of the situation in these countries, but not that i dont know about it in the first place. i just hope i wouldnt be one of those people who are aware and yet dont do anything about it. i can. i will. make a difference. really hope to join the organisation as a volunteer next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to school for consultation. then went for brunch with jovita and hang out at amk hub for quite long. i went home then went back to school at 4 to meet yingrong to study. ARGH. super unproductive. we had kfc for dinner then talked till like 9.30. time totally flew past, i swear. one minute it was 6.15, the next thing we knew it, 3 hours passed. DAMN. we talked about quite a lot of stuff, haha. totally look forward to going to drink and hang out. oh, and that trip we want to take and the stuff we want to do after A's. even about guys and relationship in general and people and ourselves. haha. long talk you see. hmmm. oh well. have history workshop and tuition tmr. then class outing on thursday and leaving for genting on friday. what a packed week. oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1130019520169785758?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1130019520169785758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1130019520169785758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1130019520169785758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1130019520169785758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/06/close-to-35-hours-without-food.html' title='close to 35 hours without food'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3590591769019733235</id><published>2009-06-05T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:12:26.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 hours without food</title><content type='html'>i'm going for this year's world vision 30 hour famine camp! quite excited about it, a bit afraid too, scared i'll feel hungry. oh well. but quite a lot of people i know are going, so that makes it alot better. :D plus, its for a good cause. to raise awareness about hunger and starvation in poorer countries, that just makes me feel sad. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had so much to blog, but my mind is empty now. oh well. anw, went for econs tuition on wednesday. first time there, quite an interesting experience. oh did i mention, christine and her twin is there too! how cool is that... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel left on saturday. quite sad, but she had hoards of people sending her off, so there wasnt any sadness at all. she didnt cry, only swee and her cousin or friend or sth. hope she would be successful in austrailia. can't wait to save enough money to visit her there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3590591769019733235?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3590591769019733235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3590591769019733235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3590591769019733235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3590591769019733235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-hours-without-food.html' title='30 hours without food'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2102063127805823237</id><published>2009-05-26T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:41:56.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my HISTORY</title><content type='html'>for the first time in a very long time, i'm staying up not because of GP homework, but history. hmmm. did i mention i have FOUR essays due tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH, this is all my fault. i hate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, there is prize presentation tmr, NOT looking forward to it. its gna be embarassing. aye, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OOOOHH, there's cca tmr, guess who i'll see? XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to history. :( ultimate sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2102063127805823237?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2102063127805823237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2102063127805823237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2102063127805823237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2102063127805823237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-history.html' title='oh my HISTORY'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1931128898809713095</id><published>2009-05-19T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:43:43.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sinking into a pile of GP shit.</title><content type='html'>aye. i'm still awake. because of. GP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, pictures finally! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRb9vxJhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V_FUQ6oH8ok/s1600-h/DSC06782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRb9vxJhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V_FUQ6oH8ok/s200/DSC06782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337558786749048338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRbW5KUGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/h_7Ny4Md0Wc/s1600-h/DSC06771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRbW5KUGI/AAAAAAAAAWc/h_7Ny4Md0Wc/s200/DSC06771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337558776319463522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRbIoSLOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bZnDSVavmBY/s1600-h/DSC06767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRbIoSLOI/AAAAAAAAAWU/bZnDSVavmBY/s200/DSC06767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337558772490579170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest are up on facebook. not a lot though, but we had a fun time taking them! check out biru's UNGLAM pictures on facebook. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, quite depressed recently. i failed my history test btw, sianess. and. the chemistry teachers discriminated me and a few others. ahaha. we're now banded, no prizes for guessing my band. SIAN SIAN SIAN. oh well. vanessa makes it ten times better. haha. she's very funny during chem! hooray for friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg, i feel very times one million infinity slacker. everyone seems super geared up for studying for mid years or sth, i think i'm the only slacker in class who still watches ten thousand hours of tv and dont study and dont do hw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please motivate me. PLEASE,&lt;br /&gt;civics today made me think about studying. i realised i dont feel stress very often. maybe its just that i cant recognise if i'm having stress or not. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gp hw is still staring at me on the table. save me from this shit. somebody. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1931128898809713095?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1931128898809713095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1931128898809713095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1931128898809713095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1931128898809713095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sinking-into-pile-of-gp-shit.html' title='i&apos;m sinking into a pile of GP shit.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/ShLRb9vxJhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/V_FUQ6oH8ok/s72-c/DSC06782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8460518251443236743</id><published>2009-05-14T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T04:14:55.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>omgg, i'm still awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8460518251443236743?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8460518251443236743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8460518251443236743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8460518251443236743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8460518251443236743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5628318927318863149</id><published>2009-05-14T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:28:59.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived.</title><content type='html'>omgg, someone please tell me to stop procrastinating. i'm like still up trying to finish my gp homework. &lt;em&gt;even though i didn't go to school today. &lt;/em&gt; i totally wasted the day away. &lt;br /&gt;totally hate studying/doing hw/going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIAN&lt;/strong&gt;- (NFW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. anw. AJ's vball boys got into semifinals! super excited. think we're gna watch them tmr,no later. FPFPFPFPFP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg, i'm totally into stalking ppl! haha, sound so freaky. no lah, just poking into ppl's stuff. fb stalking in library with chem gang and yrbk stalking with yr also in library! omgg, library is like my new stalking hangout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggosh, i'm supposed to be doing hw but i'm here blogging. and reading random ppl's blog (which i always do until i forget about the time, hmmm)&lt;br /&gt;really need to motivate self to work hard and do hw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really busy all of a sudden. and i cant believe i forgot sy's birthday was coming soon. shitass. i NEED to ORGANISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, wanted to upload pictures of unglam biru and others of me and shurlene when we went for vball match on monday, but i'm too lazy to get my camera out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook is super addictive when you first start! gotta get over it soon. and i think i am, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag reply!&lt;br /&gt;calla- where is ssdc? hmmm, anw fb stalking is really fun. you should try it someday, but i bet you alr did it before. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie- haha, omgg, your minimising really made me laugh super hard. i almost wanted to cry. the size of the window was like. slightly bigger than my thumb. BAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biru- please dont think too much, my vietnam bf was like so ytd. now got billabrush liao. XD and stalking ppl on wed at 9.45 is BAD, only allowed if lecturer was drug user who doesnt have enough sleep or hair. OMGG HAHA. *slaps self face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a highly DISORGANISED post. which further empahsises on the need for me to organise. SIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5628318927318863149?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5628318927318863149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5628318927318863149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5628318927318863149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5628318927318863149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/05/deprived.html' title='deprived.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1234875235132237350</id><published>2009-05-08T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:56:56.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a facebook account</title><content type='html'>omgg, haha. what a technological improvement. :D:D haha. created it during chem lect( we skipped it! shhh... ) to stalk people. haha. its really fun. go look at weird people's pictures quite funny! :D exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. aj basketball lost to vj today, so they are out of a div now. super sad. oh well. work hard next year then. &lt;br /&gt;to all basketballers, don't be so sad! you guys did your best. and weizhong, its not your fault. aye. don't know what to say to him. just pray you'll recover soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1234875235132237350?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1234875235132237350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1234875235132237350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1234875235132237350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1234875235132237350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-facebook-account.html' title='i have a facebook account'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-57714829564690727</id><published>2009-04-27T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:25:45.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay, 50th post!</title><content type='html'>hello all. been wanting to blog but super lazy to do it. anw, went to work ytd! earned &lt;strong&gt;42 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;. seriously, earning money is so hard! actually it was kinda slack but i was bored to tears. they seperated me and joleen. :( and i had to stand for like 7 hours straight. not to mention i was wearing crazy pumps which hurt like mad. aye. but i saw a few interesting people ytd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was this small boy that was bloody brave! he got lost at the place and he calmly walked to me(reception area) and ask to borrow my phone to call his dad. he DID NOT CRY. omygoshh. i was like super impressed to the max can! i'm totally gna teach my future children, if i have any, to do the same. damn cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. then on the way home, joleen and i tapped our cards and got into city hall mrt. then we saw this woman shouting &lt;br /&gt;"please stop him! somebody please stop him!"&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't register what happened for a moment, then i realised it was some kind of robbery. the guy quite stupid actually. there are like tons of cameras in the station and even more people around the area! in any case, two guys went to chase him up the escalator and we could see no more. &gt; &lt; we were quite sad. being typical singaporeans, we wanted to see the commotion after that ma. haha. aiyo. had some funny discussion with joleen after that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i ate carl's junior for the first time ytd! i know a bit slow, no chance ma. anw, it was really quite good! but i somehow don't like the beef chilli cheese fries. hmmm. had secret receipe cake for desert. chocolate indulgence! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a bit sad cause we earned only so little and spent so much. depressing shit. oh well. shall get more better jobs next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for a's to be over then we can go thailand! XD &lt;br /&gt;but i gotta do my AQ for now and make shurlene a four leave clover! her syf is like tmr. O.O good luck to AJ guitar! &lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-57714829564690727?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/57714829564690727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=57714829564690727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/57714829564690727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/57714829564690727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-50th-post.html' title='yay, 50th post!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4889994072408240259</id><published>2009-04-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:59:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TORN</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;lets all pray that wei zhong's knee recover quickly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4889994072408240259?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/4889994072408240259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=4889994072408240259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4889994072408240259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/4889994072408240259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/04/torn.html' title='TORN'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2623136049009249833</id><published>2009-04-20T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:27:06.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star of my life</title><content type='html'>whee. its been so long since i last blogged. i keep wanting to blog but too lazy to take out my lappy or have no time. anw. just watched fast and furious 4 and 17 again last week! hehe. last week was like slack like dunno what shit. watch movies and do nonsense. wasted quite a bit of my life away. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, did i mention, zac efron is like bloody hot! omggosh. and i concluded that i cannot go to the movies, esp funny ones with BIRU! because she laughs very loudly and whenever i'm with her, i'll unconsciously laugh loudly too! i think its because i don't feel it when biru laughs louder than me! HAHA. they all said both of us laugh like super uber loud, like nobody's business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. did i mention i'm hooked onto some old school wave now? HAHA. love a1 and michael learns to rock. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd the same group of ppl went to josceline's chalet! we went cycling and i freaking cycled across a road for the first time in my life. heart pumping experience. :P bbq+steamboat+hot plate thingy was super nice! and as usual we played wii which was fun too! anw, i think i have been spending wayy too much time with them! i reached home after 12 last night again, my dad was like super not happy! &gt; &lt; super sian. should spend more time with my family now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! i need to mention this. i think i'm a master at luck! HAHA. retarded as it sounds, i made a four leave clover thing with some lame green wire and gave it to yr, jovi and xinni last thursday for their comps. in the end, volleyball and tennis won like 50-0 and 5-0 and dance got gold with honours! omggosh. i'm totally hooked onto the four leave clover thing that i went to buy the earrings for myself, jovi and yr! hehe. super cute lah, its bling bling kind. bahaha. hope it will give me some luck for the history test this wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt; that person. wait for me BILLA!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2623136049009249833?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2623136049009249833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2623136049009249833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2623136049009249833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2623136049009249833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/04/star-of-my-life.html' title='star of my life'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8688215045535600579</id><published>2009-04-08T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:32:07.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're driving me crazy.</title><content type='html'>then again, i think i might be the one driving myself crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i totally understand the lyrics of a particular song now. bloody shit. can't stand it. i really hate this feeling. hate it. hate it. hate it. to the max shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. idk what i'm typing anymore. what the shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8688215045535600579?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8688215045535600579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8688215045535600579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8688215045535600579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8688215045535600579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-driving-me-crazy.html' title='you&apos;re driving me crazy.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-630072403370317987</id><published>2009-04-06T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:12:04.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't stop thinking.</title><content type='html'>hello! omggosh, these few days have been bloody exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday- i had my national competitions! gosh, i was freaking nervous and scared. luckily i had know's baby blues comic book. after reading it i didnt feel stress anymore. even my team mate asked me why do i look so relaxed? haha. but when i started shooting my heart was still pumping very very quickly. luckily it went away after a while. after that i thought it was quite funny. esp when my coach called me out. HAHA. i think its because i know i shot some freaking lousy shots. i already predicted it. i wanted to laugh when they called me out! anw. the last series was my best! 96 out of a perfect score of 100. XD after shooting like a consecutive of more than 5 tens in a row i suddenly shot an 8. i really wanted to laugh out loud because i knew my coach would be at the back thinking, WTH!! BAHAHA. the shoot was not bad. i shot my personal best of 376 out of 400. hehe. not bad ehh. anw after that i went home to change and then go out for dinner with my team and coach. it was at fish and co at park mall. quite funny. we celebrated my vice cap's belated birthday. made him stand on the chair while we sang his birthday song. btw, we were bloody noisy. i think the tables around us were pretty pissed. haha. dont care. we happy ma. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday- it was house friday but my team decided the night before that we should wear our cca t shirt instead. walau, very embarrassing because our shirt was black and house tee was white! luckily there was no morn assembly or else the principal might single us out! anw. there was prize presentation that day. i didnt really wanted to go because i though only top three would receive prize. (our rifle girls got 4th for nationals btw) prior to going, our class was having family day preparation. so we were drawing on each others hands. my arms were like freaking vandalised. in the end i went, then realised that we had to take prize too! i thought my coach was joking when he told me to gather in front. haha. i totally ignored him calling me. omggosh, damn embarrassing. my hands were like damn ugly. lucky we decided to wear jackets so it was okayy. after that some of us and peilin went to eat dinner. nice! then we went to her house to play wii. very funny cause they all play like it was some real thing. shouted till i almost lost my voice, having some kind of telematch with other. joshua esp was damn funny, dunno what he doing, super exaggerated movement of arms and facial expression. laugh till my stomach hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday- family day! woke up late. supposed to reach school at 7, reached at 7.40. haha. set up stall and all that and started drawing henna for each other. business was quite good that day! polaroids were sold out quite quickly. i think quite a lot of people liked our stall! i think we totally earned back what we spend. XD&lt;br /&gt;after that went for early dinner with my team again. haha. after that stoned at some corner waiting for some and some left also. couldnt decide where we wanted to go. at 8 plus then we decided to go to party world ktv. peilin, melvin, wen jie, joshua, shi xiang, kebing, michelle and i went. the journey there was damn funny. i really laughed till i wanted to cry. because melvin was driving a van with a lot of tools. only me and michelle got to sit in front while the rest had to squeeze at the back. it was freaking funny cause they really had no space, some of them were like semi standing, some squatting. bloody hilarious. plus there was no air con at the back by the time we reached there they were all sweating like mad. HAHA. on the way melvin gl, still shake his car, behind was like "bong bong bong" VERY VERY FUNNY. my junior even commented, "eh next time want to go sauna no need liao, just sit in melvin's car for 15 mins. same effect" HAHA. ktv was a bit sian at the start cause ppl pai seh. then after that it was quite funny. joshua's my humps was the funniest ttm! and i heard ppl who can sing pretty well. quite interesting. reached home after midnight, almost got killed by my parents. haha. lucky melvin sent us home. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been spending damn alot of time with my team recently! haha, on better terms with them now. quite happy. they are quite funny really. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i'm quite weird. i tend to notice a lot of things that people dont normally do. sometimes i think i think too much. cant help it if i'm observant and smart. haha. oh, and i tend to imagine stuff. shant explicitly name who and what here. i'm infatuated with someone and i dont know why. it always happens, and i hate it. gosh. cant stop thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-630072403370317987?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/630072403370317987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=630072403370317987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/630072403370317987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/630072403370317987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-stop-thinking.html' title='can&apos;t stop thinking.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3672772318955613760</id><published>2009-03-29T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:47:33.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS day</title><content type='html'>omgg. i think i'm totally pms-ing. i'm having this SEVERE MOOD SWINGS. feel like killing someone now, shan't explicitly name who. i shall totally be super cold to that person now. _______ is such an asshole. bloody shit. think that __self is damn smart or sth, WTF WTF WTF WTF. really feel like getting rid of _______. damn it. hate mood swings. hate pms. hate _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i'm getting so irritable these days. friends better beware. i'm quite sick of school life really. just want to get it over and done with. AYE. why does life have to suck so much. really hate ________. gosh. feel like torturing that person. i swear, i'll make life hell for ______. oh well. never offend a pms-ing girl. DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3672772318955613760?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3672772318955613760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3672772318955613760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3672772318955613760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3672772318955613760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/03/pms-day.html' title='PMS day'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3821742343394576295</id><published>2009-03-27T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:56:22.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e-learning day 1</title><content type='html'>this is such a slack day. no school because of e-learning. had tuition in the morning. slacked. just finished my math e lecture and quiz on complex number. it is quite an interesting topic! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. anw, ytd, no, the day before ytd, wed, i went to see AJidol! bahaha. wah super fun de. i went with shurlene. sat right in the centre of the audi. the contestants were not bad lah. sth very OMGGOSH happened during the performance too. and the winner is super cool lah. he danced damn nice and, HE'S A SCHOLAR. bloody shit, got talent so smot some more. hmmm. oh ya. the campus superstar finalists came too. they're really quite good. the small boy very cute, he super shy ttm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. been wanting to blog about this movie i watched, coming soon. to me, its really quite scary. not sure if its because its really scary or my guts have shrank as i grow older. quite sad really. i used to really like watching horror. now, i only watched 3/4 of the movie. aye... but i think its really scary lah, feels like its really going to happen to you! &lt;em&gt;"you really want to see me die?!?!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. anw. there's learning journey later! at orchard road. hmmm. try to be high so i'll have fun. its quite stupid actually, only for the arts students. the science ppl get to slack at home. haha. the teachers keep trying to tell us its really priviledged that we get to go for such lj, blah blah blah. haha. trying to make us feel good but ain't working. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep. meeting classmates for breakfast! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3821742343394576295?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3821742343394576295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3821742343394576295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3821742343394576295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3821742343394576295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-learning-day-1.html' title='e-learning day 1'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2843430594588499760</id><published>2009-03-10T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:05:32.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm legal!</title><content type='html'>yea, that's right. its my 18th birthday today and i'm finally legal. woohoo. i thought i would very excitedly go buy my first alcohol and lottery today but no, i just felt like sleeping. don't know why but i'm very tired today. hmmm. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who remembered my birthday and sent me smses! and for those who forgot, please take note for next year, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was great tonight, with my family at some russian restaurant that our SM likes to go to. hehe, felt like i was in the same league as him for a moment there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. and bbq on sunday was fun too! shant elaborate much. no pictures because my mum took my camera to japan. joleen took all the pictures, including whipped cream ones. &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. happy day today although i have history sbq test tmr, aye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2843430594588499760?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2843430594588499760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2843430594588499760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2843430594588499760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2843430594588499760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-legal.html' title='i&apos;m legal!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6753413066181414539</id><published>2009-02-19T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:26:18.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello you.</title><content type='html'>this has been a busy busy week! everyday i'm about to die of exhaustion. i think my body is starting to react badly to lack of sleep. &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i freaking passed my napfa! woohoo! i actually managed to jump enough to pass, i'm really proud of myself. :D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i totally missed a step twice on wed, now my ankle is a little sprained. which sucks. and did i mention the second slip was in history lecture and everyone totally looked at me! bloody shitass embarrassing. :(:( sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and on tuesday there was this super funny outside speaker who talked to us about relationship during mass civics. he's very funny, but at times a little sexist. like how he thinks that all girls cry like some alarm. which is not true, i dont cry like that please. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised there is a lot of give and take in a relationship. sometimes one party gives too much and the other demands excessively. it makes me upset. (nope, not me, i'm not the one in the relationship. ) oh well. i hope everything works out in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6753413066181414539?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6753413066181414539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6753413066181414539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6753413066181414539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6753413066181414539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-you.html' title='hello you.'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5514006124085723199</id><published>2009-02-15T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:44:38.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shout like you mean it</title><content type='html'>oh man. it has been so long since i blogged! again. hmmm. ytd was valentine's day!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it was a busy day for me. i went to cedar's carnival, then met up with yang and pat in town to shop for eunice's present. then went to her party at JURONG. then to my grandfather's house for my cousin's birthday. man, i totally ran around singapore! i was bloody exhausted when i got home. did i mention i have a lot of homework? :( ultimate sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. cant remember what else i want to blog. i shall make an attempt to blog frequently. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5514006124085723199?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5514006124085723199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5514006124085723199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5514006124085723199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5514006124085723199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/02/shout-like-you-mean-it.html' title='shout like you mean it'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-2494077562793258813</id><published>2009-01-31T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:32:01.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLANK</title><content type='html'>cant be bothered to think of a title. maybe i shall just get it removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i cant really remember what i want to blog about. HMMM. oh. i have monthly shoot tmr. wish me luck luck luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP has recently become my most feared subject. i will do ALL GP homework. heh, what retributions, GP was slack last year. :( no prize for guessing what homework i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, sth funny. my hist teacher very funny! this happened in the middle of the tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss G: "blah blah blah,... " suddenly pauses. "lynette did you change your specs?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "huh? no, this is old specs"&lt;br /&gt;miss G: "oh, you have been wearing this specs?"&lt;br /&gt;me: " nope. sometimes i wear contacts."&lt;br /&gt;miss G:"so you wore contacts last year?"&lt;br /&gt;me:"i just wore it ytd"&lt;br /&gt;miss G:" ohh. you look different. hmmm. "&lt;br /&gt;its not exact but it was sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion is. my specs is old. how i do my FRINGE is new. BAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised the bangs fringe is too common. on wed i saw my china coach who cut bangs for the new year. the next night i watched news and saw that the news reader cut bangs too! there and then i decided. GOODBYE BANGS,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SIDE PARTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just sth random. bye! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-2494077562793258813?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/2494077562793258813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=2494077562793258813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2494077562793258813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/2494077562793258813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/01/blank.html' title='BLANK'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5677934136896587911</id><published>2009-01-28T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:50:18.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HCNY! (what abbreviations)</title><content type='html'>the holidays zoomed past super quickly! i was pretty busy throughout the cny holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRI- classmates and i went to watch changeling at cathay cine! it was such a nice show. i like shows with nice plot and good actors. it was pretty long though, more than two hours. but the ending was a lil sad. shan't mention in case ppl wants to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT-it was a mad rush to clean my freaking messy room! gosh. i started on fri night and i wasnt even done on sat afternoon! &gt;.&lt; oh well. went to seon's house after that. :D:D:D it was great! met up with joleen shuying seon natalie weiting wanling and jiayuan! i think i didnt see wanling, jiayuan and nat in like a million years. good to see them. seon's parents are like super nice. we had lots of nice food, then it was majhong for a while then funny xbox game! i think i seriously suck at it. there are some levels where i cant even save one duck! but it was hilarious. everyone can confirm that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN-slacked the afternoon away then went for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON, TUE- visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny is such a great time to meet up with ppl. i like i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be doing gp now. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and school sucked today. i'm exhausted from pe and i have one thousand homework and i have training later. :( ultimate sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sentences have such crappy links. oh well. goodbye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5677934136896587911?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5677934136896587911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5677934136896587911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5677934136896587911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5677934136896587911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/01/hcny-what-abbreviations.html' title='HCNY! (what abbreviations)'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7086978400933174415</id><published>2009-01-11T03:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:45:33.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, i have one day to school reopen</title><content type='html'>i think i blog at the weirdest time. it is 3.40am on sunday morning, 11 jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any wonder why i'm up? i guess it explains on my title. i have one thousand homework undone. this is depressing. i'm still struggling to finish at least half, or at least try to do more than what i have done. did i mention i still have 15 newspaper articles, 2 AQs, 3 essay outlines,..... among the other mountains given to me by my teachers. you know what i hate about this, they always end of holiday homework with, 'HAPPY HOLIDAYS!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE, i'll have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to blog, need to finish homework. oh. i passed my retest btw, this explains the rush to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(finish) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;try and do as much. HMMM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7086978400933174415?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7086978400933174415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7086978400933174415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7086978400933174415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7086978400933174415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-i-have-one-day-to-school-reopen.html' title='hello, i have one day to school reopen'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6945908575054722744</id><published>2008-12-28T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:51:31.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days to 2009!</title><content type='html'>omgg, it has been super long since i have blogged. i'm actually using my bro's laptop to do so. bahaha. anw, i realised why i dont blog often, its because i'm bloody lazy to turn on the computer and the internet. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. my retest is over! and so in SL. retest was okayy, at least thats what i felt. it was do-able, hope i can bloody hell promote and get my cable tv back. somehow i dont really miss it now, maybe its cause its has been so long since i had cable in my house. hmmm. SL was okayy, interacting with old folks werent as bad as i thought, probably because they didnt really talk to us. most of them were immoblile, they needed wheelchairs to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid left today. and i bloody hell cant send her off at the airport because i have monthly shoot in the morning. :(:( the stupid shoot was quite bad, aiya, its the first time i'm in some competition!!! anw, before i left safra i called her. my family was on the way to the airport. i kinda broke down. hmmm. maybe its cause my maid apologize for making me angry at times and i was thinking oh shit, its not really your fault, you're human too. she cried and so did i. i felt like such as asshole. oh well. i think i really shocked peiting. haha. she was very shocked to see me shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home alone now! like for the next few days too. my parents went to genting with a couple from myammar and my bro went to my aunt's house to stay. i thought it would be really exciting to stay at home alone but no. it feels kinda empty. i'm afraid to ruin the house, like invite a million ants because i forgot to clean up after eating. life without maid just sucks. big time. i had to wash my own dishes for the first time in a million years. :(:(:(:( tell me how upsetting is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. what a long post. &gt; &lt; thats cause i havent blogged in a long time. anw. just to note, i realised that some people in big FAKE spectacles just looked ridiculous and retarded. i know that its the trend now but i think people should only wear them if they look okayy. what for make a fool out of yourself just in the name of fashion? i think they should wear stuff that suits, not because others are doing so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6945908575054722744?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6945908575054722744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6945908575054722744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6945908575054722744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6945908575054722744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-to-2009.html' title='3 days to 2009!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5839045521975221849</id><published>2008-12-12T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:12:46.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D is for DEAD</title><content type='html'>i last posted on the 25th of nov!! omgg, such a long long time. hmmm, life has been pretty boring i guess. training, tuition, slacking. i'm seriously in dead shit. thats because my bloody shitass retest is on the 22 and 23 of dec and i haven't finished studying!!!! after some serious consideration, i'm not too sure its that bad a thing to retain now. although i would definitely like to promote promote promote!! hmmm, i pray that i have the perseverance to continue on my studying and leave no regrets for the retest. its really my fault that it has come to such a situation. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bloody shit hell i keep having weird dreams. can somebody please tell me what they mean!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5839045521975221849?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5839045521975221849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5839045521975221849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5839045521975221849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5839045521975221849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-is-for-dead.html' title='D is for DEAD'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7694101835048122595</id><published>2008-11-25T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:19:15.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>whee!! i'm back from my vietnam trip! it was pretty fun, quite a lot of things to buy there. :D the traffic condition was terrible though, you have to look out for motorcycles, not the other way around. also, you really need to bargain, or not you'll like get cheated cause youre a tourist. many many interesting things happened in the trip, and i got to know weiqi and calla better! omgg, its non-stop laughing and crapping with them around. :D:D oh well, i'm too lazy to upload pictures, dont have much of my face anyway. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have tuition later, but i feel sick. thanks to _______. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7694101835048122595?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7694101835048122595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7694101835048122595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7694101835048122595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7694101835048122595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7669092545002111476</id><published>2008-11-19T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:42:49.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIETNAM</title><content type='html'>that's where i'll be for the next 6 days! omgg, getting a little excited now, its about 9 hours more to my flight! i'll be going on a school trip to hanoi to experience their culture and stuff like that. hope i have lots of fun! :D anw. no sms/call for the next few days. you can e-mail me though. haha. alrights, now for my favourite phrase,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll see you when i see you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7669092545002111476?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7669092545002111476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7669092545002111476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7669092545002111476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7669092545002111476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/11/vietnam.html' title='VIETNAM'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7962675121089251710</id><published>2008-11-09T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:32:24.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in a world of lethargy</title><content type='html'>hmm. i'm getting lazier and more tired these days. dang. not sure what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see. i cannot really rmb what went on these few days. ooh. i went to the jacuzzi at my parents' company club of some sort on friday. it was really nice.... made me feel like some rich ass going to spa. the jacuzzi was like hot, and it was pretty relaxing, only that after a while i felt like i was going to be cooked. pictures the next time, by the time i rmb to take them, the light was already off. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i had class outing on thursday! wah, it was just slacking all the way man. we met at ntuc to buy some snacks and drinks before heading to kendrick's house. oh, and sth SUPER EMBARASSING happened at ntuc. wah lau, i wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself in it can. oh well, its all zy's fault lah. DANG. anw. kendrick is super nice to offer his house to us! like about 13 ppl crowded in his room to watch dvds! haha. we had like lots of snacks and pizza hut for lunch! :D:D it was movie marathon man, four movies in a row! watch until some of us got sleepy. i think we made a mess in his room, but i left early so i dunno if the rest cleaned up! anw. some of them went to his parents' restaurant. super good can. &gt; &lt; oh well. and. NO PICTURES. like i said, ppl that i know now dont really seem to like to take pictures, hmmm. oh well. its okayy cuz we do other stuff tgt! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. super tired now. tmr got some stupid thing in school. total waste of my time AND money. makes me feel sad just thinking about it. PLUS. i have training. like three times a week from this week on. OMGG. somebody please kill me, now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7962675121089251710?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7962675121089251710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7962675121089251710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7962675121089251710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7962675121089251710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-in-world-of-lethargy.html' title='lost in a world of lethargy'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8356370284340960916</id><published>2008-11-05T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:27:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amercia has voted,</title><content type='html'>BARACK OBAMA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SRE4U_ZdmqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3lpZBqiNelw/s1600-h/obama_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265051372639591074" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SRE4U_ZdmqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3lpZBqiNelw/s200/obama_165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; IS THE NEW PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this presidential race has been super exciting for the world man. and he is the first ever black president in america! oh man. the whole world is watching how he is gonna transfrom the states and the world, being one of the most powerful man! :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANW. pw is over! like totally, officially. :D:D ytd was endofpw day. i was BLOODY HAPPY. end of torture. but. that also means the start of mugging season till retest day. :(:( oh well. i'm gna work hard this time! oh. i'm going to debbie's church tonight. hope it'll be fun. class outing tmr as well. :D:D happy happy days are coming up! WHEEEEEEEE......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8356370284340960916?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8356370284340960916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8356370284340960916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8356370284340960916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8356370284340960916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-new-president-of-united-states.html' title='Amercia has voted,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SRE4U_ZdmqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/3lpZBqiNelw/s72-c/obama_165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-7881019761639540322</id><published>2008-11-03T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:06:50.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock...</title><content type='html'>OMGG, tmr's OP!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling anything now, but i'm sure i'll start freaking out when i wake up or sth. oh shit. i haven really memorise my speech yet, hope i dont forget anything tmr! man... this is making me feel nervous. *bites nail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. moltakran thangsereekul sucks big time. she totally pangseh us last minute, which make me SUPER ANNOYED. bloody hell. she super irritating can. feel like deleting her slides, 22-27. shitass. its okayy, germs and i going out W/O HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. excting day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw endofpw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-7881019761639540322?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/7881019761639540322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=7881019761639540322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7881019761639540322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/7881019761639540322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/11/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock tick tock...'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-498222340462140727</id><published>2008-11-02T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:50:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B is for boring</title><content type='html'>yes, boring life now. oh well. PW is on tuesday and we have hardly finalised the OP slides. i'm doing it btw, bahaa. i suck at IT stuff. but i still have to do it, for my group. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh btw. a level chinese was difficult. :(:( i think my chinese seriously sucks now. oh ya, and sth funny. i forgot to bring my damn pencil box!! super loser can!! oh man. i brought like everything but my pencil box. so i borrowed from biru, jaime and calla. thanks girls!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. happy stuff, the five of us went out on thursday!!! exciting exciting. :D:D it was supposed to be a chalet, and its totally my fault that its not. dang. my mum is annoying at such stuff, can't even confirm with me! ARGH. oh well. but it was still fun!! we went to eat pasta mania at cine. ohh. everyone was late. we were supposed to meet at 6.30. joleen and i were the earliest at 7. boy, i was super super hungry when seon and shuying came at 7.30!! haha. after dinner we went to taka and took nice pictures. they are all with joleen though. haha. can look at her livejournal if you wna see it. :D the better toy store is SUPER NICE!! they really DO have BETTER TOYS. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. going to do my OP speech now. sians. &gt;.&lt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anw. today marks the end of my cable vision, cause i have to buck up in my studies first. i was super annoyed and pisssed off just now at the two oldest ppl in my house, but i realised its better for me that way. furthermore, whats the internet for!! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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boring'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1185574835870369825</id><published>2008-10-26T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:35:40.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never in my wildest dreams,</title><content type='html'>will i think i would end up in this situation. not to say that i'm really smart or anything, but now i face a probability of retaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scheduled to go for a retest in december for math and econs. if i fail any one of it, i'll be in&lt;br /&gt;--09 next year. oh man, i wished i had worked harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like a million and one things i wished i had done if i could turn back time. but life's a funny thing, time just goes and never comes back. i should have know. but if i had known, there would be one million and one things different about me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for allowing me to live so far, about 17 1/2 years now. i thank Him for putting the obstacles in my life for me to learn. i'm positive that this is just another obsatcle that i have to overcome in order to become a better person. this is a lesson for me, to learn that i can't take things easy from now on. i really really hope that i can learn and put in more effort in my studies now. i don't want to end up, idk, not completing uni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day when my dad had to come down for some parents-principal meeting, for sth crappy, like me not doing well for my studies, i felt so bad. i looked around and saw all the parents around. i wonder how they felt. one thing for sure, if i were them, i would feel a lilttle ashamed. as a child, i felt that i have let my parents down. never in my life have i felt that way. i hope and know that this is the last time. the next time they come to my school would be for sth good, like me doing well or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear friends, i have two retest scheduled in december. please pray for me that i will be able to promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to my friends who did not promote, take this positively and work harder. i have absolute faith in you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1185574835870369825?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1185574835870369825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1185574835870369825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1185574835870369825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1185574835870369825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-in-my-wildest-dreams.html' title='never in my wildest dreams,'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5602705318043033914</id><published>2008-10-22T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:42:52.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meeting with old friends</title><content type='html'>today, POT had dinner tgt! well, not really POT, there were only five of us: yen lin, wanling, li ern, nette m and me. we had botak jones at amk and it was okayy la. the nicer part was just catching up on each other's life. i would say it was an interesting night. :D:D glad i went. nette took some pictures for lything, who obviously cant make it. pictures are still with her though, so none here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd, yr, know and i went to watch &lt;strong&gt;connected&lt;/strong&gt;!! that was like the first movie i've watched in months!! yea yea i know, cave woman + super old movie. oh well. the movie was nice, it was intense. i like. :D:D though i already know the plot cause i saw a bit of the original english one, &lt;strong&gt;cellular&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. we had a good laugh when the credits were rolling, i shall say that calefares in such movies DO get recognised!! even though we couldnt even see their faces!! haha. funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr, yr and i are going to buy more stuff to make stuff!! haha. make the angels stuff lah, and other stuff as well. bahaha. sounds like debbie's sentence on communication!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANW, tan yen lin has a very nice hand made pencilbox!! i'm super jealous and i want it too!! please make me one if you know how!! :D:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5602705318043033914?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-4909658379404737523</id><published>2008-10-19T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:59:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice weekend:D</title><content type='html'>i attended a wedding dinner on saturday, got me thinking about mine if i were to have one in the first place. i guess mine would be really small, and i wouldn't invite a bunch of people i dont know, like me there. anw. the mcee for the night was SUPER SCREWED UP. thinking of it now just makes me wna laugh. but it was quite saddening if you were the bride/bridegroom. she was supposed to say 婚礼, but instead she said 离婚. everyone just kept quiet and stared. then she laughed awkwardly and apologised. oh man, i would be really pissed if i was the bride. what a thing to say!! the dinner was pretty okayy, it was at holiday inn hotel. quite nice. :D:D but there were three weddings going on on the same day, and that created quite a confusion. haha. oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today yingrong and i had our weekly exercise thingy. this week we went for tree top walk instead of macritchie run! well, lets just say i heard lots of complains along the way. haha. we're lazy people who dont like to move our asses. wahaha. but it was pretty fun lah, i always feel accomplished after that. :D:D next week we plan to go cycling! more fun and exciting. though both of us admitted that we suck at cycling. oh well. at least BOTH of us suck at it, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-4909658379404737523?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-482187322627682591</id><published>2008-10-16T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:38:04.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just holding my breath to see what happens.</title><content type='html'>have you ever had a feeling when you wanted to cry so bad but nothing comes out?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had so much frustration inside you but you can't let anything out?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever got so depressed you just felt like giving up on life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm feeling all of that now. i can't really pinpoint a reason to all these feelings. nope, i'm not suicidal. i'm timid, afraid to die. its just that life seems to make a mockery out of me all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling. i absolutely hate it to the core. but then again, i don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE HELP. :((((&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I NEED TO SCREAM BUT WHO WANTS TO LISTEN? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-482187322627682591?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/482187322627682591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=482187322627682591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/482187322627682591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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on my life, my results are out. the word i would use to describe it is- horrendous. dang. it was terrible. now i'm super not sure if i can promote. praying very hard that i can. seriously dont wna waste another year of my life in JC. man, if the school wants us to promote, why the eff do they set so difficult papers and mark so strictly? i think sub standard schools like to, you know, make their students depressed and think that they're stupid. i'm like freaking annoyed by the school. dang. brainless asses. oh well. still praying hard to promote. pray for me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sth happy. yr and i made pretty angel keychains ytd! not really keychains lah, those you hang on your phone. :D:D somehow i think its because i sat on the floor and concentrated too long thats why i had fever last night. oh well. i'm feeling better now though. :) making those things are really:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eye blinding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brain depleting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back breaking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fever inducing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1290598547087914200?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1290598547087914200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1290598547087914200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1290598547087914200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1290598547087914200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/10/depressing-thoughts.html' title='depressing thoughts'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3228603725465234872</id><published>2008-10-06T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:39:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>woohoo. it's been soo long since i blogged! argh. getting lazier by the day. the past week had been quite eventful... :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. 2 oct&lt;br /&gt;my dad came back!! WHEE!!! after soooo long, he's finally back for good. ahaha. he's slacking at home now, till like last week of october. haha. he's funny, trying to change loads of things around the house. buy new things, haha, like our house is really old. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. 3 oct&lt;br /&gt;we had CDP at ECP!! haha. abbreviations!! anw. we had sandcastle building, it was really hot. i almost blacked out from squatting too long. no pictures cuz i was lazy to take. dang. and i was stupid enough to wait for a bus that didnt come on weekdays when i was going home. i was so bloody frustrated!! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. 4 oct&lt;br /&gt;we had surprise party for my dad!! it was a busy day. my aunt is a GREAT party organiser!! the party was well planned, and the food was wonderful. everyone was impressed. of course, i helped and contributed. :D:D anws, my dad was really surprised and it was a good gathering for him and his friends to get together and talk! anw. i was quite irritated at everyone. haha. shant mention here explicitly. RAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. 5 oct&lt;br /&gt;yr and i went to macritchie to run at like 8 am. haha. bloody early cuz i thought i was going to church. but my parents couldnt wake up in time. oh well. anw NPIL!!!! discussed random and funny stuff with her. haha. we have new plans!! exciting!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. 6 oct&lt;br /&gt;we had gp lecture in the morning. feedback lecture for promo paper 1. but not my qn cuz apparently i didnt choose the norm and popular qn again, as usual. sian. but i realised today that choosing the popular qn might not be the best choice! many ppl still did badly cuz they hijacked the qn or NAQ. sad... then we had history, haha. funny cuz the teachers were being sarcastic. anq. my essay seems rather safe. even for qn 2 which i totally did not study for!!! omgg i thought i confirm die like siao. BUT. ms giri said i smoked quite well!!! not as in cigarette smoke but act as if i know a lot. WAHAHAHAHA. you wouldnt know how happy i was! oh man. thought that is not really good, but at least, you know, for now, promos... aiya. dont care. in good mood!! then i had PW consultaition, turned into SUPER SUPER SUPER bad mood. sian. kna scolded like carzy, so loud some more. rahh. anw. just had talk with lynette, she just ended her promos today, super late. oh well. have pw op presentation tmr, pray i dont screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3228603725465234872?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3228603725465234872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3228603725465234872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3228603725465234872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3228603725465234872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5810612760286967490</id><published>2008-09-26T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:24:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its over!</title><content type='html'>yes, promos are OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;as of yesterday actually, but cause i was too tired to blog. i only slept for 2 hours on wed cause i had chem and history on thurs! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the papers were OKAYY... math was terrible though. quite sure i'm gonna fail. the rest i'm just aiming to pass it, except for chinese of course. a levels is this year!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have about 13 days to celebrate and slack before our results are out!! yikes. that is just about the worst part of exams!! :(:(:( hope i dont retain. hope my friends dont retain. hope my friend gets to stay in singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today the royal family had dinner at my place! it was spaghetti and talking again! like the other time. haha. my house is so good for gatherings!! :D:D tmr some of us are going to yr's house to watch they kiss again! :D:D yipee! love watching drama serials man. no pictures of tonight cause, no idea why but they dont really like cam whoring. haha. its okayy, different kind of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;secret desire to have class outing and ......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont tell you!! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5810612760286967490?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5810612760286967490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5810612760286967490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5810612760286967490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5810612760286967490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-over.html' title='its over!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1014502785831290299</id><published>2008-09-14T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:25:44.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY CHECK</title><content type='html'>yes. reality check. i have roughly about 7 1/2days more to...&lt;br /&gt;                    .&lt;br /&gt;                    .&lt;br /&gt;                    .&lt;br /&gt;                    .&lt;br /&gt;                    .&lt;br /&gt;                    .&lt;br /&gt;the dreaded PRMOTIONAL EXAMS 2008!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that equates to about 180 hours and less=10800 minutes or less=648000 seconds or less! the seconds part seems like a lot though. in any case, that includes sleeping time, school time and others! plus the fact that i DONT LIKE to STUDY, as all my friends should know, i wonder how i'm gonna survive this time. :(:( somehow this promos seem to weigh a little more that o'levels. at least that time i had more time. oh man, what should a slacker like me do? this is bloody depressing. i need to study. but i have no motivation whatsoever. :(:( omgg. HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear GOD, i need to study. please help me to perservere and study hard for this exams. i need to pass. i need to promote. LORD, please give me the motivation to study. i believe in you. i have faith that you will help me. thank you LORD&lt;br /&gt;in JESUS name i pray, AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1014502785831290299?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1014502785831290299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1014502785831290299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1014502785831290299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1014502785831290299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/09/reality-check.html' title='REALITY CHECK'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6290395449511823655</id><published>2008-09-09T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:25:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time is not my best friend</title><content type='html'>i have no idea why i'm so damn busy nowadays. maybe its because PROMOS ARE COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i havent studied much, which totally sucks cause its important and i dont wana retain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just to reiterate my point, i really hate PW. :(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6290395449511823655?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6290395449511823655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6290395449511823655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6290395449511823655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6290395449511823655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-is-not-my-best-friend.html' title='time is not my best friend'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1350039230677236784</id><published>2008-08-31T23:36:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T05:38:52.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my tian! i'm super happy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLrWsBVGs8I/AAAAAAAAATM/ezmfM9AZnW8/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240737168158536642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLrWsBVGs8I/AAAAAAAAATM/ezmfM9AZnW8/s200/DSC05511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1699049081432747301-1350039230677236784?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1350039230677236784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1350039230677236784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1350039230677236784'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6491348292991597438</id><published>2008-08-31T00:15:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:03:33.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day celebration!</title><content type='html'>friday we had teachers day celebration. the performances are quite retarded and funny. overall it was okayy. i didnt go back to cedar because the school closed at 11 and i ended school at ten plus. :(:(:(:(:( its okayy. there is always a next time. rushed out 2/3 of my history essay in school before i left to meet kok, rach, eu and yang! here are pictures! too bad we took it after steph left with her *coughs* friend. ooh. and we all wore cedar uniform for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teachers day present. :D super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmGy4VcWZI/AAAAAAAAANM/oqM5b1q_w_w/s1600-h/DSC05447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240367850096187794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmGy4VcWZI/AAAAAAAAANM/oqM5b1q_w_w/s200/DSC05447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmGRAWXDgI/AAAAAAAAANE/yfQ1i3RJXKs/s1600-h/DSC05462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240367268131966466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmGRAWXDgI/AAAAAAAAANE/yfQ1i3RJXKs/s200/DSC05462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our glasses at fish and co. paragon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmEcTVl4jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ceBY7Xych5I/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240365263184323122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmEcTVl4jI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ceBY7Xych5I/s200/DSC05477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this eyeball super cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmD93fGh-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/DYuA0hqokMg/s1600-h/DSC05480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240364740311943138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmD93fGh-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/DYuA0hqokMg/s200/DSC05480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took this in a rush before ppl came into the lift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmDaY2oMPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qvKYau5fLUA/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240364130793697522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmDaY2oMPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qvKYau5fLUA/s200/DSC05482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahaha. toys r us at paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmCFzG2GYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AqNTbN55v1Y/s1600-h/DSC05483-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240362677552159106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmCFzG2GYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AqNTbN55v1Y/s200/DSC05483-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet pictures at paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmBM6aYsCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lf_BtosNcwY/s1600-h/DSC05484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240361700260622370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmBM6aYsCI/AAAAAAAAAMc/lf_BtosNcwY/s200/DSC05484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmAcMhiEWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HmB-D21E_Ms/s1600-h/DSC05485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240360863308845410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmAcMhiEWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HmB-D21E_Ms/s200/DSC05485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl_7NauziI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FLF-TdexQlc/s1600-h/DSC05486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240360296613072418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl_7NauziI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FLF-TdexQlc/s200/DSC05486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl-kqorqxI/AAAAAAAAAME/G63I6JZt4kM/s1600-h/DSC05488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240358809807596306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl-kqorqxI/AAAAAAAAAME/G63I6JZt4kM/s200/DSC05488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl9v_UAw0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/1AYfxLo56E4/s1600-h/DSC05490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240357904824976194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl9v_UAw0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/1AYfxLo56E4/s200/DSC05490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl9APSxQII/AAAAAAAAALs/ws3S008QpVk/s1600-h/DSC05493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240357084481011842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl9APSxQII/AAAAAAAAALs/ws3S008QpVk/s200/DSC05493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl8du9IacI/AAAAAAAAALk/Qm_dCiVCAd4/s1600-h/DSC05494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240356491684768194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl8du9IacI/AAAAAAAAALk/Qm_dCiVCAd4/s200/DSC05494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl4S7kvdGI/AAAAAAAAALc/SWK5AGU4x0A/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240351908047058018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl4S7kvdGI/AAAAAAAAALc/SWK5AGU4x0A/s200/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and rach at art friend after everyone left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl2x9Fgp-I/AAAAAAAAALM/pbSrVngZZNc/s1600-h/DSC05499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240350242005624802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl2x9Fgp-I/AAAAAAAAALM/pbSrVngZZNc/s200/DSC05499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw. something funny. me and rach saw like damn alot of ex and current cedarians and we were trying to hide like mad!! haha. it was hilarious i tell you. :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH! randomness. this guy carried his sole on his hand!!!! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i took it in fear of him turning back at me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLl2GkqXCRI/AAAAAAAAALE/xad4cdZfqWs/s1600-h/DSC05500.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmKF069KgI/AAAAAAAAANU/RFkVZF8ci7s/s1600-h/DSC05500-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240371474132183554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmKF069KgI/AAAAAAAAANU/RFkVZF8ci7s/s200/DSC05500-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1699049081432747301-6491348292991597438?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6491348292991597438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6491348292991597438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6491348292991597438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6491348292991597438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='teachers day celebration!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SLmGy4VcWZI/AAAAAAAAANM/oqM5b1q_w_w/s72-c/DSC05447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8809759874933281923</id><published>2008-08-24T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:07:29.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flea market + dinner with JS!</title><content type='html'>our class had flea market at tpy today as part of our service learning project. i wouldnt say it was successful but i think its OKAYY la. haha, luckily i told ying rong to bake stuff to sell. or sales would have been like much worse.... oh man. 3708 must totally thank us okay! oohh. and ms giri actually thought my choc balls were nice! WHEE!!!! got standard, can sell liao. totally looking forward to my own flea market. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on joleen shuying and me had dinner at ding tai fung at J8. xiao long baos!!!! super nice de. didnt disappoint me at all. :D:D i paid for the dinner since i owe them money which i cant rmb how much. haha. i dont owe anymore! or so i think. oh wells. den we went to walk/shop around. shuying bought lots of stuff as usual. haha. joleen and i didnt buy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW. thanks to everyone or anyone who came down to support my class today. esp joleen and shuying! sorry for making you guys buy things from my class. we are raising funds you see! be nice and do your part for charity lah. XD love you girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8809759874933281923?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8809759874933281923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8809759874933281923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8809759874933281923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8809759874933281923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/flea-market-dinner-with-js.html' title='flea market + dinner with JS!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5334840116826946295</id><published>2008-08-21T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:30:21.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LJS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love LJS- long john silver; haha, nope. its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LYNETTE&lt;br /&gt;JOLEEN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHUYING  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SK2JwXpGEuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YZUeLbLNAy8/s1600-h/DSC04570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236993405774861026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SK2JwXpGEuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YZUeLbLNAy8/s200/DSC04570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will i do without them? i cant thank God enough for them. they have good ears. trust me when i say that. I LOVE THEM TO BITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its nice to pour all the shit out to somebody. somebody outside the shit. -joleen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1699049081432747301-5334840116826946295?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5334840116826946295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5334840116826946295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5334840116826946295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5334840116826946295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/ljs.html' title='LJS'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SK2JwXpGEuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YZUeLbLNAy8/s72-c/DSC04570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-6250096945009078546</id><published>2008-08-21T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:25:49.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm keeping so many things inside of me that i think i'm going to explode soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ti ti ti ti ti..... BOMB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody please teach me what to do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-6250096945009078546?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/6250096945009078546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=6250096945009078546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6250096945009078546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/6250096945009078546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-bomb.html' title='time bomb'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8102758839881976761</id><published>2008-08-16T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:45:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE THE KINGS</title><content type='html'>KING OF STUPID ASSHOLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF RETARDED FREAKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF ABSTRACT DANCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF DINOSAURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF BLOODY SLACKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF IDIOTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess what. i love them all!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8102758839881976761?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8102758839881976761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8102758839881976761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8102758839881976761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8102758839881976761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-kings.html' title='WE ARE THE KINGS'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-5068371076441408554</id><published>2008-08-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:28:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 AUGUST!!</title><content type='html'>its my dad's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to DADDY&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's the best in the world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-5068371076441408554?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/5068371076441408554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=5068371076441408554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5068371076441408554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/5068371076441408554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/14-august.html' title='14 AUGUST!!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-72067867250599647</id><published>2008-08-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:54:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WR</title><content type='html'>omgg. got to do WR now. tired.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-72067867250599647?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/72067867250599647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=72067867250599647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/72067867250599647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/72067867250599647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/wr.html' title='WR'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8361762061529333724</id><published>2008-08-11T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:33:44.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J2 farewell</title><content type='html'>today the team went to the function room at lichun's house for the farewell party. i came seperately with the rest as i had a straight bus there. helped to do some last minute decorations. hurhur. it was quite sian when the seniors first came. i guess everyone had to warm up or sth. then it got really funny. esp the tissue volleyball game. oh man, it was damn funny. the catering was not bad. i like the prawn dumplings!! oh. and halfway lichun got sick. she kept vomitting and all. :( hope she's better. oh well. we helped her pack up then me, jolyn and anthony took 851 home. super tired now. but i have LOADS of homework. :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really my fault for not doing it during the weekends, but i can never do work on saturdays and sundays. saddening. :(:( gotta pia now. :(:( bye/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8361762061529333724?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8361762061529333724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8361762061529333724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8361762061529333724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8361762061529333724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/j2-farewell.html' title='J2 farewell'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-3771970573259886251</id><published>2008-08-09T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:42:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGG!!! how can i forget to mention this! during our national day celebrations there invited a group of harvard acapella group. THEY ARE &lt;strong&gt;DAMN BLOODY GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt; and freaking pro too! and some of them were really cute. oh man. if i knew about their concert earlier, i might have bought tickets to see them perform! they were super entertaing and did i mention? they are really smart too! omgg. i'm freaking jealous of them. smart and talented. :D:D just thought i needed to mention about them. bye again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-3771970573259886251?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/3771970573259886251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=3771970573259886251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3771970573259886251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/3771970573259886251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/omgg-how-can-i-forget-to-mention-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-1793615217751172342</id><published>2008-08-09T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:28:59.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>whee!! happy 43th birthday singapore!! today was such a slack day. i went to tree top walk with my aunts and uncle and cousin and mother and brother today. super long journey as usual. but we had a good walk and for rewars, we had macdonalds! hehe. anw. i'm SUPER patriotic today. i'm wearing red top white bottom, red and white earings, and my nails are red and white too! plus i carried a red bag and wore white shoes. :D:D wooh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday the six of us went for dinner!!! we had fish and co. and being communists as we are, we all had new york fish and chips. HAHA. for easy divide of bill. we talked quite a bit. gossips and all. :D it was fun. and we went walking around. quite funny. heh. oh man, we need to go out more often! oh yea. school's national day celebration was BORING. esp when your true friend does something "nice" . oh well. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-1793615217751172342?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/1793615217751172342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=1793615217751172342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1793615217751172342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/1793615217751172342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-national-day.html' title='HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8731355016729409424</id><published>2008-08-07T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:38:19.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;omgg. i heard sth worse today. i seriously hope its &lt;strong&gt;not true, &lt;/strong&gt;or at least not anymore. yucks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699049081432747301-8731355016729409424?l=critical-condition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/feeds/8731355016729409424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699049081432747301&amp;postID=8731355016729409424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8731355016729409424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699049081432747301/posts/default/8731355016729409424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://critical-condition.blogspot.com/2008/08/scary.html' title='scary!'/><author><name>lynette-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12785513796684409794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SigA5s_YUiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GXoXRa8MGto/S220/P300509_19.08%5B01%5D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699049081432747301.post-8769445422909995337</id><published>2008-08-03T14:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:34:01.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch run + stayover at shuying's house</title><content type='html'>wooh~~ the past weekend was FUN. sat our pw group first went to ecp to see how the touch run organisers prepared for the race. after that me, germs and know went to eat macs for dinner. den i went over to shuying's house. we watched they kissed again and now she's hooked on to the show! hurhur. i'm super influential. :D anw. we were supposed to do work but, i did nothing but half a M.I and standard curves QUESTION. :P jst couldnt concentrate you see. we talked alot of crap and stuff about school and all. took a hour's nap at about 3 plus cause i just couldnt take it anymore. den we started taking pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my COLOURFUL nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXQp750_RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Y4InaIRPMLU/s1600-h/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230315961134152978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXQp750_RI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Y4InaIRPMLU/s200/DSC05282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAM WHORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXQakSh8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f2f7JPov8yk/s1600-h/DSC05284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230315697097273890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXQakSh8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/f2f7JPov8yk/s200/DSC05284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXQJmCEtvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YvidqDdzzWI/s1600-h/DSC05285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230315405507344114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXQJmCEtvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YvidqDdzzWI/s200/DSC05285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXP5Qe6grI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vhDViFVsxwE/s1600-h/DSC05286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230315124844823218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXP5Qe6grI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vhDViFVsxwE/s200/DSC05286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXPX63DDBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S4i51ArDp-U/s1600-h/DSC05287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230314552104782866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXPX63DDBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S4i51ArDp-U/s200/DSC05287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXOVIq_qFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u4P6NMheRpU/s1600-h/DSC05290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230313404761090130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXOVIq_qFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u4P6NMheRpU/s200/DSC05290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230314012935504194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXO4iTEwUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rzPHXF5KOtE/s200/DSC05289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXNp0pgcHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f5SZy6JBwR0/s1600-h/DSC05291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230312660651765874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXNp0pgcHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f5SZy6JBwR0/s200/DSC05291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXNYE1E78I/AAAAAAAAAJk/zFqO69158oc/s1600-h/DSC05295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230312355757617090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXNYE1E78I/AAAAAAAAAJk/zFqO69158oc/s200/DSC05295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXND3gaRxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/l0RlEcDc6aI/s1600-h/DSC05296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230312008583890706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXND3gaRxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/l0RlEcDc6aI/s200/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMyTvLaRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R1TE0KdwWKw/s1600-h/DSC05297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311706924378386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMyTvLaRI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R1TE0KdwWKw/s200/DSC05297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMi856J6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/AMMhbjV1VAg/s1600-h/DSC05298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311443097331618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMi856J6I/AAAAAAAAAJM/AMMhbjV1VAg/s200/DSC05298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMSqGe05I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Z0BsG5X6Ges/s1600-h/DSC05299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230311163171885970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMSqGe05I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Z0BsG5X6Ges/s200/DSC05299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMCHkfs4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/n6WkCmQtHNI/s1600-h/DSC05301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230310879024624514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXMCHkfs4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/n6WkCmQtHNI/s200/DSC05301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXLxm9llWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GXLvncRakts/s1600-h/DSC05302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230310595393590626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXLxm9llWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GXLvncRakts/s200/DSC05302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXLeHW2-HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vjfQppOaoPc/s1600-h/DSC05303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230310260492138610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXLeHW2-HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/vjfQppOaoPc/s200/DSC05303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXLPOOq86I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e4L751FckFU/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230310004638806946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXLPOOq86I/AAAAAAAAAIk/e4L751FckFU/s200/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXK0n9hOzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lnnEKXJyqIE/s1600-h/DSC05308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230309547689720626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXK0n9hOzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lnnEKXJyqIE/s200/DSC05308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXKZfz31_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/QCZyu5aSBRU/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230309081645307890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXKZfz31_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/QCZyu5aSBRU/s200/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXKAvmVlrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2rCn_QlrE8U/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230308656386774706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXKAvmVlrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2rCn_QlrE8U/s200/DSC05310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXJlmqCu7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/-i4t1cmx7j0/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230308190129929138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXJlmqCu7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/-i4t1cmx7j0/s200/DSC05311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXJD6nEZqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jsIRAVxi69Y/s1600-h/DSC05313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230307611370612386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXJD6nEZqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jsIRAVxi69Y/s200/DSC05313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuying's many shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXITa-qmwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-0PdJbW1XUc/s1600-h/DSC05324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306778245929730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXITa-qmwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-0PdJbW1XUc/s200/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam whore some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXH3nsYVkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V8T51TvdcoU/s1600-h/DSC05325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306300622558786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXH3nsYVkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V8T51TvdcoU/s200/DSC05325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a bit of zi lian. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230305872769150162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXHet0LbNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/D11GA3hmu-w/s200/DSC05327.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXHKLHIsCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/msbs3r6rUfY/s1600-h/DSC05331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230305519856037922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXHKLHIsCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/msbs3r6rUfY/s200/DSC05331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXGZG_D07I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dUFoWwHLDJU/s1600-h/DSC05333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230304676934833074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXGZG_D07I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dUFoWwHLDJU/s200/DSC05333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXGH6yoTNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wUEW72IY9fA/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230304381603695826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXGH6yoTNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wUEW72IY9fA/s200/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXF09l2D2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/EaaSqCr9DrQ/s1600-h/DSC05336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230304055937863522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXF09l2D2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/EaaSqCr9DrQ/s200/DSC05336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXFMrYyFjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7WzOPeJQ5Co/s1600-h/DSC05337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230303363856471602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXFMrYyFjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7WzOPeJQ5Co/s200/DSC05337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXE2gWrs-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/sg2I-K-umhM/s1600-h/DSC05338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230302982937752546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXE2gWrs-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/sg2I-K-umhM/s200/DSC05338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXDzgGAi9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/H-0BvPZemkc/s1600-h/DSC05339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301831816580050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXDzgGAi9I/AAAAAAAAAGk/H-0BvPZemkc/s200/DSC05339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXDcENuqhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SNxx1e7bB6k/s1600-h/DSC05340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230301429195778578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXDcENuqhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SNxx1e7bB6k/s200/DSC05340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXDB9iZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wEcyaoZnoxw/s1600-h/DSC05343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230300980726846050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXDB9iZ0mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wEcyaoZnoxw/s200/DSC05343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXCAKqknTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P-onLo60e7M/s1600-h/DSC05344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230299850379402546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXCAKqknTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/P-onLo60e7M/s200/DSC05344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh. and shuying cooked me breakfast!! haha. eggs and ham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJW-9TvN7cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1qaLtsUQ0vw/s1600-h/DSC05347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230296502740315586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJW-9TvN7cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1qaLtsUQ0vw/s200/DSC05347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVV5LQ-WOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1kq8elJq5Tg/s1600-h/DSC05348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230180983025588450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVV5LQ-WOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1kq8elJq5Tg/s200/DSC05348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end result!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVVY0roJJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7d8yW3s7bA4/s1600-h/DSC05349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230180427207550098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVVY0roJJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7d8yW3s7bA4/s200/DSC05349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thanks shuying for the breakfast and stayover. and thanks for walking me down to take bus. really appreciate it. :D:D we shall have another stayover soon and watch they kiss again the whle night! during the holidays of course. for now. lets just stick with HOMEWORK. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANW. then i went for the touch run. well. my pw group was supposed to meet at 7. BUT. i was the only one there at 7.10. zhan yee came at 7.45 and know and germs came after eight. which got me &lt;strong&gt;SUPER &lt;/strong&gt;irritated. i didnt talk to them for some time. ROAR. who ask them to be SO PUNCTUAL. oh wells. but it was for a while only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the touch run was quite succesfully run! i think 0908 deserves to be applauded. great job guys! the winners were bloody fast. the first 10km male runner came from our school! the soccer cap i think. super zai la. and he didnt even look exhausted. hmmm. yea. then me and know went to the beach to take pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVUoJAtY0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/E_-X8IArrVw/s1600-h/DSC05410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230179590851093314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVUoJAtY0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/E_-X8IArrVw/s200/DSC05410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVUC9KIYfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X2XoEnuCKlc/s1600-h/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230178952014225906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVUC9KIYfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/X2XoEnuCKlc/s200/DSC05411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVTpbMli2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7qFR3yyB0TU/s1600-h/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230178513400990562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVTpbMli2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7qFR3yyB0TU/s200/DSC05412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our funny shadows. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVTV9o8wXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gMVqCOGTF5k/s1600-h/DSC05418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230178179049374066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVTV9o8wXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gMVqCOGTF5k/s200/DSC05418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJW_g-MsQXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wI36FoRDLCE/s1600-h/DSC05419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230297115433648498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJW_g-MsQXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/wI36FoRDLCE/s200/DSC05419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXAIceYjgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ws13_e_D-hk/s1600-h/DSC05420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230297793575816706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJXAIceYjgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ws13_e_D-hk/s200/DSC05420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVS8zzqaaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/82VJWDrBDRI/s1600-h/DSC05423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230177746913225122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVS8zzqaaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/82VJWDrBDRI/s200/DSC05423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVSrPXep7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/norX5z8Kf7Q/s1600-h/DSC05424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230177445073561522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVSrPXep7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/norX5z8Kf7Q/s200/DSC05424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVSP8VfUGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JBVcoBG_FBg/s1600-h/DSC05426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230176976108474466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8bxhw_Km_s/SJVSP8VfUGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JBVcoBG_FBg/s200/DSC05426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we waited for yingrong while xinni and germs went to eat macs breakfast. her sis cooked pasta for lunch and we joined them. not bad! then we talked a bit and left for home. the damn bus ride home was more than an hour. :(:( &lt;em&gt;sit until my butt rot ah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAN. theres school tmr. :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no words can express my boredom. 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