<?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-5088026011714986980</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:04:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed Devotion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-7728274137037553047</id><published>2009-02-25T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:01:32.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my current life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been long since I post an entry about my life. I having another attachment now in CRMCC, a call centre, doing a telemarketing job. Frankly speaking, I not happy at all doing all these free labour. But I do enjoy making new friends in the call centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life isn't empty now because I have one guy, my sweetheart being with me. There's always things to do now. Even if I got nothing to do, I just need to think about him. I'm now fully occupied with sch, work, bf and friends. Life is getting better everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not be the perfect girl in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not be able to make you proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what I can promise to give you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my heart, my love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if one day you found a better girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's okay as long as I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were once loving me that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you can see how much I have done for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you for as long.. &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/5088026011714986980-7728274137037553047?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7728274137037553047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=7728274137037553047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7728274137037553047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7728274137037553047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-current-life.html' title='my current life.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3573969593932774523</id><published>2009-02-05T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:23:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWJjxj_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DtCJntVpZP4/s1600-h/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWJjxj_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DtCJntVpZP4/s320/DSC02200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314373891821554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Singapore Flyer is the world’s largest observation wheel that stands at stunning 165m, some 30 metres taller than the famed London Eye. Taking a flight on this S$240 million dollar wheel is a one-of-a-kind experience you wouldn’t want to miss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWC8npaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gBOBRuR6QIA/s1600-h/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWC8npaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gBOBRuR6QIA/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314372116981154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzOp-t1eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/75EpUGx0yzc/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzOp-t1eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/75EpUGx0yzc/s320/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299315344667432418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzOHSVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/XLCYXNiVdHc/s1600-h/DSC02211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzOHSVQ6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/XLCYXNiVdHc/s320/DSC02211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299315335354467234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True enough that it is one-of-a-kind experience me and my sweet bf wouldn't want to miss. So eventually, we went for it yesterday. Honestly, 730pm will be the best timing as you'll be able to see the change from day to night. However, we went at 8pm because it was raining at 730pm. Also, going on weekdays (couples listen up), you'll be able to get private capsule to yourselves. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzOiOoWhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zPs6CW3gxHY/s1600-h/DSC02217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzOiOoWhI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zPs6CW3gxHY/s320/DSC02217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299315342586698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-tKd19I/AAAAAAAAAXM/voFgJc80OL0/s1600-h/DSC02234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-tKd19I/AAAAAAAAAXM/voFgJc80OL0/s320/DSC02234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316170155743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;       &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWec1cyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RHNW0mhlyro/s1600-h/DSC02207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWec1cyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RHNW0mhlyro/s320/DSC02207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314379499860770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, to be honest, it's quite boring because there's really nothing to do except talking and fooling around? HAHA. Oh ya. (For couples) If you wanna some romantic stuffs, don't go during chinese new year period cos they played chinese new year songs and it's irritating! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-NOm0yI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hkB1uFMSBMU/s1600-h/DSC02229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-NOm0yI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hkB1uFMSBMU/s320/DSC02229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316161583174434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-PVPHKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xPWMrxjNwUM/s1600-h/DSC02232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-PVPHKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/xPWMrxjNwUM/s320/DSC02232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316162147851426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before the flight, we went to eat at POPEYES. Their cheesebites and brownies rocks! It's a must try. HAHA. After the flight, we caught a movie 'Brides war'. Quite a touching story and I almost cried. Also, we went to merlion and chatted till around 1am. After that, went back to MGB for transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryV4wWhxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/m4NQXaNOJ8k/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryV4wWhxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/m4NQXaNOJ8k/s320/DSC02199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314369381173010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;    &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryVqWZ5GI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JLoSXqOaH0g/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryVqWZ5GI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JLoSXqOaH0g/s320/DSC02198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299314365514245218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzO44u_-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/xAoRk_kuBMM/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzO44u_-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/xAoRk_kuBMM/s320/DSC02225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299315348668874722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzO12ZKeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HZWdv8-E1NA/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrzO12ZKeI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HZWdv8-E1NA/s320/DSC02220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299315347853748706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-RQwQjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uTZGZca_QQk/s1600-h/DSC02233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYrz-RQwQjI/AAAAAAAAAXE/uTZGZca_QQk/s320/DSC02233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299316162665923122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;           &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One month has passed and&lt;br /&gt;We're still going through strong tgt&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what happens in 5 years time&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you have all my heart and my love&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you'll be strong too&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3573969593932774523?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3573969593932774523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3573969593932774523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3573969593932774523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3573969593932774523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful-day.html' title='wonderful day'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SYryWJjxj_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/DtCJntVpZP4/s72-c/DSC02200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-9007428141667694633</id><published>2009-01-29T07:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:32:47.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honeymoon stage</title><content type='html'>Things are great between us. Maybe because we're still in the honeymoon stage like many said. I wondered and I wished we could really last long. I have learn to give in so much in relationships and I dont know if I have anymore to give in the future. If I were to be hurt again, I would never choose to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'm gonna love him with all my heart right now. No matter what happens, I just want to be with him. He's my life already. Seriously, I cannot live a day without him anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-9007428141667694633?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/9007428141667694633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=9007428141667694633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/9007428141667694633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/9007428141667694633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/honeymoon-stage.html' title='honeymoon stage'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-8020510775186210793</id><published>2009-01-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:18:56.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorable; unforgetable</title><content type='html'>The special day. Things happened today can never be forgotten. Its engraved deep inside my heart and his heart. I'm loving him even more as days pass. Thanks whoever for letting me meeting him and being with him. I LOVE HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-8020510775186210793?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8020510775186210793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=8020510775186210793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/8020510775186210793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/8020510775186210793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/memorable-unforgetable.html' title='memorable; unforgetable'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-7489142849089876242</id><published>2009-01-06T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:41:12.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the confidence.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I got a strong feeling that this will definitely last much longer. He gave me that confidence. People around us gave me that feeling too. Thanks mommy and family for supporting us together. Thanks everyone for those who are happy for us. Thanks baby for loving me. I love you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-7489142849089876242?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7489142849089876242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=7489142849089876242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7489142849089876242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7489142849089876242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2009/01/confidence.html' title='the confidence.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3520984044266653770</id><published>2008-12-28T04:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:10:13.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im in love; we're both in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVaZMr3_O8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/rSnpsYtbUs0/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284579655980891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVaZMr3_O8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/rSnpsYtbUs0/s320/DSC02060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright. We're tgt again for anyone info. Anyway, I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;BOLT 3D &lt;/strong&gt;at cathay house on tuesday with him of cos. It was our first time to watch 3D movie. Quite a cool and lovely experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284579642960983314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVaZL7XzNRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/5YbngPXX3NE/s320/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284579633271408578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVaZLXRoB8I/AAAAAAAAAU0/a_lezh_clg8/s320/DSC02074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3520984044266653770?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3520984044266653770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3520984044266653770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3520984044266653770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3520984044266653770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-love-were-both-in-love.html' title='im in love; we&apos;re both in love.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVaZMr3_O8I/AAAAAAAAAVE/rSnpsYtbUs0/s72-c/DSC02060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-4525014444245257005</id><published>2008-12-22T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:41:03.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wants to love; wants to be loved.</title><content type='html'>Never felt so excited, so nervous towards a relationship before. This is the first. I dont understand why I felt this way but it just make me smile with a thought of it. So sweet, so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess you've moved and touched my heart once again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;misses. x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-4525014444245257005?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4525014444245257005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=4525014444245257005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4525014444245257005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4525014444245257005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/wants-to-love-wants-to-be-loved.html' title='wants to love; wants to be loved.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-65686429338330131</id><published>2008-12-20T04:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T04:28:13.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help me understand.</title><content type='html'>Writing my name on a piece of paper is still can be understood. But my name on roti johns? This is the first time I heard of it. Though its still kind of sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt feel the love when everyone else can feel the love you have for me. Weird huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-65686429338330131?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/65686429338330131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=65686429338330131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/65686429338330131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/65686429338330131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/help-me-understand.html' title='help me understand.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3601668778957698333</id><published>2008-12-18T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:37:36.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much things.</title><content type='html'>I felt so lonely once and I hope things happen. But now, it turned out to be too much things happened. I don't know if I can handle it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy, thanks for coming back to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really appreciate that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i guess we both need to think it over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whether each other is really what we want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give us, you and me, more time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you as always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3601668778957698333?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3601668778957698333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3601668778957698333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3601668778957698333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3601668778957698333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-much-things.html' title='too much things.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-4149594274468480415</id><published>2008-12-16T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:14:53.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb.</title><content type='html'>Because of what I've been through, I learnt how heartless human beings can be in love. Perhaps, these are all karma due to my previous life. Maybe I deserved how I was treated. Now, I kind of numb. Nothing can move or touch my heart anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, i know you want us to be like the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i can tell you straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its impossible anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because you hurt me too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i got no more faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though i still love 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/5088026011714986980-4149594274468480415?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4149594274468480415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=4149594274468480415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4149594274468480415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4149594274468480415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/numb.html' title='numb.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3053657837422113120</id><published>2008-12-11T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:58:28.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overboard.</title><content type='html'>New changes to my life. Some are good, some are really bad. Because of these, I relied on my new friend. Perhaps, a little too much. I guess I should stop relying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend: Hey, you really a great guy. No doubts about that. You're caring and you're definitely cute plus a liitle handsome. I know we talked about much things and it will only be between us. So no worries. x) Well, I guess we won't be contacting each other much anymore. Since, you got so much things to handle, work or relationship. But no matter, you know I know, I will always support you! JIAYOU and all the best in everything that you do k? Thanks for being with me through my troubles, thanks for having breakfast with me, thanks for keeping me accompanied when I'm alone. THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thinks I have fallen in love with my friend. Nah, just need to rely on someone at that time. Please don't think so much everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I become afraid when things are coming back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will everything repeat itself again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't dare to think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't dare to hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall let nature takes its course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imisslove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3053657837422113120?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3053657837422113120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3053657837422113120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3053657837422113120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3053657837422113120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/overboard.html' title='overboard.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-346850447796668287</id><published>2008-12-08T05:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T05:14:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid flash</title><content type='html'>I'm dying, really dying. I totally hate flash. It's so complicated!!! Arghs. But what to do, I promised my teammates that I will do it. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imisslove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imisshim.&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/5088026011714986980-346850447796668287?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/346850447796668287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=346850447796668287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/346850447796668287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/346850447796668287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-flash.html' title='stupid flash'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-193458241216762304</id><published>2008-11-27T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:50:20.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my second driving lesson by Instructor Pang whom so coincidentally also Jas' bro Joel's instructor. He's really a nice instructor and able to deliver what he needs to deliver. Currently, I have learnt moving off, stopping, u turn, starting on slope. Basically all except parking which I will learn next lesson. So cool right? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next lesson! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-193458241216762304?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/193458241216762304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=193458241216762304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/193458241216762304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/193458241216762304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/driving.html' title='driving!'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-2361012232847918480</id><published>2008-11-14T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:36:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 1 year anniversary to the old us</title><content type='html'>A sad day to spend especially alone. Loving someone for 1 year is totally nothing to me because I have been in love with someone for 3 years before. But somehow, this one year hurts me most. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need any questions or sympathy from any readers. This is already what I want to say. So please don't ask me anything. Thanks and no worries. I'm alright. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-2361012232847918480?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2361012232847918480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=2361012232847918480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2361012232847918480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2361012232847918480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-1-year-anniversary-to-old-us.html' title='happy 1 year anniversary to the old us'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-4681219680652380906</id><published>2008-11-11T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:41:42.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sweet day to remember</title><content type='html'>Finally, a new post. Anyway, I had a really early breakfast today at 730am with spongebob. And I haven't sleep for exactly 1 day already and shall continue till 3am later. OMG! Wish me luck guys! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sweet to have a friend with me to accompany me for breakfast. It's cool for him not be able to sleep and I can't sleep too. It's so great for us to have an agreement to meet up for breakfast at my school. Breakfast was nice with long interesting chats with spongebob. But when we met up, we're already tired AND hungry. haha. Funny thing is that, he was afraid that he would get chased out because he's not from nyp. BUT he forgot and wore his TP shirt. Such a silly guy. LOLS. But still have to thank spongebob for pei-ing wo for the short while. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-4681219680652380906?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4681219680652380906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=4681219680652380906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4681219680652380906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4681219680652380906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-breakfast.html' title='a sweet day to remember'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-7396471120409109512</id><published>2008-11-01T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:54:52.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long time.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time, I know. I study, I work and most of all I need to sleep. Many special things had happened but I'm not going to note it down right here, it's too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ll just talk about my life recently. Well, currently being attached to E-learning development centre in sch, learning how to do flash. Quite lame though but I made new friends. x) Others, I have a hard time standing back up after my previous relationship. And now, its coming back to me again. Of course, I will try my best to stay strong and see what will come in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awaiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-7396471120409109512?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7396471120409109512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=7396471120409109512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7396471120409109512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7396471120409109512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time.html' title='a long time.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-2256393736100189769</id><published>2008-09-16T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:16:08.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to go</title><content type='html'>First, I really have to apologise to all who have been asking me out during this holidays. I really need to work and earn as much as possible to get my life over with. I will meet you guys up as soon as possible to catch up ya? I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, its going to be year ever since I fell in love with him. I hope I can get it through on my own without Chris by my side helping me. Im gonna stay strong and brave. God bless me! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TO my dearest friends and relatives who are having their birthdays in September: Andy, YongXin, Andre, Ahyee2, Aaron, Din and many others. x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-2256393736100189769?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2256393736100189769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=2256393736100189769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2256393736100189769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2256393736100189769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-go.html' title='time to go'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-1143127866008623096</id><published>2008-08-25T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:36:55.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over sociable</title><content type='html'>A kiss as greeting, a normal foreigners will do. Hardly, we can see asians doing that to each other. I had one, i suppose he's over-sociable for me. I was just introducing him to some of the local food at mgb and he said he want to give me a kiss. I rejected it however he forced himself and eventually kissed my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was like staring at me and no one kept to rescue me. lols. Anyway, it was fireworks festival two days ago. But the pictures not very clear as it was raining earlier and the smoke from fireworks didnt go away. so hence, its not due to my camera. HAHA x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238835013564148914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUsDRerLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/25L-pXvAC9k/s320/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUs0rzPLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NL0o2E1ef0s/s1600-h/DSC01640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238835026827885746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUs0rzPLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NL0o2E1ef0s/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUtXfsZQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OTF1keNx6uo/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238835036172346626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUtXfsZQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OTF1keNx6uo/s320/DSC01654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUuJm9XaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mkC7Pgkc-A4/s1600-h/DSC01647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238835049624591778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUuJm9XaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mkC7Pgkc-A4/s320/DSC01647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-1143127866008623096?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1143127866008623096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=1143127866008623096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1143127866008623096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1143127866008623096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-sociable.html' title='over sociable'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SLQUsDRerLI/AAAAAAAAAPE/25L-pXvAC9k/s72-c/DSC01645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-8791459556199386733</id><published>2008-08-17T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:39:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>introduction</title><content type='html'>For those who dont know yet, I've moved to my aunt's house in Jurong which is also my hometown. And this dog eventually came into the picture of my life. She's Bernice. A very lazy and spoilt dog. She always got massage by US! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDxogx-kI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lo45oCgIgJI/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509086785763906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDxogx-kI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lo45oCgIgJI/s320/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDyEvYSkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TiIqP47ypgM/s1600-h/DSC01622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509094363187778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDyEvYSkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TiIqP47ypgM/s320/DSC01622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to vivocity for facial and met up with shuwen after that to mgb and ate our dinner. While going to esplanade we passed by these artistic walls. Enjoy x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDyYFafKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wwv31xuJxC4/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509099555880098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDyYFafKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/wwv31xuJxC4/s320/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDym8hNpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9aMkYWKUL1M/s1600-h/DSC01627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509103545104018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDym8hNpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/9aMkYWKUL1M/s320/DSC01627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509881364903266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhEf4jNdWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/75hrjAG-XNs/s320/DSC01628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509874061594818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhEfdV90MI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Z7-W02hc1hc/s320/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235509876313938546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhEflu92nI/AAAAAAAAAO0/1DTEcNiXaw4/s320/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-8791459556199386733?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8791459556199386733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=8791459556199386733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/8791459556199386733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/8791459556199386733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/08/introduction.html' title='introduction'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKhDxogx-kI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lo45oCgIgJI/s72-c/DSC01619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-5229851536287277696</id><published>2008-08-14T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:34:30.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart not yet available</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKROdYilmDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Vpg9_YW_hlo/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234394933622052914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKROdYilmDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Vpg9_YW_hlo/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's not mine, will never be mine. I have always aware of this statement but refused to believe it. I always feel that fate will be in our own hand. I once wish to erase myself out of your life. I want to get back all the things I ever gave you, especially the letters which I wrote all my true feelings down. I wanted to take your phone and delete my number so that you'll never contact me again. But I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my way and I saw my path of life. That is how I going through, brave and strong. I will be here for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-5229851536287277696?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5229851536287277696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=5229851536287277696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5229851536287277696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5229851536287277696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-not-yet-available.html' title='Heart not yet available'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SKROdYilmDI/AAAAAAAAANg/Vpg9_YW_hlo/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-5303755595741332297</id><published>2008-08-08T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:49:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Awaiting&lt;/u&gt; for the day to pass with a little joke to make me laugh and my day better. I've been thinking, why did I hang onto it for so long when he dont even appreciate it? I felt so stupid and foolish. I need another him to guide me through. I'll &lt;u&gt;wait&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY JOCELYN! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-5303755595741332297?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5303755595741332297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=5303755595741332297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5303755595741332297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5303755595741332297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-over-again.html' title='all over again.'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-5975990345872967417</id><published>2008-08-06T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:58:41.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day; bad stuffs</title><content type='html'>No one will want to be in the situation like mine. My laptop 好坏不坏，怀 at this time when my examinations are coming. All my notes and works are all inside. I have always said 'NO' to reformating but I got no choice but to &lt;strong&gt;REFORMAT&lt;/strong&gt;! My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost everything in my laptop now. Photos, memories of the past. I regreted not having back up at my desktop. Its too late now. I guess its time to let go of the past. Beautiful past. Good luck to all who taking examinations now or soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-5975990345872967417?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5975990345872967417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=5975990345872967417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5975990345872967417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5975990345872967417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day-bad-stuffs.html' title='bad day; bad stuffs'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-1518615569374866474</id><published>2008-07-29T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:46:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>negative/ positive</title><content type='html'>Many said, "Hey, why think negatively? Think more positive can or not." But do they ever think that greater disappointment they'll get if they think too positively. On the other hand, thinking negatively, you'll feel lesser disappointment or you'll be delighted by surprising results. Am I not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's rather true though. Especially on relationships and love.  I and him are kind of back to close a little like before. But I didn't smile a little. I didn't think of any further because I'm afraid of disappointments, again. I keep it low, keep myself busy; not think more than anything. We're just normal acquaintances meeting each other again after long seperation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-1518615569374866474?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1518615569374866474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=1518615569374866474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1518615569374866474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1518615569374866474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/07/negative-positive.html' title='negative/ positive'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-7779719012720975961</id><published>2008-07-23T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:59:24.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress or not stress</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking. What kind of life am I in? Sometimes, I just can't take it. When I have made my decisions, some things will make me go back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decided to leave the matters alone, they find their way back to me. Can't I walk away anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-7779719012720975961?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7779719012720975961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=7779719012720975961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7779719012720975961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7779719012720975961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/07/stress-or-not-stress.html' title='stress or not stress'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-7782758692322870868</id><published>2008-07-21T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:50:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good job</title><content type='html'>Girls, good job for marketing presentation. Seriously, I can't believe that we can finish up and did a good job in three days. Anyway, I feel that I'm dying soon with coming up tests and crm project. Sometimes, I really want to give up on my studies but I won't. I know the importance of studies. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to stay in love with you, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I want to give up on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babe, you weren't there when I needed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I text you, but you ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought we were friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really want to share so many things, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you, babe..&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/5088026011714986980-7782758692322870868?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7782758692322870868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=7782758692322870868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7782758692322870868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7782758692322870868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-job.html' title='good job'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3889372086986405440</id><published>2008-07-16T21:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:37:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some says, "Hey, poly life is so relaxing la... can slack like hell one.." I was totally deceived by this statement. Its not relaxing at all. I felt so stressed up whenever there's projects, and its always coming through this two years. Damn. But, I still prefer projects to exams. And now, I'm contradicting myself. WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long~ need to rush for projects now! LOVE YOU x) &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;babe, i kind of miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kind of miss the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you think back to the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yet i force myself to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aint an easy thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i just tell myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you will come back someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know you wont..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hence, i no longer afraid to walk this alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3889372086986405440?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3889372086986405440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3889372086986405440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3889372086986405440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3889372086986405440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/07/projects.html' title='projects~'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-5114409797268666343</id><published>2008-07-14T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:10:37.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>Scenario 1 =&gt; Open space. Coffee. Music. It's a way to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2 =&gt; Open space. Coffee. Music. Laptop. Nah, rushing projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, its such a big difference with an additional of laptop. In life, getting most of the things in the world, you may not be happy. Why not just enjoy what you've got now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking forward to no homeworks, no works, no stress, no time limits and no PROJECTS definitely. Relaxation, I call that. Aint it cool? Sometimes, we need to take out some time from our busy life to relax and look around. Give a little care to those around you. I've realised, every little second we get away for freedom, we play. Why not use the time to spent it with family and love ones. How much time are you able to be with them for your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I love you. Say that to your love ones, including yourself. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-5114409797268666343?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5114409797268666343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=5114409797268666343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5114409797268666343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5114409797268666343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-1109680641521896415</id><published>2008-07-04T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:41:02.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yearn</title><content type='html'>I yearn&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; for your love, I yearn&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you can't continue it with me and you had your reasons that you can't say. I know them clearly. Because I'm fat, ugly, poor characteristics, your friends don't like me and everything bad that you can think of. That was the reason why I gave you up to the other girl at the first place. That is why I did not stop you but encourage you. I know what kind of girl I am. I really know. But I can't stand it when everybody treat it as its all my fault that caused what we are today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both know that I need to fall out of love with you. But you're always there, I can see it even though you ain't there exactly for me. I do see you. And sometimes, what you do or say tells me that you need help from me. You know I will do it and help you. You know I'm always there for you when you need help. I'm always the one giving in to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I'm really tired. I don't want to live this kind of life anymore but I can't bear to leave it. What is going on with me? Gosh. If only there's someone else who can rescue me. If only you disappear or I lose all my memory that consist you.. I really hope to get you out of life, i really hope so..&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/5088026011714986980-1109680641521896415?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1109680641521896415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=1109680641521896415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1109680641521896415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1109680641521896415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/07/yearn.html' title='yearn'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-619255577081818030</id><published>2008-06-30T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:49.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGneoHZKlJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5gFcnaZtUgU/s1600-h/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm closer to nature, closer to animals and definitely closest to food. Currently, I'm working part-time at two F&amp;amp;N places - Makansutra and Zoo (Restaruant in the Wild).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGneoei4-bI/AAAAAAAAANY/HgR_H41C4Ss/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217946430260967858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGneoei4-bI/AAAAAAAAANY/HgR_H41C4Ss/s320/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I work for Makansutra for almost 3 years from SOULFOOD to GLUTTONSBAY. A nice place though. I got lots of lovely friends who eventually became part of me, my life. I really love them lots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGndtgl9BCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eScyGqF2TQU/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217945417198404642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGndtgl9BCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eScyGqF2TQU/s320/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching monkeys swinging from trees to trees, snakes crawling and the cute kids of all ages and countries at that location. Nice environment though. Anyway, just started work at zoo recently. Cheers for a new job! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-619255577081818030?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/619255577081818030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=619255577081818030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/619255577081818030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/619255577081818030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGneoei4-bI/AAAAAAAAANY/HgR_H41C4Ss/s72-c/DSC01436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3817964748516596806</id><published>2008-06-27T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:03:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool!</title><content type='html'>Its really a cool video I came across with. I hope I can do that! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit = &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zp-65Lwmh8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zp-65Lwmh8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3817964748516596806?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3817964748516596806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3817964748516596806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3817964748516596806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3817964748516596806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/cool.html' title='cool!'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-272335466067254180</id><published>2008-06-27T20:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joke of the day; joker of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't really understand why is there a need for assessing how we have learnt by giving us a written test. I would definitely prefer hand-on assessment, more realistic though. Well, I skipped two lectures to study for CRM (customer relationship management). However, my mind actually went blank when I saw the test paper. Never mind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy moments come next. It just seems like its the end of the whole semester, on the last day of school. We're &lt;strong&gt;CELEBRATING!&lt;/strong&gt; Well, it really seems like it. I went to AMK hub &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(my second time being there)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to eat at NEWYORK NEWYORK together with laopo, chubb, jon and &lt;s&gt;chiongster&lt;/s&gt; ahmok. With them, there will be never-ending laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216547714810138034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTmghciTbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YAOogOqO_S0/s320/DSC01516.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Chips (jon's)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTnIGPC-FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xwqs0m-n5ms/s1600-h/DSC01517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216548394700568658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="293" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTnIGPC-FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xwqs0m-n5ms/s320/DSC01517.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's really very hungry!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTmgb_8-pI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hV0WVGg93Oc/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216547713348074130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTmgb_8-pI/AAAAAAAAAMA/hV0WVGg93Oc/s320/DSC01518.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken Chop (laopo's)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216547724901545730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTmhHCg9wI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Es5L94fgaM4/s320/DSC01515.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt; mudpie with ice-cream (&lt;s&gt;chiongster&lt;/s&gt; ahmok's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216575007322350226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGT_VJ-hIpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rNzGYTqJQjk/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;jon's second serving (the not value for money spare ribs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the joke and joker of the day, it belongs to jon, the kum-gong-kia!! LOLS. Even though they serve really big portion, Jon is not really satisfied and hence he order another &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;main dish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; again which is the BBQ spare ribs. *I forgot to take the picture of my cheesy chicken and his spare ribs* Anyway, Jon was so happy when he saw the big spare ribs but little did he know that there's little meat. Also, he believes the manage who served him that plate was laughing at him when actually is due to politeness and good service to have that wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though we were bloated, but the laughters make our food digest. Its an enjoyable and memorable dinner I ever had with my classmates. Cool clique! Laughing and MAD clique. Nest stop will be at Billy Bombers or somewhere in Clark Quay! Looking towards that!! Thanks guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-272335466067254180?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/272335466067254180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=272335466067254180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/272335466067254180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/272335466067254180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/joke-of-day-joker-of-day.html' title='joke of the day; joker of the day!'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SGTmghciTbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/YAOogOqO_S0/s72-c/DSC01516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-7347335833460103925</id><published>2008-06-26T16:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:31:47.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never to late to buck up</title><content type='html'>I suppose this will help in pulling up my GPA of &lt;s&gt;2.4 (LOUSY!)&lt;/s&gt; Well, I got 38/40 for my jap language ICA1 and 29/30 for my Excel Solver. Great, isnt it? However, I got only 17/30 for my business finance ICA1 and failed my accounting ICA1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna buck up! Must score well!!!! gambade! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-7347335833460103925?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/7347335833460103925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=7347335833460103925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7347335833460103925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/7347335833460103925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-to-late-to-buck-up.html' title='never to late to buck up'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-1576078455865811018</id><published>2008-06-22T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:50.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drooling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please prepare a packet of tissue or worst still, a bowl! x) I went out with my sister and her friends for a japanese buffet at Hotel Miramar. Its cost 38.85$ nett per head~ Its &lt;s&gt;costly&lt;/s&gt; but I enjoyed. Anyway, we ate sashimi&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt; the most. Look at the picture below! Dont drool on your keyboard! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53uNoHfDI/AAAAAAAAALg/BeRP002nO4o/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737054357224498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53uNoHfDI/AAAAAAAAALg/BeRP002nO4o/s320/DSC01486.JPG" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53uefvdFI/AAAAAAAAALo/je0-EMOd_dU/s1600-h/DSC01487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737058885497938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53uefvdFI/AAAAAAAAALo/je0-EMOd_dU/s320/DSC01487.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53vGgtKDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bCzqGOiayo0/s1600-h/DSC01491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214737069626959922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53vGgtKDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bCzqGOiayo0/s320/DSC01491.JPG" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-1576078455865811018?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1576078455865811018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=1576078455865811018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1576078455865811018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1576078455865811018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/drooling.html' title='drooling'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SF53uNoHfDI/AAAAAAAAALg/BeRP002nO4o/s72-c/DSC01486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-4504841743820047129</id><published>2008-06-06T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:34:27.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey y'all~ I would like to apologise to all my faithful readers. hees x) Well, I'm kind of busy these few days and thus I can't blog. Okay, that's a real lame and lousy excuse though. Hopefully, no one has isolated this blog. Please don't. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, bubbles have been forming above, beside and everywhere around my head. Images, motions or words. I would'nt want to talk further or I'll be soaking wet in my own creation of pool. Still, I got to thank those people who have been walking with me, or guiding me through this phase of life with me. I guess I have gotten over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I may be just a passer-by to your life, a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you definitely meant more than a stranger to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So long till we meet and talk like we used to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not as acquaintances  but as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm looking towards that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take lots of care, my friend."&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/5088026011714986980-4504841743820047129?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4504841743820047129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=4504841743820047129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4504841743820047129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4504841743820047129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/apologies.html' title='apologies'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-6718742278731178867</id><published>2008-05-25T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:58:37.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog ratings</title><content type='html'>Check this out~ My blog is a good blog. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="105" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/rated_g.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:&lt;br /&gt;hell (1x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-6718742278731178867?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/6718742278731178867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=6718742278731178867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/6718742278731178867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/6718742278731178867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-ratings.html' title='blog ratings'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-560356577894148079</id><published>2008-05-23T18:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:18:46.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurray~; boo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't believe that I survived through jobless days because &lt;u&gt;makansutra&lt;/u&gt; closed down for revamp which took about three weeks. That is also the reason why I'm so good and free to do tutorials. x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, the good news is &lt;u&gt;makansutra&lt;/u&gt; at the&lt;u&gt; gluttons bay&lt;/u&gt; is opened today! which also means that I going to have a job again! Hurray~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, I can't start work yet. (BOO~) Because I need to focus on my ICAs especially &lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;marketing management&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for these two weeks.(BOO~) &lt;strong&gt;ITS KILLING ME~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-560356577894148079?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/560356577894148079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=560356577894148079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/560356577894148079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/560356577894148079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hurray-boo.html' title='hurray~; boo~'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-2586902470034980549</id><published>2008-05-21T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:05:21.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diversion of purpose</title><content type='html'>I dissipated my day at home. I laid out my plans for the day and cancelled some. The extra time can be exploit to do my marketing management report. HOWEVER, its not used efficiently and effectively. This is killing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-2586902470034980549?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2586902470034980549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=2586902470034980549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2586902470034980549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2586902470034980549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/diversion-of-purpose.html' title='diversion of purpose'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-2193768351182778265</id><published>2008-05-20T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:33:03.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>devil within me</title><content type='html'>I'm so unwell, fighting with a &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devil&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; within me. A very evil devil that causes annoyance in my head. &lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throwing up&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stuff that are in the process of being digested is something I dislike most. Especially after a cup of pink syrup with milk (bandung) which made the residue looked as if its mixed with 'blood'. Oh man, I hate to picture that again. I know its gross. So please don't throw up on your keyboard. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-2193768351182778265?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2193768351182778265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=2193768351182778265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2193768351182778265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2193768351182778265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/devil-within-me.html' title='devil within me'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3943915554518555411</id><published>2008-05-19T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:51.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guests; intruders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wouldn't call them guests but intruders. They came to my house without giving me any notice. I was totally shocked though. And worst still, my mom was the culprit to bring them in. Oh man, sound so serious, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They are my colleagues, Chris [my favourite sister] and Vincent [my full of tattoos brother]. No worries and there's no need to call the police '999' for arrestment. x) They came to my house because they got nothing to do at home. (What the hell?) They came to use my computers to play games and surf net. Can't they do that at home? LOLS. Luckily, they had something in exchange for computers and they're their PSP and DS Lite. So they play our computers, we play theirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202048710756062754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SDFjvaTk1iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aJ85JCbMDMw/s200/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing games: CS and Audition&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202048706461095442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SDFjvKTk1hI/AAAAAAAAAKo/p9QGSSdOOIg/s200/DSC01422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tattoo Brother: Vincent&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202048702166128130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SDFju6Tk1gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ALo_Z00F6QA/s200/DSC01420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sister: Chris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love them lots! x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3943915554518555411?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3943915554518555411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3943915554518555411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3943915554518555411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3943915554518555411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/guests-intruders.html' title='guests; intruders'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SDFjvaTk1iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aJ85JCbMDMw/s72-c/DSC01424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3363685362186645548</id><published>2008-05-18T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:34:42.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to walk away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You was doing too much but I wasn't doing enough and that's what your friends are saying. I saw you with your new 'girlfriend' and I feel that I must confess. Even though it kills me but i have to say I'll admit that I was impressed. Physically just short of affection but still I got to comment you on your selection. Though I know I shouldn't be concerned but in the back of my mind, I can't help but question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does she reply your msg when you send one even if she's slping? Does she help you to take care of your things? Does she remind you to button your pocket so that your wallet will not fall? Does she chat with you on phone till 5 in the morning? Does she wake you up in the morning for school? Does she cry when she cant contact you? Does she tell you that she misses you when she dont see you? Does she listen to songs you listen even if its in your language and even find the lyric and learnt how to sing? Does she know when you're sad or when you're angry or when you're happy? Does she accompany you out whenever you ask her? Does she do everything I ever did for you? Does she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I can't explain this feeling which I think about it everyday. And even though we've moved on, its just so hard for me to walk away when I can't forget how we used to be. I waited from day to day, hoping you'll come back. I tell myself not to be afraid to move on but it seems I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even though a new guy has given me attention but it doesnt feel the same as your care. Though I know I should be content but I still have questions. Will the incident happen again? What if I aint a good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really miss the things we did and the way we shared our stories and problems, just you and me. My friend, my love, my family. How did I lose a chance of love that seemed meant to be. I cried and hugged my friend and how much I wish it was you. Messages of concern from my friends and how much I wish they were from you. And I realize how much I'm bugging that I really miss you. It just so hard to express this feeling when nobody compares to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I hope you know she'll never love you like I do to give up everything just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3363685362186645548?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3363685362186645548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3363685362186645548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3363685362186645548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3363685362186645548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hard-to-walk-away.html' title='hard to walk away'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-8804471963359879363</id><published>2008-05-16T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:05:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a shoulder for you</title><content type='html'>I may not be the one you need most. I may not be of any of your help. I know I'm too tall and you cant reach my shoulder but no worries, I will lowered it to suit your height for you to cry on. I have not much words to say to console you as I don't have the rights. But what I can say is, please be strong! Show me how you stand after every fall. Be a role model to me and I'll respect that. Tell me what I should do too. Cheer up girl and SMILE!! I love you always. My shoulder and ears are always free for you x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-8804471963359879363?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/8804471963359879363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=8804471963359879363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/8804471963359879363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/8804471963359879363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoulder-for-you.html' title='a shoulder for you'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-4219839563494099310</id><published>2008-05-15T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:51.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>names</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My authentic japanese name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;松尾&lt;/span&gt; Matsuo&lt;/strong&gt; (tail of a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;pine tree)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;美晴&lt;/span&gt; Miharu&lt;/strong&gt; (beautiful clear sky) Quite weird though - tail of a pine tree. Whats that? But I do like the beautiful clear sky. Aint that wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was checking out my name 'wheelynn' on search engine so as to spot those people who wrote about me in their blogs. Well, my name 'wheelynn' is indeed one unique name as most people have 'weilin', 'weeling' and whatever. But no one in this world has 'wheelynn'. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER, &lt;/strong&gt;just recently I found something new. A horse (and I mean a real animal) has the same name as me. So when I search for my name, all those horse races result came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200944624988116450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SC13lKTk1eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gU4wGftR5uc/s320/horse.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I dont know why anybody would thought of this name, especially foreigners. My full name 'Lee Wheelynn' and its real name 'Wheelynn On By'. My zodiac is horse and its a real horse. Kind of coincidence anyway. Well, any of the gods please bless this horse to win many many races! Good Luck Wheelynn On By!! x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-4219839563494099310?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/4219839563494099310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=4219839563494099310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4219839563494099310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/4219839563494099310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-jap-name.html' title='names'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SC13lKTk1eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gU4wGftR5uc/s72-c/horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-1709152948161059333</id><published>2008-05-14T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:53.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unreasonable; irresponsible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I can say? Unreasonable wait. Irresponsible lady. 10 people waiting for 1 stranger and for more than 3 hours. Damn, you must be kidding me. What on earth does make up mean so much to you? Studies / make up? Girls who do make ups and are still studying pls comment at my tagboard! Which would you give up if you can only choose one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2B6Tk1SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NFWL8qQ4NqA/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200239232444323106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2B6Tk1SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NFWL8qQ4NqA/s200/DSC01417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not enough of one picture? I have more! lols. oh ya, click on the picture to see a bigger picture of that girl.x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2CqTk1TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dxCF6W1GRdA/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200239245329225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2CqTk1TI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dxCF6W1GRdA/s200/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2C6Tk1UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LK7x91bp6PQ/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200239249624192322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2C6Tk1UI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LK7x91bp6PQ/s200/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was on purpose that I took so much photos because I couldnt take it anymore. kuanleng, I understand how you felt. x) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2DqTk1VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OQOX-Gs2y2I/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200239262509094226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2DqTk1VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OQOX-Gs2y2I/s200/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of rantings. Anyway, a group of teenagers going to this memorial park for fuck, you may ask? Well, we're very good students and singaporeans learning more about singapore history! [*wicked smile] I'm just kidding. We're there for NE project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200242221741561234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr4v6Tk1ZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/e_O4ZQrXUbo/s200/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200239283983930722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2E6Tk1WI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Vv2QnTsGbxM/s200/DSC01408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200242213151626610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr4vaTk1XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hJEonS5Iqzs/s200/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;happy family! x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-1709152948161059333?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1709152948161059333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=1709152948161059333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1709152948161059333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1709152948161059333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/unreasonable-irresponsible.html' title='unreasonable; irresponsible'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCr2B6Tk1SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NFWL8qQ4NqA/s72-c/DSC01417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-5203057195789334609</id><published>2008-05-13T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:59:37.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ties that can never be broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Friendship ties.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;u&gt; Family ties.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;Teacher-Student ties. &lt;/s&gt;and many more ties in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship relationships can be broken, forgotten. Teacher-Student relationships can be gone in a short while and end contact. But for family relationships, there's blood flowing in it. No matter how much hatred there is in the family, its still family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deny that my aunt is not my aunt. But afterall facing the reality, she is. No matter how much I hate her, she's still my aunt. I hate her for causing so much trouble in the family. I hate her causing my grandmother to be so troubled and so naggy. I hate her for making the whole family to be so cautious of their money. But she's still my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope any of gods in this world, bless her and help her to stop loaning money, stop gambling and stop making everyone to hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-5203057195789334609?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5203057195789334609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=5203057195789334609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5203057195789334609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/5203057195789334609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/ties-that-can-never-be-broken.html' title='ties that can never be broken'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-1857752408072406323</id><published>2008-05-08T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmj16Tk1RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KmhmlIm3xR8/s1600-h/Old-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199867391355704594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmj16Tk1RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KmhmlIm3xR8/s200/Old-woman.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senile: an illness that anyone of us might get when we're &lt;s&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. But I got it at the age of 18, my goodness. Well, I was just kidding. It's really a bad day for me though. Why? Because I just fucking left my thumbdrive, with my house key attached to it, at the lab today. Damn it. Even though there is'nt any important stuff inside [all school works! hees x)], I still don't wish to waste my money to purchase a new one. Worst still, I happened to notice that I misplaced my thumbdrive when I reached home! And that's about 3 to almost 4 hours? Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'm able to get it back! Any of the gods in this world, please bless me. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-1857752408072406323?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/1857752408072406323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=1857752408072406323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1857752408072406323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/1857752408072406323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/senile.html' title='senile'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmj16Tk1RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KmhmlIm3xR8/s72-c/Old-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-722521663338247351</id><published>2008-05-07T19:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:53.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study / tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmjYKTk1QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mKqbsWiL9aY/s1600-h/world.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199866880254596354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmjYKTk1QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mKqbsWiL9aY/s200/world.gif" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is the world outside Singapore like? (Especially the ones far far away from here.) If I have the money, time and opportunity or anyone has them, I guessed we will all want to tour around the world. Open our eyes to the sceneries, touch little things, hug big things, smell and hear all different accents which we cant do just by looking at pictures and push all to imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had the opportunity to study overseas for four to five months in either france, finland, german, ireland or korea. If I'm able to study overseas, I'll get credits for one semester which is not going to tally together with my three years' gpa. Thats a great deal! x) Now that I got the time and opportunity but I dont have the money. I need about 10K?!? Thats a huge sum though. I'll just pray hard that I'm able to get that sum of money! Wish me luck! x)&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/5088026011714986980-722521663338247351?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/722521663338247351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=722521663338247351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/722521663338247351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/722521663338247351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/study-tour.html' title='study / tour'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmjYKTk1QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mKqbsWiL9aY/s72-c/world.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-2285064454372096246</id><published>2008-05-06T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:53.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urge; temptation</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a strong feeling to do something but you cant because of some reasons? Damn, I guess lots of people out there would just do it when they got the feeling, dont they? How many of them would actually give up the urge to do what they wanted to do? How many of them got the preserverance to control and let go? But I can truly tell everyone that I'm one of them who is persistence, preserverance and strong enough to push that urge away. Well, at least for most of the times, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197324201385146930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCCa0xYaOjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L-UCRTyaYtA/s320/DSC01039.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much urge, temptation and enticement to send messages to someone whom I should forget and let go. I've got so much things to share with him. I want to tell him what happened yesterday, today and whats my plan for tomorrow. I want to tell him that I still love him so much. I want to know what hes doing right now. I want to hear his voice again. I want to be with him, really. But I really got to let go of him. I need to get him out of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-2285064454372096246?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/2285064454372096246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=2285064454372096246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2285064454372096246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/2285064454372096246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/urge-temptation.html' title='urge; temptation'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCCa0xYaOjI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/L-UCRTyaYtA/s72-c/DSC01039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5088026011714986980.post-3250119448611809297</id><published>2008-05-05T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:03:54.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmiHqTk1PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JmgvEaJ1sLE/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199865497275127026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmiHqTk1PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JmgvEaJ1sLE/s200/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I got to apologise that I havent been blogging for a very long time. Reason: I need to work! Secondly, welcome to my new blog. This is totally opened to public x) All thoughts and feelings will be written down. Lastly, if you're going to mess with me, please leave! thanks! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5088026011714986980-3250119448611809297?l=concealed-devotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/feeds/3250119448611809297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5088026011714986980&amp;postID=3250119448611809297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3250119448611809297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5088026011714986980/posts/default/3250119448611809297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://concealed-devotion.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>jyne/lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15629680236193459981</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/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SVajo5H9g9I/AAAAAAAAAVM/39MmNzn92OI/S220/DSC02060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TWy31WJ7lPs/SCmiHqTk1PI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JmgvEaJ1sLE/s72-c/DSC00908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
