<?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-26149404</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:58:10.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mixed Emotions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-3887761655934668487</id><published>2007-03-28T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T07:23:37.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RENT</title><content type='html'>It's playing right now on my DVD. You know, RENT, the musical. IT's actually a broadway musical but it just recently got made into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty controversial story, about a group of bohemiens in NY just trying and barely getting by. Includes a cross-dresser who is with another male, a pair of lesbians, drugs, etc. And not to mention about 90% of the characters actually have HIV. One even dies of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! WARNING: Never, NEVER EVER watch in front of your narrow-minded parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout Maureen/Joanne or Collins/Angel's duet my father couldn't stop making outraged noises. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; should be the one doing that. He's ruining one of my favourite musicals!! He even called it a 'bad show' cos it promotes homosexuality and such. So I said "Only you think that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you ever think like that, okay!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..... Sometimes, I'm thankful that I didn't inherit &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of his traits. I'm grateful for all the other things, but I'm also immensely grateful that I'm not that narrow-minded or judgemental. Imagine if everyone were like him. People like those in the show die because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me wonder, what if I brought home a girlfriend one day. I'm not a les, but I'm not closed off to the idea. That also doesn't mean I'm gonna go look for one specifically. But I won't turn someone down just cos of a person's gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, think about it: "Love know's no bounds", "All you need is Love". How can people promote that and still be so choosy about who you love? Or worse, who &lt;em&gt;other people&lt;/em&gt; love. Like it is seriously any of their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I've said these all before, but I'll say it again and again because I believe it's something worth repeating. If there's any religion to worship, it's Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-3887761655934668487?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/3887761655934668487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=3887761655934668487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/3887761655934668487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/3887761655934668487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/03/rent.html' title='RENT'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-4378687485523096167</id><published>2007-03-27T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:49:34.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3's the Magic Number</title><content type='html'>I passed 2.01 for motorcycle on the third try. Tomorrow I'm going for 2.02 for the 3rd time also. My turnings are still wide.Well, I'll try again and again till i get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-4378687485523096167?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4378687485523096167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=4378687485523096167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/4378687485523096167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/4378687485523096167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/03/3s-magic-number.html' title='3&apos;s the Magic Number'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-4872905990260748262</id><published>2007-03-18T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T05:33:05.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>I almost typed in the same title. I don't know why I feel so angsty. I don't like it. I want to be happy. But there are so many worries. I have so many things I want to do but I don't think Im trying enough to do them. It's my own fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a diet again starting tomorrow. I think the root cause of all this is my weight. I seemed fine when I was working towards the goal of losing weightr. Maybe that's what I'm lacking - a solid goal to work towards to. If it's one thing I've learnt about myself, is if there is no goal to work towards to, I hardly work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-4872905990260748262?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4872905990260748262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=4872905990260748262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/4872905990260748262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/4872905990260748262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/03/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-168315291111528253</id><published>2007-03-09T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:05:17.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>Or does it seem like I'm an utter failure in everything. Maybe it's because I have  brother that's better in almost everything that matters just 1 year older than me, and I seem to live in his shadow. Or that I have a sister 2 years younger that is mroe talented in ways that are useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me useless? I just wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone thinks that. Not anyone in my family. But sometimes, it just makes me feel that way. I guess my attitude has some contributions towards that to. But often, I feel like I'm not wanted... That's too harsh. Perhaps just that I don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remind myself more oftent than not that I don't care what other people think of me. And I think because of that I try too hard. I overdo it a lot. But if I don't, I get really insecure. Hell, even when I do it I still feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I won't pass my driving. I'm afraid of not pasgin my motorcycle lessons. I'm afraid I make shitty short films and I won't get accepted anywhere, school or corporate. I'm afraid I'll lose my friends with the shitty way I treat them. I'm afraid I'll let my family dwn in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I can do it. I can do anything I say I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that sounds pretty desperate too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-168315291111528253?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/168315291111528253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=168315291111528253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/168315291111528253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/168315291111528253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-7874233560382406936</id><published>2007-02-27T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:50:18.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much better</title><content type='html'>Yes, as you can see, I'm feeling much better now. I guess I just needed some company. MY sis took care of that. We had a nice dinner last night. Topped by a generous amount of shopping where I bought a new m)phosis jacket. It was 50% off. My sis paid for me. I wanted to treat her to tcc (she was eyeing the brownie) but it was full-house. Too bad. We went for bubble tea instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt muh better when I went ofr driving today. Mostly because I got my group instructor, Mr Ting who I talk a lot with. Well, more than usualy anyway. Haha. My courses went quite well. I hit a kerb once when I was outside on the road though. And he says I need to be careful, ensure I do my safety-checks and stuff. And my turning. My circuit is still fairly ok. But I do tend to get a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Studio Project presentation and I forgot! I have to go for my brothers prize presentation in the morning. Hopefully I can get back in time. Nobody else is here to go except me and Ka. So I must go. I think it'll be no problem though. It starts at 0800hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The School Bullying Project pitch is postphoned to Friday. Lucky for me. I'm still trying to figure out how to pitch it. My sis gave me some pointers (well, she is a business student) and hopefully it'll be ok. I think my teacher did give us some notes on how to pitch an ideae before but i can't find them. I'll just have to make do. So I'm going to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-7874233560382406936?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7874233560382406936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=7874233560382406936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/7874233560382406936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/7874233560382406936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/much-better.html' title='Much better'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-8231803179216018575</id><published>2007-02-27T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:20:08.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So freaking....argh!!</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to describe it!! I went for my riding stage 2.01 today and it was a total Failure!!! Yes! With the capital 'F'!! Scratch that. Make it capital everything. FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I saw soooo many omens. I had a bad feeling from way before I even left my house. I had a stomachache. Then the feeling of anxiety wouldn't go away. I got the number 4... I should have changed the bloody number. I saw it and I went, "Shit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought, don't be so superstitious. It's all your own skill. The number has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tell myself that again, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad I almost cried! On the course! I almost wanted to tell my instructor that I wanted to stop and go back. I think the only reason why I didn't was that firstly, I had to find him and, secondly, I would have to stop at god-knows-what obstacle beside him to talk to him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And considering how my stopping was throughout the whole lesson, I didn't think that was very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... anyway, I convinced my sis to bring me to Fish &amp; co. to eat the smoked salmon salad. Hopefully, that'll cheer me up. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-8231803179216018575?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8231803179216018575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=8231803179216018575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/8231803179216018575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/8231803179216018575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-freakingargh.html' title='So freaking....argh!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-546203302110316263</id><published>2007-02-26T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:28:43.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT Got In!!</title><content type='html'>YEah!!! My Threadless submission got it!!! It's in the scoring charts now!!! BUt I went to see the comments. So far, not that good. Lots of people scored but according tot he comments, the work's unfunished. Looking at it, I kinda agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no harm in scoring for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link below!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/submission/110854/I_ll_give_you_my_clover" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadless.com/subbanner/110854/banner1.png" border="0" width="220" height="119" alt="My Threadless.com Submission " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't work, go to &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/submission/110854/I_ll_give_you_my_clover"&gt;http://www.threadless.com/submission/110854/I_ll_give_you_my_clover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-546203302110316263?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/546203302110316263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=546203302110316263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/546203302110316263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/546203302110316263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-got-in.html' title='IT Got In!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-1212977173922780775</id><published>2007-02-22T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:11:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Score for ME!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey I just put a slogan up on Threadless.com. Go check it out and score for me!! (just means giving me points so that my slogan would get chosen to get printed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were five, I'd wish I were a grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-1212977173922780775?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1212977173922780775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=1212977173922780775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/1212977173922780775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/1212977173922780775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/score-for-me.html' title='Score for ME!!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-4842718182023008224</id><published>2007-02-21T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:29:41.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for it...</title><content type='html'>It's confirmed, our KL trip is from 5th to 7th March. More updates then, if I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another 'funniest/stupidest' mistakes you can ever make in driving today. Haha. It was my first auto lesson. And I turned into the wrong lane. My teacher still went "Excuse me! Excuse me!" And I was going "What?! What?!" Hahaha. I only found out about 10-15 what's later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I mentioned my driving simulator test either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to listen to the instructions given by the simulator. She said turn right, I turned right. Then she sai "Turn left at the next signal." Ok. So I put my signal on. Then the instrutor at the back said, "Turn Left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. I heard the woman.", I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn left, turn left!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, I heard you the first time. I have to slow down and stop at the Stop Line first if not it's a fail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stopped at the stop line. "Turn left!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned.....right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had auditions for the stepmom rle today but in the end we decided to use Dan Lin's mom anyway. Haha. Got some Monk and gambling in-between anyway. Lost over $6. I don't think I'm cut out to be a gambler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent parents, younger sis, aunt, uncle, cousin, her hubby and the baby off to australia today. Will be mostly alone for the next 11 days cos kor's mostly not home and Ka has her own home now. I'll survive. Not the first time - not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast and whole day with Ka tomorrow though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-4842718182023008224?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4842718182023008224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=4842718182023008224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/4842718182023008224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/4842718182023008224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/waiting-for-it.html' title='Waiting for it...'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-6357001651222289309</id><published>2007-02-17T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:03:54.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Good!!!</title><content type='html'>It's 2 minutes into Chinese New Year according to my computer clock. Happy New Year everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I had lots of things to say at first but now I'm kinda tired and I don't know what to say. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try some Photoshop for t-shirt design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-6357001651222289309?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6357001651222289309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=6357001651222289309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/6357001651222289309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/6357001651222289309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/think-good.html' title='Think Good!!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-157197902048888443</id><published>2007-02-09T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T07:14:49.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on!</title><content type='html'>It's almost the end of my semester. 3 more weeks to go!!! Only Studio Project to last through. Then it's done!! But we have anoher volunteery project about school bullying after that. Half the holday will be gone but I'm just hoping that the fun will be wrth it. It will be our first industry project so it will be a great chance to see what people really expect of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the 3rd stage of my driving!!! Whoopie!!!! I'm going through the circuit courses now. Today was a little horrible though cos I had 2 sessions in one day. 1 session is 100 minutes. So my driving was in the 2nd session and my concentration level was low. But my dear instructor passed me 2 subjects anyway. He's my designated group's instructor and we're quite talkative. So he knows my style I know his style. So we're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my 2nd session. What was my 1st of the day? It was my riding lesson!!! Haha. I'm learning the motorcycle. It was my 3rd lesson but only 2nd subject. Because I failed 1.02 the previous time so I had to come back again. But I was good this time. My mom hates me taking riding though. I signed up with my brother that day and we didn't tell her. She found out about my brother first but I only told her last week. Now she says she forbids us buying bikes. What's the use of he lessons then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bike is more cost efficent. It's environmentally freindly. It's not that dangerous if you're a safe rider (which I am). So I don't get her deal. But we'll see more about that when I pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QL got her results today. Surprisingly, she got a 12!! Yay!! So she's getting anything she wants and a thousand bucks. Now, why didn't I get such incentives before? Cos I didn't need the motivation to study? Not like I studied a lot, but I did make an effort. And I didn't start only a month before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got 12 cos she got an A1 for emglish. That doens't count as better than me! The dragon year exams were rigged! Honestly. English was the paper where everyone got a grade which they didn't expect. I got a B3!! I had never gotten a B for English before that. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous of QL or anything. I'm happy for her. Cos we were all so worried at first. She wasn't studying. But 'O'-levels are so important. How could they do that to us - the biggest batch in twelve years!! My dad said it may have been because they didn't mark one section. That's bloody unfair. But I've set my mine to prove those idiots wrong. I'll be good at what I do and one day when I become a great, world-renowned director, I'll make a movie about them. That will kill their reputation!!!! Muahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the good news. Now for the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening all around me? Xiao Yin's mum just passed away. Two mornings ago. I was so shocked when I heard about it. From Khian Wui no less. I guess she didn't tell me or Yue directly was because we'd be too... how do you say... affected? we knew her better, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first received Khian Wui's message, I didn't know who he was refereing to, cos I didn;t have his number. Then I confirmed it was her mother. Not her grandmother. When he confirmed that it was her mother, I was dumbstruck. Literally. You don't get that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I shot my short film in her house just a couple of weeks ago and her mum was so healthy then. we saw her as she came home from the market. She was talking to her neighbours, she bought breakfast for her children. I messaged Yin to confirm it. She replied, "Yup. Ystd mrning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how was I supposed to react to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I called her up and talked to her for a while. It was a virus of some kind but I didn't ask too much. She was trying to hang in there, I could tell. "Just have to move on," she said. Hai..... We're going to the wake tomorrow. Along with most 4E2 friends I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..... today. An ambulance parked at our block. I wasn't home, but my mum and dad were. It's the house above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were coming back (after dinner after my driving), an undertaker was in the carpark. Our neighbour was coming down the stairs just as we were about to go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you take the lift, because my mother jus died and they're bringing the body down now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ussually if we take the lift we fgo to the 4th floor, but they &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; on the 4th floor. So we took to the 16th and walked down. Called our brother who was on the way home to wait a while at the bus stop. By the time we came back down to the 4th floor, the undertakers were gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-157197902048888443?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/157197902048888443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=157197902048888443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/157197902048888443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/157197902048888443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2007/02/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring it on!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-116468550292405619</id><published>2006-11-27T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:45:02.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy a Tee-shirt!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I just bought 2 tee-shirts from Threadless.com. It's an online tee-shirt shop where people submit their designs and they get printed. I think i've told you already anyway. Well the 2 tee-shirts are not for me anywya. One is for my younger sis and one is for Jin, who's birthday is today, anyway. And it's his birthday present. Hahah. I still have to wait 2-4 weeks for the shipping to arrive. So, it's gonna be a very very belated birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's quite busy now. An onslaught of homework is coming in. One after another. The shortfilm's script is a constant pain in the neck. Hardly any progress in that area. CP4 is a killer though, so unlike last semester's CP3. We seem to have the most workload from that. Editing has just come up with a new assignment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school now actually. Doing aditing for CP4's magazine story. Then later I ahvet o go off to celebrate Jin's birthday with the class. Then come back again. Then we'll meet for a short while later again for another mini-celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, btw, visit Threadless.com. Christmas sale going on now. $10 per tee!! which, plus shipping, is about S$20. Quite worth it for a limited edition tee. And refer to my website if you do buy anything. Muahahah. I get points!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-116468550292405619?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/116468550292405619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=116468550292405619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116468550292405619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116468550292405619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/11/buy-tee-shirt.html' title='Buy a Tee-shirt!!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-116288167083870862</id><published>2006-11-06T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:41:10.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Film!!</title><content type='html'>Hey babes. How'cha doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ddn't know it's been so long since my previous update. Honestly. Quite busy lah. And now is really busy lor. This sem is a killer. It's so confusing. Especially Producing. If the pay weren't so high for a Producer I'd swear it off my list of ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's been up in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for a combination of 3 modules each of us have to complate a short film of 4-6 mins (or 6-8. Can't remember). And because of that, I'm searching for actors. But here's the catch: my script this time round is about a gay couple facing prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep, people!! There I go again. Any volunteers? Come one, it's a great experience!! To act, I mean. I.... THINK... there will be pay. (Take pity on me. The pay will come from MY OWN pocket, since I'm the Producer, and I have a very very very very limited budget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone my 2 main characters to be age between 19-23. Must look young lah, huh. Cos there's a scene where he's in school uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!! I'm getting an offer right now trough my MSN!!! WOOHHOOOOO!!! See you guys later. If interested, or know anyone who is, add me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloom1316_0111_7788@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-116288167083870862?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/116288167083870862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=116288167083870862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116288167083870862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116288167083870862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/11/short-film.html' title='Short Film!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-116074805087510630</id><published>2006-10-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:00:50.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>It's the last official day of my holidays. I really don't know whether to be grateful or not. I can find others things to do (I've seem to have found a lot more things to do at the end). On the other hand, I want to get this course over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, half of me dreads going back. Politics are starting to come up in the class and I absolutely hate that. Hai.... That's a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one of my best friend's blog while looking for mine on the search engine just now. Surprise. She was the one who helped me set up this site. Visit it below. It's the only link I have. The only friend of mine who really blogs. I'm going to bug the hell out of her for not linking her blog to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started trying to design some tee-shirts for the site &lt;a href="www.threadless.com"&gt;threadless.com&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experiment. Some designs are repeated but maybe placed differently, executed differently. I've submitted 6 designs so far but already, 3 have been rejected. Haha. 2 are secondary designs (designs which are made up of the combination of the others) and one is the one I completed in about half an hour. The ones that really matter are still there. I'm still waiting for the email to say they've been officially accepted though. Yes. Officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once it's through, I have to promote it. And I'll need whoever's reading this to at least vote fo my design for it to get printed. And maybe win something too. not sure what. Don't care. Who cares as long as you win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my cousin's house now and the baby's playing behind me with my younger sis and my bro. Cute. Especially since he's quite wary of my bro as he's not around often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was announced at the briefing this past Monday that our (School) Director expects ALL of us to pass our NAPFA test. Of course he does... when he has recruited trainers for us! Hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been excercising EVERYDAY since then. Half push-ups(push-ups done with hands on the table. Hey! big accomplishment for me!!) And jogging 2.4km. The minimum I need for the 2.4 is, I think, 20 mins. On a treadmill I was 16.5 mins. But on a real track I only accomplished it just under 20 mins. Well, I can only get better from there!! I walked half the time for the anyway. And couldn't speak for about 20 mins after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised by the results as in Secondary school, I was the only girl who failed and so many others had to help and encourage me while I passed it. They practically dragged me for a period of time. Hahah. OMG. I guess I've gained more willpower from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gtg. Going home now. BB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;LYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-116074805087510630?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/116074805087510630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=116074805087510630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116074805087510630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116074805087510630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/10/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-116045405604927426</id><published>2006-10-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:20:56.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Hm... Seems like I haven't been updating for very long. I just looked over my previous post. About a dream. Well. I've had wiereder things going on in my mind when I was sleeping than that since then. Trust me. I had lunch with Lee Kuan Yew. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've passed the halfway mark of my 3-year journey to a diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job that took up the first 3 weeks of my semestral break which I'm currently at the end of now. So I'm 600 bucks richer. I was involved in the theatre production Diaspora. Maybe some of you heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to submitting a tee-shirt design to Threadless yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting on a script that I'll need to produce in this coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun with my friends at a chalet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 3 bbqs in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for accupuncture for my face. It looks a bit sharper now. Just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Eric told us about our school's director's plan to make us all pass our NAPFA test yesterday. I have done about 70 push-ups since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on the latest chapter of Without You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to work harder to have some stuff to post on the net to let people view my work. "Make use of what's there! This is the Digital Age!!", says Mr. Yang Tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-116045405604927426?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/116045405604927426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=116045405604927426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116045405604927426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/116045405604927426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-115182925216072981</id><published>2006-07-02T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:34:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Dream</title><content type='html'>I had a wierd dream last night. And when I say wierd, it was... mind-numbingly wierd. Not dumb. But... wierd. And it made me go 'Oh. My. God.' It's enough for me to prompt me into writing in my blog. That wierd. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... hm... how to explain. I remember the gist of it. It had some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I liked this guy and a lot of other of my friends liked him too but... erm... I think both of us eloped or something. I remember it started at a swimming pool. But I don't really remember how. We were hanging out there, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we did run, people started chasing us. So we ran. Then. then.... There was some dialouge which was wierd too. There was a car chase. Or something. Or we were trying to run to the car to get away. A bit of biting, I think. Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't remember how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-115182925216072981?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/115182925216072981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=115182925216072981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115182925216072981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115182925216072981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/07/wierd-dream.html' title='Wierd Dream'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-115157910171583494</id><published>2006-06-29T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T04:05:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's In</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven't updated in a while. You have t forgive me. My school work requires me to be at the computer so often I can't hep thinking of work when I'm typing any length. It's Thursday, the starting of the week back at school from my 2 week holiday. whihc had a lot of homework. but i've handed in 2. completed one. i have one more to go and I'm avoiding it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the hollidays I went back to Hillgrove for Alumni band. It went well. I still suck at my saxophone so no change there. I was surprised that the juniors there actually recognise me. Because I certainly do not recognise them. Can't remember their name snow either. I may be going back tomorrow. I skippied the previous practise to rush my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow, most probably in the morning I may be going out with Ben, Tiff and Sherry again for a movie. Superman.   Oh, that reminds me, I have to remind Ben to bring the King and the Clown DVD. Shhh.... The movie hasn't even stopped showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking bout that, ben and TIff told me the day we went out (we were meant to go for this buffet that was very good but Jing predicted it'd be closed for renovation, which it was, coincidentally, so we at Suki Sushi instead) that they had 4 gay encounters, and proceeded to tell me all about them, seeing as how I was so interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite dumb acutally. 3 of them were movies. King and the Clown, Billy Elliot, and this foreign movie that they saw in Cine, Crazy, or something. I want to go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other was when they went to the toilet, Ben saw 2 sets of feet in a cubicle, in a position that was obvious what they were doing, and they were doing agaisnt the door. At first he thought it was a guy and a girl. He finished his own business, came out, told Tiff, and they set off. Only to turn back and wait outside to satisfy their morbid curiosity. They don't even like gays. Well, they only saw one guy come out. They didn't wait to see the other. Again, dumb. Hai... But without friends like these, how am I going to get my gay news, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm on this diet which requires me to not eat anything else but... vegetables, fruits, etc. Well, the 1st day was fruits, 2nd day vegeetable, 3rd day both today bananas and milk tomorrow rice and tomato.... again etc. It's a seven day thingy. I've tried to begin it twice. Only this time seems to be going well. Really, all I have to do is last through the first day, and the rest is easy. I love all the things in the diet, anyway. So it's ok. We'll see how it goes, when I have to go out with friends tomorrow. That's the real hard part. But I'll take it a step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. FF time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-115157910171583494?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/115157910171583494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=115157910171583494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115157910171583494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115157910171583494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/06/schools-in.html' title='School&apos;s In'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-115037473188548181</id><published>2006-06-15T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T05:32:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skating</title><content type='html'>This aftrnoon, I went roller blading for the first time in.. what? 6, 7, 8 years? And I only fell on my butt once!! What a miracle, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all my guards on. Eldows, knee, wrist, head. And I fell on my butt. Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alumni band tomorrow at Hillgrove. And I also haven't played my tenor in a long long long long time. I hope I still remember how to. But at least now I can put my 2K sax to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Back to homework. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-115037473188548181?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/115037473188548181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=115037473188548181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115037473188548181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115037473188548181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/06/roller-skating.html' title='Roller Skating'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-115018331056139893</id><published>2006-06-13T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T00:22:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Informal interviews</title><content type='html'>I am soooo nervous ans anxious. I'm currently in school on this holiday. Why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just spoken with Mr Eugene in an informal interview for those who want to go for the SIGGRAPGH trip in Boston, USA. I really really want to go. More for the experiance than anything. Only 20 are allowed to go, 32 want to go, 22 showed up today, 9 are 3rd years with top priorities, 11 out of the 13 left are able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really want to go. He asked me questions like why sould I be able to go and I gave him some rubbish answers. Ok...not rubbish, I did look up the conference website and some courses they were offering, and narrowed down 3 that i want to join. But the answers I gave him didn't seem sufficient!! Ok, so the 1st couple of questions were alright. I told him I wanted to learn some tips on how to incorporate animation into film..blahblah... My results were alright.. blah... I can handle my work from the 2 weeks I'm gone cos I (insert rubbish here)... blahblahblah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then he asked me... erm.. "Which part of animation are you specifically interested in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like....didn't I just say that? And then it just went down hill from there. The last minute or 2. I was just repeating and repeating the stuff I had already said. And Mr Eugene can get this very serious and totally intense look on his face. I was freaked! But... I dunno.... I still stand a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think I can stand being the 2 who couldn't make it today. Hope I get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-115018331056139893?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/115018331056139893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=115018331056139893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115018331056139893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/115018331056139893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/06/informal-interviews.html' title='Informal interviews'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114986932335856199</id><published>2006-06-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:08:43.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batam</title><content type='html'>No time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays just started. 2 weeks. Batam tomorrow for the whole day. Hopefully it'll be nice. Lot's of homework. Pushing all other activities away to finish them first before enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114986932335856199?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114986932335856199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114986932335856199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114986932335856199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114986932335856199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/06/batam.html' title='batam'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114934823158787969</id><published>2006-06-03T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:23:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ok... So I sorta lost track of what I wanted to say to continue my last post. But that was 3D modelling day so I guess I'll continue from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually do love 3D modelling. Maybe because we know more of how to control the program. We were trained mostly in Maya last semester, using 3D Max for only a few weeks at the end. But we are using Max now for 3D modelling and I have somehow grasped it more firmly than I ever expected to. Our new assignment is to construct a head, which I think I have mentioned before. I'm constructing a Faerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have the general shape of the head. Only, now I have to go on to subdivision and I don't know how to. I'm still trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jing, Tiff, Ben Shrry and I went to Bugis Street. I actually arrived about an hour early cos my Dad was sending Sis there for a job-something. So I hitched a ride but then I had nothing to do. So I went shopping for a Present for Jas, whom we were celebrating the birthday for that night. But her actual birthday is on Sunday. I bought a bracelet from Perlini's Silver. They had 50% off. I only paid $6 for it. It's the thought that counts!! And it was sweet and simple, although I had never even seen here put on a bracelet before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wetn scouting for diamond earrings for Mum;s birthday. But I ound out today that Dad and Sis had already bought it last night at West Mall. And they were the ones who asked me to check it out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acutally typing this without looking at the keyboard. I'm getting lots of typos but I actually am quite accurate, considering. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought ome ingredients for baking when we went to West Mall just now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way off topic. I haven't even finished my Bugis Street. Bought a bag. We all bought military jackets/coats as a group thingy. The largest was L. I took that but it still doesn't reach around my chest. Well, what can I say? I have a big chest. I've learnt it's nothing to be ashamed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then... Oh, the bag I bought was some airlines thingy which my parents said I could get for free. I don't belive it one bit. I bought it for $28 (down from $33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then!!!!! MCR!!!!!!!! Oh my god! I spotted a My Chemical Romance Tee. $10. They had 3 designs bought I didn't have enough money so I bought only one. The one that had their CD cover on it. They were all printed, by the way. And the original one I spotted was one of a picture they had taken with their hands ll covered in blood. Another one was another drwaing thatw I had never seen before. I'm going to get those other 2 anyway. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I was in love with MCR, anyway? Well, I am. They are extrodinary. Ok, that's an exagerration. But I do love them and admire them so much. I love Gerard, the lead singer. He's cute. Can you belive he actually completed art school before he went on to join the band. He drew cartoons and stuff for Cartoon Network, etc, before that. Even more reason to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drew the picture on thier CD cover, the one that's on the Tee I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually love them so much, just their usic at first. Then I watched their DVD in 'Life on the Murder Scene'. I jsut love Gerard. I actually almost did him for 3D. But I couldn't even sketch him. And I already had my faerie half out anyway. I'll just do him as a side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be baking tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to try and find a way over my 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114934823158787969?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114934823158787969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114934823158787969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114934823158787969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114934823158787969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114913479410832176</id><published>2006-05-31T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:06:34.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've updated. Trust me when I say that, this time, I was really very busy. as you all know I handed in my WD on Monday. No use thinking about it now. But I didn't even come to school on Tuesday because... I didn't want to. And I hadn't finished my Scripwriting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed that in yesterday though. I had filming yesterday. The second and final part of Cinematogrphy assignment. It was the outdoor shoot that we cancelled last week because it was raining. but yesterday, although it did give us a few drops of rain, was &lt;em&gt;scorching&lt;/em&gt; hot. Honestly. My feet were boiling. And the dear dear 16K camera could cook us lunch on it. It was that hot. And thank you very much to Stephanie, the actress, and her bf Nigel who sat through all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sorry. I'll update later. End of class and have to go off to meet my parents at Centrepoint for lunch. BB (bye bye), which is, although slang, not to follow a trend. I jsut shorten my words like that and like to change evrything to an 'yee' sound. Like 'B-gor' or 'Warshi' (water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114913479410832176?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114913479410832176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114913479410832176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114913479410832176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114913479410832176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114888945627256173</id><published>2006-05-29T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:57:36.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts</title><content type='html'>I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand in my WD today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's self-explanetory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geocities.com/melylme/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114888945627256173?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114888945627256173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114888945627256173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114888945627256173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114888945627256173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/hurts.html' title='Hurts'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114847596563336970</id><published>2006-05-24T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T06:06:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Have lots of things to update on so I'll be breifr (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Big Walk that day, ate all that we lost back. We didn't even walk the full 10km cos we had breakfast and arrived late. Can you believe it? But me and mum walked faster. Had blisters on the back of my ankles because I wore ankle socks. Finished in about 2-3 hours whihc is quite a record. Not tired at all. Just painful. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that I had Drama on Saturday but forgot to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.... My web got rejected because I used division instead of tables. So I'm redoing, even the concept, yes. I'm using colour bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, went out with Pyng-Kar and Ee-Jie to Westmall. Had an express manicure for 10 bucks. I painted them Green Grapes. Then bright, cheerful green that is entirely too striking, but that's why I love it. I also had 2 free nail art -- little white and black flowers. I was supposed to be doing my homework, by the way. Oh! And Monday I went for reflexology at Auntie Pun's. At last. The pain eased immediately. But it's still a little sore when I stand on one leg or carry my bag for just a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some things cleared up with my WD teacher as to how to do the last bit of our web and put it up on a live server and how to make my table successful. Received Assignment 2 for Broadcast Graphics which is tottaly going to kill. Because I hardly know how to use the program and now he wants us to recreate the EPL advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Stage Arts Make-Up after that which was fun. In the beginning only 2 people showed up and we were supposed to apply make-up on each other. But the other girl was nervous and did it slowly so I didn't get my turn today, but will be doing it next week. Then we learnt how to wash the brushes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with very, VERY, dramatic make-up and, later when I looked in the mirror at home, very wrong. She put very thick Shaders on my cheeks and I had brown and my normal plae skin. Very distinctive. Must have gone well with my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to start shooting for Cinematogrphy Assignment 1 next week. By the way, I got 19/20 for the test. According to my teacher, we're all 'Certified Cameramen' now. Just said that we need to prectise more with it to gain more confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...almost signed off before I said the last 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our old Canon camera was spoilt so my Dad, with sis, after her job interview, brought it for repair. To Nikon. My Dad didn't even realize until the man said "Sir... your camera is a Canon." He had to think a moment to get it, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when they got it to the right company, they found out that it was because of a manufacturing malfunction and they were no longer producing our model, so they gave him a new one. He's still in shock about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mum and Dad just had a quarrel over.... guess... Bak Zhang. Dumplings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were made by.. dunno whihc family member. There were 10 I think. My Aunt accidentlally took 6. Dad ate 2, Tini Auntie(our new maid, did I say that) took one for breakfast and mum was angry at that. Which I feel is entirely... bad. So what if it's "Limited Edition"? Then they found out that Tini ate it for lunch too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mum blew up and Dad made a sarcastic comment then she shouted then he shouted then she shouted then... you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in defence of Auntie Tini because she was just trying to save money. The dumpling wasn't big and she doesn't eat much. And Mum didn't say anything baout not eating it. And she shouted "Go out and buy lah!!" And she could say that she shouldn't have eaten it for breakfast because there was so much bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Sometimes, I just feel so &lt;em&gt;disgusted&lt;/em&gt; and utterly &lt;em&gt;disappointed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. going to read finish my DDFF(Daily Dose of FanFiction) and then onwards to do homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! Wait. 3D Asg 2 is to build a humanoid head. (Following Assignments will be the body) and I have chosen Faeris from 'Drawing Faeries: A Believer's Guide' by Christopher Hart. A great book. Read it if you find it. It's like a children's book but a drawing one at the same time, and made into a diary/story of a boy who found them and drew them while spending time with them. It's just so inovative. Go look for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114847596563336970?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114847596563336970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114847596563336970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114847596563336970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114847596563336970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114813960849626431</id><published>2006-05-20T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:40:08.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG WALK</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Big Walk Day!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAYYYY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's talk about today first. Went for some Karaoke ten-course thingy. My mum/aunt/uncle's Karaoke class. The food wasn't worth it. Singing... no need to mention. The only good one was my aunt and uncle. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Big Walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my attitude about the Big Walk, which is quite obvious, since I was the one who helped everybody sign up (on my mum's orders, of course). But it's a chance for healthy living in our oh, so lazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is whining and whining about her lost jeans and now about bags. She thinks that Rovina-che, our previous maid) took them with her. Speaking about that, I have to go get ready my stuff too. We have to wake up at around 5am tomorrow to get there early. Traffic will be a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have homework also. And I'll have to remember the steps for my Cinematogrphy practical on the move tomorrow. Then on Monday I'd have to rush my Scriptwriting. And put in the final touches to my 3D car.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114813960849626431?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114813960849626431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114813960849626431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114813960849626431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114813960849626431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-walk.html' title='BIG WALK'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114805798018690799</id><published>2006-05-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:59:40.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>I'm worried about my own results, yes, constantly, because I must make a conscious effort to do well in order to actually make it. But I'm even more worried for QL. I ahve always prided our family for being good study-people, even f we don't like to, I know we can do it. However, only my bro enjoys it, that's why he's the only one getting a scholarship while his three sisters suffer. But we do try, even without much heart, we do try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But QL? She's our last hope, honestly. But she's not doing much to eep those hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro came back today so us 4 siblings and his gf went for a snakc at MacDonald's (yes!! I was only a &lt;em&gt;SNACK&lt;/em&gt;) and we got around talking and asking QL about her mid-year results. It was not good. Scratch that. It was &lt;em&gt;horrendous&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She failed English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The reason why I pride my family in our ability to pass &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; without effort is based substantially on the fact that the English language comes naturally to us!!! Ok. I gt a B3 for 'O's but that was because I didn't even try for the exam. B3 is what you get when you don't try. A1 is what you get when you do. That's our range. It's always been. She &lt;em&gt;failed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I cannot put to words my worry and disappointment. No matter how much I despised English papers in the past, I never failed. Neither did Ka or Kor. It's not boasting, it's jut a fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But QL.... You do understand why I'm afraid for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; regret my results, which already have people asking me why the &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; did I come to Poly. But I felt it an utter failure when I got it. She can't even beat that. She's... I dont' know her exact results... but just now she told us most of them. I think most of them had  a C6-C7. Except English. which she &lt;em&gt;failed&lt;/em&gt;. Chinese, sure. But.. English? I don't know how it got so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave a a prep talk which she obviously didn't like but had to accept. I just hope she takes our words to heart. It's approaching June and he hasn't studied. I say in all truthful fact that I didn't put my all into my 'O's and I regret that now. I hadn't found my study style and I had only a hafkf-hearted mind to do so. But I was already doing ten-year series with Jane in MacDonalds almost everyday. honestly, I didn't do much, didn;t learn much, but I tried to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope QL doesn't read this. It's not meant for her to. I'm just venting. But friends, those that come to my house and do know QL, please, never mention this to her. She feels bad enough already. I'm sure most of us knows how it's like. She knows we're disppointed in her. I just didn't want her to see how deeply &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was. Disappointment is one of the wprst thing to put upon us 3 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... at least I knew I had to work hard when someone started to be disappointd in me. But I don't think QL has learnt that yet. I just hope she works hard, at least to a point where she can still make her own choices and be happy about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114805798018690799?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114805798018690799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114805798018690799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114805798018690799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114805798018690799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114805682867184935</id><published>2006-05-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:40:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><content type='html'>I wanted to tell you guys about this dream the last time but I forgot about it. I can actually remember quite a few details actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Sherry. Tiffany and Ben. I guess it's cos I have always been declining their invitations to go out these past few times. I'm sorry guys!! But I do things very slowly and I know my priorities -- my homework comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I went out with them, then I think I went off to buy a present for Sherry. For her birthday, don't ask me why. I bought a cute big bear then I set about to hide it. I actually couldn't find the three of them by then cos I sneaked off by mself and I don't think I had my handphone on me because I remember thinking, "Where are they? Do they know wheer I am? I don't have a handpone to contact them. Who cares?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hid it on a high shelf that was place at the entrance of a gift shop. And I was wondering how to do that because the lady in the shop was some kind of rival or something from the place where I bought the bear from (I think it was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be next door) and she was very fierce. But I hid it anyway. Then I went of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go back to get something. The bear I think. But it became 2 file (i don't know why) but it was still a present. (Yes...hm....) Then I was holding the bear (ok, I really don't remember the order these few things are in) and the auntie came out and I had a brief thought of 'oh shit' befre she came over and asked me what I was doing and commenting that the bear was cute. I don't know what I said. But I got let off without her really knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go back again to get my bag or something. I don't know. I know that the back and forth happened a couple of times and also that distant emotion (that dreams always have) of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met up with those 3 again and we went off, they asking me where I've been. I said to d something, or other -- some vague reply that they accepted. The files were in my hand and I was trying to either hide them or be inconspicous about them. But we passed by Coffee Bean and I was thinking that Sherry loves Coffee Bean and maybe I should buy that as an impromptu surprise cos that's the kind of gift that I love to buy most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down, somewhere and I tried to act casual as I got up. They asked me where I was going again and I mumbled an unintelligable answer and I walked towards Coffee Bean which was through a narrow walkway to the other side. So I queued up to order, wondering what I should get her as I forgot what she liked &lt;em&gt;specifically&lt;/em&gt; and hoping that they didn't follow me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as dreams have a way of doing so, things ahppen if you envision it too much and they came up behind me and wanted to buy too. The distant feeling (as usual) of disappointment came to me. But I live through. Then I think it ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing this stupid recount of things I only half-remember? Because I feel that this is an indication that I haven't been sening enough time with my friends, more so now that we're in differnt classes, and I alway feel guilty for that. Not only with Sherry, Tiff or Ben but with &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you all know, I love all of you and I treasure you greatly, even though I do not know how to show it, I do. But I'm a lazy ass with no life and do not feel like going out most of the time. Forgive me and love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all still,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114805682867184935?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114805682867184935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114805682867184935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114805682867184935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114805682867184935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114796063059091358</id><published>2006-05-18T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T06:57:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of things to catch up with.... ok... the stupid 9 o'clock show is distracting me. SO I'll write very to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie, my England penpal, sent me a very nice letter a coupla days back. It included some stickers and a batch, all American ( don't aske me mhy) and a Russian chocolate wrapper that her other penpal asked her to pass on. Plus lots of printed pictures of her, her family, and her firends!! Al though blur but I love photographs from other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day we went to West Mall for dinner, I also bought a dairy that had piggies on it. Haha. But I haven't started writing in it yet. Don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my 3D modelling. the whole car's out. now I just have to do the lighting and save the turn-table animation into an AVI file. Which they thought today and I totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web Design's still tight. So I don't want to talk about it. Just thinking makes my brain feel like it's being squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm modtly resting today as the lack of sleep has finally taken its toll. I'll start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!! About today then!! Practise with the cameras in preparation for the Cinematography practical test on Monday. Then Dad picked me up fromj school because I couldn't make it back in time and sent me to NSC for my appointment and my injections for the keloids on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try some diet plans. Not telling you much. Cos I don't want to fail. Muahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114796063059091358?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114796063059091358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114796063059091358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114796063059091358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114796063059091358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114777470664683849</id><published>2006-05-16T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:18:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I'm quite tired now. I mean... I feel sleepy, but I don't feel tired. I get this way after pushing myself too hard. I can continue on for hours and my fatigue will just fade away. That is, if I'm doing something I like, and, if with homework, seeing some progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I satyed up till 3am yesterday night but Dad came out to nag so I had to switch it off. The Josh signed in and I wanted to talk to him but I had already press 'Turn Off'. I managed a few sentences before it totally shout down though. What a waste. I miss talking to him. He's funny. And I think the only penpal that I talked so much to. Maybe cos he's blonde? Haha. I'm a sucker for blondes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just in case Josh does read this, I was just kidding. About that 'fun cos you're blonde' thing. But me being a sucker for blondes *cough*Draco Malfoy*cough* is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about penpals, I received a letter from another one, Ellie from England. It's the nicest letter I've ever received!! Not really beacuse of the letter itself but because she sent me printed pictures of her and her friends, a Russian chocaolate wrapper -- that's a 'pass-it-on' thing' stickers, and an American flag pin. Weird, that, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I want dinner. Going to bug people for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Wait!! Muahaha. I've finally got a concept for WD. I'll show you when it's done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114777470664683849?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114777470664683849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114777470664683849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114777470664683849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114777470664683849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114768554962549066</id><published>2006-05-15T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:32:29.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>Currently in Web Design.&lt;br /&gt;Design just got rejected.&lt;br /&gt;-No name&lt;br /&gt;-No navigation&lt;br /&gt;-Messy&lt;br /&gt;Working on redeveloping idea/concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114768554962549066?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114768554962549066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114768554962549066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114768554962549066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114768554962549066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114765614313297959</id><published>2006-05-14T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:22:23.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Dread</title><content type='html'>This is the day we've all been waiting to happen, or not to happen. Today, we're going to fire Rovina-jie, our maid. Thing is, we didn't even give her any forewarning. They're just going to tell her today, ask her to pack her bags, then get on a plane and go back to Phillipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds cruel but it's a precaution given to us by the agency itself, to prevent her from doing anything drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us didn't want to be there for it. I came to school 2 ours ealier just to esxape it. They were supposed to tell her at 0730hrs. But I wanted to go off first, even though my school starts at only 10 and I don't really need to leave the house until about 0845hrs to 0900hrs. So I toook my time getting ready, because I am so very tired and reluctant to come to school, and Dad gave me a lift to the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took all the time in the world during my short walk to the station to the school. Walked a round through Cheers -- curry puffs and paos not ready yet -- then went to MacDonald's to get a hash brown. Took another short, slow walk from block A to block M where I currently am right now in the Mac lab typing this blog, waiting for 1000hrs to come so that I can meet Mr. Linus at Level 5 to collect the equipment for our class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually do soem homework right now, but dont feel like it. I tried to do my Scrpitwriting on the train but I was so out of it, I didn;t even finish the Profile. I was just staring into space most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way here, along my short walks, they were giving out this mini-magazne, evolving around Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. I think it's from the Christian Society here. But I've only read a few short passages so I can't really tell. I took 2 (actually, I took one, then another lady came up to me and gave me another after I put the first one into my bag) so I can share it with Dad or somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm going to catch the movie, by the way. The cast wsa not really as I expected but then again, I have high expectations. So I won't say much until after I've watched it. And if you haven't read the book, read it. It's so beleivable, backed up by some truth, however, I know now tht not everything inside is true (as in a fiction, but I mean the facts he based it on) but most of it are. It's a very subjective point of view actually. I watch National Geographic's Bible Week or just any show on that to get a better understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo....Yeah, forgot something. When I was qeueing up for my hash brown, this girl came up behind me and very casually and cheerfullr greeted me in a very familiar way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Yen-Lyng!! Long time no see.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er...yeah! (mumble)Betty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who she is. I think she's Betty. From Primary School but I can't remember her well. But she's the only acquintance I know who looks remotely like that girl. So I guess she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm plannign on getting my daily dose of Fanfition before I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114765614313297959?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114765614313297959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114765614313297959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114765614313297959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114765614313297959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-of-dread.html' title='Day of Dread'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114760109111635414</id><published>2006-05-14T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:04:51.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day!!</title><content type='html'>I gave Mum her present today. We're getting ready to go for a Mothers' Day dinner so this won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all the mothers in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so far only done 3 pages of my WD. No progress for my 3D modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Final Fantasy VII today. Cool. Totally hot guys inside. I thought only Vincent was cool. But I like the bad guys too. That Kadaj's Gang. Especially Kadaj -- he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114760109111635414?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114760109111635414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114760109111635414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114760109111635414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114760109111635414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day_14.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114760109086997263</id><published>2006-05-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T03:04:50.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day!!</title><content type='html'>I gave Mum her present today. We're getting ready to go for a Mothers' Day dinner so this won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all the mothers in the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so far only done 3 pages of my WD. No progress for my 3D modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Final Fantasy VII today. Cool. Totally hot guys inside. I thought only Vincent was cool. But I like the bad guys too. That Kadaj's Gang. Especially Kadaj -- he's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114760109086997263?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114760109086997263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114760109086997263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114760109086997263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114760109086997263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114754577496552835</id><published>2006-05-13T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:42:54.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift</title><content type='html'>Went out for dinner at Lot ! just now cos I told my dad that I wanted to buy the Spa Wisdom Gift Set. So we all went together. QL and Mum were so reluctant cos QL didn't want to eat in a foodcourt anf Mum didn't like Lot 1. But I brought them to Food Culture anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Halal~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not Halal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like Halal~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not Halal!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my mum. Can you believe that? Luckily I was there to buy here present. And she loved the food anyway. The one who enjoyed it the most. The Nasi Padang. Haha. And the Home-made noodles. Not bad for a Halal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's coming home tomorrow from OCS. Stupid camp's weird and trying to make it harder for everybody. He came out on Thursday night had to go back on Friday night for live firing then he's coming out again tomorrow morning and having to go back at night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going to give mum the prezzie then. Cos Bro and Mich-jie (Bro's gf) are sharing. QL wants to too, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. after so much hard work, it's 0239hrs now and I've only done 1 page of my WD. This sucks. I'm going to sleep and wake up early tomorrow morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114754577496552835?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114754577496552835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114754577496552835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114754577496552835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114754577496552835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/gift.html' title='Gift'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114753819207300877</id><published>2006-05-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T09:36:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Shakespeare!!</title><content type='html'>I finally got into Stage Arts today!! I think in 3 out of 4 of the committees. Drama, Back-Stage and Make-Up. Whoa. And I hardly even tried. ... Ok, That'd be a little lie. I did. I went for auditions and all that. I skipped the later part of my Archery orientation to go for it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My priorities for my CCA's  are 1)Drama 2)Archery 3)Make-up Artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Stage Arts mae-up is different from Make-up Artists. They're 2 differnt cloubs altogether. But they had their booths next to each other at the Club Crawl. Like how would I know which was which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, after the 1st 2, very boring hours of Archery Orientation, I was glad to be able to escape when 11am came around and I had to go for the auditions for the SA. I love Iskandar for that. He helped me arranged and inform the president of the club and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble finding them at first but one of them led me to the club room where I had the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went about like that (minus all the extra rubbish during talk):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna try out for Make-up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure. I don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, fill up this form please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is a paragraph (monolouge), I'll give you 2 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;"Sit on that box please and you can use whatever space you have...ready whenever you are."&lt;br /&gt;(I read)&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Now, you are going to commit suicide. Act out what you write in your suicide note."&lt;br /&gt;(Me:)"Er.....Wait....(mumble) I'm a total blank. I've never committed suicide before..."&lt;br /&gt;"Neither have we."&lt;br /&gt;(I read)(Questions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, you want to try out for TMT (Back-Stage)?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure, I don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;(Questions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. You're in. Come on down to the dome after the Make-up audition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Questions)&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, now, put some eye shadow on her."&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"Just, anything. Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that went well. So I went down to the dome and introduced myself. They were half-way through further introductions by acting out a character introducing yourself. Fun. I acted.....I dunno. I'll act it out for you if you ask me to. Haha. A guy looked quite shocked though. Cos I was this shy, snorting, giggling girl. And I made eye contact and looked away and giggled. Yeah, with 2 guys. Haha. But one was Iskandar, so that one was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. WD really really rushed. Only on the homepage. Going to stay up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D: Go to &lt;a href="http://mysdn.nyp.edu.sg/forums/index.php?board=56.0"&gt;http://mysdn.nyp.edu.sg/forums/index.php?board=56.0&lt;/a&gt; and search for 053804P(my admin no.) Each student has a thread for him/herself. Track my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: &lt;em&gt;"All you need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt."&lt;/em&gt; Charlie Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114753819207300877?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114753819207300877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114753819207300877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114753819207300877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114753819207300877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-on-shakespeare.html' title='Come on Shakespeare!!'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114740330353076442</id><published>2006-05-11T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:08:23.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of buying the Spa Wisom Gift Set from The Body Shop. Mum said she wanted  a &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; from that range but I don't remember &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;. I don't think I was even paying attention then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We three sisters actually already shared a boldter which my sis sewd o a 'Ma' at one end of. But I thought of buying one thing myself. But I'm torn between that and the Anna Sui's faery perfume (forgot what it's called too. Enchanted I think) But if I'm going to buy a perfume, I'd still have to think about which Annaa Sui I want to buy. I love their designs, not only their cosmetics. They all so innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...What else do I have to update.... Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Republic Poly... 2 days ago. Because DH had nothing better to do than to go to school on an off day. So she aske dme to join her after my class ended at 2pm. Then we had lunch there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like their open concept there. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one of DH's poly friends, and guess what, he knows Colin. As in ColinandKero that Colin. Hahaha. He didn't want to tell us how he knew about him at first. But I msg'ed DH the next day to ask: "His ex-classmate ah?" so DH (I don't even want to know how much she bugged him) got him ot admit that, yes, he was his ex-classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahah.... One step closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that the homework load could get worse than last week. Need I say how wrong I was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WD: Mock-ups for EVERY page in my website (which I'mnot even done designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Process: Commercial&lt;br /&gt;Scriptwriting: Character profile and Synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D Modelling: 3D Car (concept not out yet and I suck at 3D Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: &lt;em&gt;'Not all who wander are lost'&lt;/em&gt; J.R.R. Tolkein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114740330353076442?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114740330353076442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114740330353076442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114740330353076442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114740330353076442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114740238800562117</id><published>2006-05-11T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:53:08.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>What made footbal? Well. like it or not, the origins of football was a gam not actually played with the feet. They were hand games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rules. Only one ball. PLayed between two rival towns across towns. The objective was to get the ball to each town's side of the 'playing field'. The first injury recorded was a court case. They wore their weapons into the game, see, and someone ran into someone holding a sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King banned it. The Church banned it. But it came back anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Universities of Britain took in rich kids from all over the country who looved to play football just like the 'commoners'. But since they came from different places, they all had differnt rules to the game. So the two faculties (I didn't catch from where, I'm sorry) sat down to write a Book of Rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich did not want to touch the ball, thank you very much. So they had a huge debate about that. Very they won out 14-13. Fancis Morde Campbell (at least I think that's how his name's spelt) walked out of that community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not three years later, Rugby was founded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114740238800562117?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114740238800562117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114740238800562117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114740238800562117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114740238800562117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114740143452620649</id><published>2006-05-11T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:37:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous People - Adi Dassler</title><content type='html'>OK, this updae is a litle late but I just need somewhere to records what I had learnt a couple of days back.&lt;br /&gt;The name Adi Dassler may seem a little familiar, and I'll tell you why now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Germany first won their first World Cup, they had shoes specially made for them by this man. They were lighter, more flexible than the normal shoes at that time and their studs where removable rubber, giving them more grip on the surface of the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adis Dassler refused to sell his dhoes to any other team, even when the Hungarians asked. He took the three stripes on the shoe tot eh office and had them made into copyright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this documentary on National Geographic, about football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Dassler: &lt;a href="http://www.fogdog.com/fog-adi-dassler-founder--bg-702430.html"&gt;http://www.fogdog.com/fog-adi-dassler-founder--bg-702430.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114740143452620649?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114740143452620649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114740143452620649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114740143452620649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114740143452620649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/famous-people-adi-dassler.html' title='Famous People - Adi Dassler'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114717839450319748</id><published>2006-05-09T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:39:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Very busy this week. I guess because I've figured out what to do for my Web Design. Am rushing my Broadcast Graphics now. I thought I only had to do one storyboard. Turns out I need to do 2 different kinds of that one advertisement. Sucks majorly as we all do not know how to do it. I don't even know why I'm doing it or how. He better not ask me to do another one if these ones turn out wrong. I'll smack him across the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I've got WD, Scriptwritng, Creative Process, and.... Broadcast Graphics for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! What's all this talk about homework?!?!? I forgot the important stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT NEW SHOES TODAY!!!!!! Their from I.P Zone, this hip clothing shop. Eh....I think I've said this before. Ok, anyway, I didn't buy brown like I wanted to initially. I bought black in size 39. I had to re-decide between all 3 colours again. But I felt 39 was very comfortable and turns out, only blakc had size 39! So, that settled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the left shoe has a bit of a stain/mould spot on the rubber. HTe sales gilr got rid of some of it with some water but she couldn't remove the rest. So I said, 'ok, never mind, I'll g home and do it myself'. I plan to. Just not now when I still have homework to do (says the girl who's still typing her blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into Seiyu's Converse section and DH wanted to buy the world cup T-shirts. $33.90 and get the 2nd one free!! So we bought the 2 slightly different designs for Germany. 1 each!! Very nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I went there, I actually dropped by Woodlands to register the whole family for the Big Walk. And I had to lug 8 Big Walk shirts all around while shopping. Luckily, the kind saleslady at I.P Zone offered to put it at the counter while I looked around and later she gave me a larger plastic bag to put all the shirts in. The way she talked reminded me a little of Sun Yan Zi. Her style too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honework Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114717839450319748?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114717839450319748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114717839450319748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114717839450319748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114717839450319748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114704616711373945</id><published>2006-05-07T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:56:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Track</title><content type='html'>It's 0739hrs on this Monday morning. And what exactly am I doing on the computer so early, instead of getting ready for school? Well, nothing, exactly. I had actually planned to go to school early. But I thoguht it over when I work up at around 0645hrs that, I have nothing to do, no where to go when I get there. I do need to print a couple of things, but the printng shop won't even be open that early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down at the fastest computer at the moment, which is our newest laptop, and read my daily dose of fanfiction, which turned out to be insuficient today as the author only updated one interlude and one intermission. Totally unsatisfactory. So I'll go and look for more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing weird today is that I'm eating breakfast. I skipped dinner lst night, and although I do get hungry on other mornings, I have a tendency to ignore it (like so many others) or just drink a cup of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have not been feeling well these cuple of days. Diarrheoa (Until now I still am unable to spell that word).  After that dinner to discuss the dowry, which went something along the lines that I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum: "We don't ecpect much lah. No that she dosn't mean anything to us, but, you know...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much more extra words and sounds and in a perfect Singaporean Singlish but the main sentence is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the point. Eating glutinousrice now, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!! The sun has just fully risen over the HDB block and is shining full at the side of me!! I'm so beautiful the sun loves me!!! Hahahahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok. I have approxamitely another 40 minutes left before I absolutely have to prepare for school  and I have things to do. So bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114704616711373945?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114704616711373945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114704616711373945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114704616711373945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114704616711373945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-track.html' title='Lost Track'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114681288479818002</id><published>2006-05-04T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:08:04.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot...</title><content type='html'>I was so caught up in elaborating in the last post that I totally missed the original point. Hahah. That is not the first time, and never the last, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Finaly Year Project, or Minor Project (I'm not sure which one is the self-initiated one or which one I'll be able to make my own desicions for) but I've decided that it's going to be on the lives of homosexuals in this society where they're half-accepted and half-out cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really is a very interesting topic, although one shunned by many. The trends and mindsets of the new generation are changing rapidly and are considerably different from the older ones. Yet, homosexuality still holds a view that is similar in both generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my friends think it disgusting, 'not right' to say the least. BUt I am perfectly ok with it. Encourage it, in fact. Because how can I not in this world which says "Love is Blind"? It's a hypocritical world, and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you'll see more of my pro-homo-ism along the way. But now, the problem is my Web Design. I don't think my initial design is goign to work. I have to change it. And I also need to show it to my teacher once I go back to school on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts from staring at the laptop screen sideways yesterday while watching the 4th Harry Potter DVD's features. I know it's dumb, but the speakers were so soft so I had to len down sideways towards it and watch at the same time. Didn't help that I was sitting on the floor with the laptop on a chair before me. My left eyes was totally in the middle when I went ot the mirror to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my elder sis to come home so that we can go Suntec City. Then after, we're going to... Something King hotel restaurant for dinner. It's a discussion between Ka and B-gor's parents for the dowry. It's just tradition, cos honestly, to me, that is more or less settled. It's the invitation list that they have a problem with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look for a pair of shoes in I.P. zone which I saw yesterday at Clementi. But they only had size 38 for brown. I wanted a 39, which was big enough for my leg to fit inside without any further stretching. 38 was a little tight at the top, but I could ahve adjusted it, just didn't want to. But now knowing that I have no choice (they only made up to size 38 for brown and maroon, whereas black had 39), I'll go with the 38. Thayhave branch at Suntec, I think, If not, I'll go to Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiu bought a jacket from there and I was so tempted to buy one too. But then thought not too cos I already have 1, although not as cool as the ones that were in I.P. But, hey, that's the price you pay for not...paying. Trying to save money, see. But the shoes are only 19 bucks!! A bargain. I'll most probably take a pic and post it here. Once I know how to. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoud most probably rest my eyes now. Getting dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114681288479818002?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114681288479818002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114681288479818002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114681288479818002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114681288479818002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot...'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114675380516675365</id><published>2006-05-04T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T07:43:25.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Year Project - not too soon</title><content type='html'>I've only just started my second year. It's the third week of the semester, but I'm already starting to think about my final year project, which is not that far, when you think about it. It's only next year. It's like 'O'-levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've already started thinking about our Fusion show anyway. I think it's good too. They said it's because this year's Fusion wasn't properly-organised. I feel that since it was that way for the previous batch, starting early is&lt;em&gt; definitely&lt;/em&gt; a precaution for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; batch. Lord knows how much the Orientation taught us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to volunteer for the committee for Fusion too. It's just FUN!!! To be in charge. To be able to see some result for the work you do and to be able to arrange something so big as this. It's like you'll be responsible for not only your own work, but for other people's too. And being a fellow design student, I know how important that is. And being involved in the most recent Orientation, I know that to have all that, you must have good management. I hope to be able to do that.  I would also like to prove myself further to my teacher. He had great faith in me being the I/c for my class the previous semester and that is a great reason for why I am confident that I can take this challenge up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be that good in designing, but I may be better in others. ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really wierd because I'm supposed to have design as the best of my skills, since I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; in a design school. But let's not go so far into that, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been assigned 2nd I/C for my current class too. (In 2nd yr we split into our specialisations. I went into film, along with 10 others, all from different classes from me.) Winston, being the enthusiaistic one since long before, was unanimously and automatically assumed the role of I/C. I haven't worked much, but having been used to the I/C role for so long, I guess I displayed some of that attitude into my new class, so when our teacher asked for a 2nd, Winston asked me. I was really... honoured? Surprised? Um...The word just escaped me. I was pleased, no doubt. Another chance to prove myself as a leader has come by, and I love such opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching SuperNanny now, on arts central. It's an amazingly shocking yet amusing show. It is totally funny. And horrid! Sometimes I'm just so shocked as to how kids can be so...horrendous!! Really. And yet totally cute. They're...urgh!! sometimes you want to smack them and sometimes you jsut want to cuddle them! If you haven't watched it, you should. It's every Thursday, 10pm on Arts Central. Catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH...The mum is trying to put her to bed but the girl doesn't want to. So she keeps coming out and trying to tell her mother not yet. The 1st time, just tell her nicely. 2nd: "Bedtime." And lug her back to bed. 3rd, say nothing at all and just bring her back. But still the girl keeps coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record: 47 times out of bed in and HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is more tired, the mum or the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know how trying it is to take care of a kid. I just spent a few hours today taking care of Ee-Jie, my cousin's 10-month-old son cause she was sick today. Us 3 my sisters and I) went over to help her out. Just looking at him and making sure he doesn't slip or whatever is &lt;em&gt;tiring&lt;/em&gt;. Honestly! Just &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not even that alert in any of my classes as compared aas when I'm looking after him. I have to be a step or two away from him just in case he falls (cos if he falls one more times, his head is going to crack in two.) and he keeps trying to stand now, which is a good thing. But he still needs to support himself against something and he falls back when he's tired, so you have to make sure nothing hard is behind his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same for when he's crawling. And he's short. So you either crawl with him or bend down all the way. If not trap himm between your legs and not let him crawl away. Muahahah. My favourite. And when they were cooking agar-agar in the kitchen, I had to keep him out cos he had a tendency to slip on the droplets of water. (Didn't really bother though. He went in there too many times to bother.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Going to read fanfiction now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114675380516675365?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114675380516675365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114675380516675365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114675380516675365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114675380516675365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/final-year-project-not-too-soon.html' title='Final Year Project - not too soon'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26149404.post-114675072796516042</id><published>2006-05-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:52:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>hello! It's been a while since I'velast blogged (in my previous blog which is out of bounds). However, I will bring the 1st few entries from my previous blog into this one, because they were very memorable. But this is a new one, so everything else will be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much DH, for making setting up this blog so beautifully for me. I LOVE IT!! HONESTLY!! You know me the best. Truthfully, I'm kinda over Gravitation, but, hey! It was one of my favourite and will always &lt;em&gt;be&lt;/em&gt; one of my favourites. It's gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to wait a while more, until I've learnt how to do my own website, to set up this blog. (I'm learning how to make my own webbie in Web Design for school. We all have to make a digital portfolio that can and will be viewed online.) But I think that this is the only way to communicate with my friends that I seldom see now, so I will stop making any excuses and just start doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything you guys want to tell me, just leave a comment, I'll read. Wait. Do I even have a column for comments? I sure hope I do, I'll ask DH to put it in for me if not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for an opening entry. My blogs are going to consist of random thoughts, I have thought it over, that if I think over what I want to type in here too much, I'll end up not putting in anything at all (hence the lack of entries for all my previous blogs.) So I may end up blogging mmore thatn once per day or none at all. And I'll leave this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to All,&lt;br /&gt;YL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26149404-114675072796516042?l=glaring-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/114675072796516042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26149404&amp;postID=114675072796516042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114675072796516042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26149404/posts/default/114675072796516042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glaring-dream.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Loh Yen-Lyng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06211674255688185994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
