<?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-6051993</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:08:44.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for this cause.</title><subtitle type='html'>deep thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-114666138500021560</id><published>2006-05-03T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:03:05.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERYONE OUT THERE!!!RED RAIN IS COMING TO TOWN!!!!!!!I just love them! :) :) :)love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/114666138500021560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/114666138500021560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114666138500021560' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-113179930421122725</id><published>2005-11-12T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:44:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss my singing lessons.I miss those days of singing, because I just love to.I miss those days of singing along with cds, with the lyric-book in my hand.I miss those days of singing in choir.I miss those days of singing.haha. When I was young, I used to spend lots of time singing in my balcony. haha. Because the accoustic there is very good, I guess. But it always makes me sound nice. When I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113179930421122725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113179930421122725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113179930421122725' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-113075419501824047</id><published>2005-10-31T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:23:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today,may very well,be,the very last day,I'm ever,ever,going,to touch,Chinese,AGAIN!!!!!:)But I've always loved my chinese lessons.Cos' Mr Tok's my chinese teacher.Cos' Weiyee, Dean and Jiahao are sitting with me.Cos' we don't have to listen during chinese lessons.Cos' we always get to watch funny wierd shows, like that 'shitty' one, literally.Cos' we can always eat in class!!!I'm gonna miss my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113075419501824047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113075419501824047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113075419501824047' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-113052639733659489</id><published>2005-10-29T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T03:06:37.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MockingbirdI know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right nowBut hey, what daddy always tell you?Straighten up little soldierStiffen up that upper lipWhat you crying about?You got meHailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dadWhen I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never hadI can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laughI can see it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113052639733659489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113052639733659489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113052639733659489' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-113033919168025875</id><published>2005-10-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:21:31.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no!I think I'm going mad.I keep looking at the picture of Rinnah on my computer.Not only that, I will call out her name, and help the pictorial baby reply.Nanah...AH? :)And I keep calling her house every four hours to talk to my lil' cute cousin!Jamie,Rinnah is the CUTEST FELLA ALIVE! hahaha. :) :)I LOVE RINNAH!AND SHE LOVES ME TOO!If only I know how to post pictures online, you will know what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113033919168025875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/113033919168025875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033919168025875' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112775374506928620</id><published>2005-09-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T00:55:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mugging officially starts today, after 6am.Till then, I will only drink from a cup.:)love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112775374506928620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112775374506928620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112775374506928620' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112744173181727565</id><published>2005-09-23T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:15:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hereby declare,It is finished.:)love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112744173181727565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112744173181727565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112744173181727565' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112738366220988228</id><published>2005-09-22T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:07:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how on earth do you debug?!?!urgh.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112738366220988228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112738366220988228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112738366220988228' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112732321024228390</id><published>2005-09-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:20:10.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to say this.I need to take more pictures of myself.Those that look nice and normal.Not those irritating candid ones that flood Esmonde's cam.Nigel couldn't remember how I looked like. urgh. So I had to search for a picture of myself. And I realised that I didnt have many. Haha. At least its not 'any'.Haha. Any. Annie.Annie How. =Plove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112732321024228390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112732321024228390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112732321024228390' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112732247518825347</id><published>2005-09-22T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:07:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Few days ago, I thought I lost something.I searched the entire house for it.Rummaged through every drawer.Reproached myself for not remembering.For not treasuring it.Frustrating.Sickening.Irritating.But I found it in the end.And realised how important it meant to me.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112732247518825347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112732247518825347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112732247518825347' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112686979426911367</id><published>2005-09-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:26:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once an Anderson, always an Andersonian.I love Anderson.I know that I may have blurted out during many sickening moments that I don't.But I do.It was here, that I became an 1/7 elite.And invited, Puayfen, Deborah, Weiyee, Limei, and Lihui into my life.And had a chance to be a fairy. haha.It was here, that I joined the 2/7 family.It was here, that I had a taste of class spirit.It was here, that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112686979426911367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112686979426911367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112686979426911367' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112619867918555185</id><published>2005-09-09T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:01:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have just watched Child of Our Time. It is just so sad how some parents when questioned, replied that they do not wish that their child would inherit anything of them. No, it's not individualism that these Westerners love to declare. Beneath that statement, I see every hatred and disappointment in the parent's eyes. So engulfed in disgust, she did not even want her child to inherit her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112619867918555185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112619867918555185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619867918555185' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112549221921538321</id><published>2005-08-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:49:08.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been raining over here at my house since 4pm.Because Rain Down has been replayed over and over for umpteen times on my playlist since then.haha. okie. that's a rather lame comment.Rain down, all around the world we're singingRain down, can you hear the Earth is singingRain down, my heart is dry but still i'm singingRain down, rain it down on me.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112549221921538321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112549221921538321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112549221921538321' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112421229298096358</id><published>2005-08-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:21:40.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where are you now?somewhere out there, they say.it's for me to find out, i guess.but what if i'm lost?when carnal smoke engulfs me.when choking is my only defence.but what if my vision's blurred?when the thief had come.and stolen my clarity.but what if i'm afraid?my inate boldness, had alsobeen stolen.i can only cry out.where are you now? and grope my way through.with sheer faith, I say.love Him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112421229298096358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112421229298096358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112421229298096358' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112387629434461246</id><published>2005-08-13T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T03:51:34.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>prickedbut pierced.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112387629434461246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112387629434461246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112387629434461246' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112368936337324232</id><published>2005-08-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:59:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>study break!I've just counted and recounted and recounted.I have 17 pigs, coming in different forms, right in front of my eyes now. Solely on my study desk.And this figure does not include me swirling and twirling my swivel scarlet seat.And this figure is derived with the assumption that i have a stiff neck. That i cant turn my head.And this figure does not include me looking into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112368936337324232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112368936337324232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112368936337324232' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112360490320828931</id><published>2005-08-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:28:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>samantha: hahaha! I love this picture too! hahahahhaa. Love ya!jiayi: haha. yes, i've updated my blog....one week ago. haha.linda: i've updated my blog...one week ago too! hahayvonne: you should meet my interesting friend. even more interesting. haha.nalan: thanks man! so long never see you already! how have you been? let's meet up someday okie? haha. I'll pass your msg to jiayi.jeremy: FUNNY. -.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112360490320828931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112360490320828931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112360490320828931' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112309151729816509</id><published>2005-08-04T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:51:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I am down and oh my soul so wearyWhen troubles come and my heart burdened beThen I am still and wait here in the silenceUntil You come and sit awhile with meYou raise me up so I can stand on mountainsYou raise me up to walk on stormy seasI am strong when I am on Your shouldersYou raise me up to more than I can beThere is no life no life without it's hungerEach restless heart beat so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112309151729816509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112309151729816509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112309151729816509' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112307622745373283</id><published>2005-08-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:37:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....dare to dreamIt takes courage to dream.To believe that you can craft the unpredictable.It takes courage to dream.To withstand the disappointments.It takes courage to dream.To plod through uncertainty.It takes courage to dream.To believe in Him.....and He has given me the courage.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112307622745373283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112307622745373283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112307622745373283' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112057422776283865</id><published>2005-07-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T22:38:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha. I ripped this off Puayfen's blog. haha.hot hot Hot HOT HOTI remembered clearly 2 years ago, while sitting in a hot and stuffy classroom having boring history lesson, two girls were listing down the top ten perfect men in this world. If I had not remembered wrongly, the list goes like that (not in the order of merit):1) George Clooney2) Orlando Bloom3) Takuya Kimura4) Takeashi Kaneshiro5) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112057422776283865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112057422776283865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112057422776283865' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-112048365251397035</id><published>2005-07-04T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:42:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was young, I loved to dream.I enjoyed dreaming of being loved by my 'man'.He was this guy, who would only want to put a smile on my face.He was this guy, who would do anything in this world for me.He was this guy, who would lay down his life for me.He was this guy, who would love me.Only.Never did I know,That one day,I would end up being the lover that I've always dreamed of.The lover of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112048365251397035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/112048365251397035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112048365251397035' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-111703500885502877</id><published>2005-05-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:45:10.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Khairul and I bumped into Nizar along the corridor today. And we found out that the three of us had the same disgusting L1R5. And Nizar said, "Come, come. Let's have a discussion. Prep-prelims, we will get 10pts!""If dont have how?", I inquired."If dont have, I will slap you," he replied."What nonsense la!?!?" Khairul and I exclaimed together."Okie la, okie la. Whoever never get 10pts, then kana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/111703500885502877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/111703500885502877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703500885502877' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-111573480385576488</id><published>2005-05-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:20:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aiyo aiyo aiyo.tsk tsk tsk.lynette goh siew chin.you should be studying for your physics.lyn: (whining) But I have been studying, highlighting, TYS-ing for the past 1 hr 15 min! And I have not blogged for 5mths too btw...People are excruciating because of my hibernating blog.lyn: (as a matter-of-factly) oh wells. I've blogged... the universe is rejoicing...I still have 3 more hrs to go.lyn: I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/111573480385576488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/111573480385576488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111573480385576488' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110484191979167302</id><published>2005-01-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:33:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anderson knows that her students are slackers. Or she is the slacker. =PTime-table for this week's curriculum:Mon- talks by several consequtive teachers causing. Main motive - to numb our butts. oh yes. and the poor sec 2s are starting swimming lessons this year. THANK GOD, the sec 4s are not included. =P No andersonian shall see me in my swimming costume.- career guidance workshop. rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110484191979167302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110484191979167302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484191979167302' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110413804899968156</id><published>2004-12-27T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:02:06.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life gave me a lemon.But I made lemonade out of it.wow!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110413804899968156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110413804899968156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413804899968156' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110357226016247584</id><published>2004-12-21T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T03:51:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. I'm MAD!!!!I'm studying now! at 3.36am.In front of me, is my chem TYS! And the fan just blew it to pg (9.1)12. Time for Metals Paper2.My only motivation to study chem is that my chem txt is red, chem TYS is orange and ms chia is pretty. =POn my playlist: I Feel Like I'm FallingI feel like I'm fallingOver and over in love with YouIts not just a feelingBut I know that He is real</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110357226016247584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110357226016247584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110357226016247584' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110278772040718792</id><published>2004-12-12T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T01:55:20.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TO THE CITY - - -love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110278772040718792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110278772040718792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278772040718792' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110287124272119027</id><published>2004-12-05T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:07:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>city! city! city!love it! love it! love it!breakthrough! breakthrough! breakthrough!revival! revival! revival!LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT!this is my life.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110287124272119027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110287124272119027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110287124272119027' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110226274428997286</id><published>2004-12-05T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:07:30.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is our last day at Henderson.And this marks the end of my childhood.Gone are the days of lying on each other's tummies.Or slacking together after service.Gone are the days of "Keng An Brothers".Or the mayer man, in mercs benz brown shorts. hehe.Gone are the days of cranky 855 bus-rides.Or spooking each other with totally scary ghost stories.Gone are the days of camping at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110226274428997286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110226274428997286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226274428997286' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110105956329703488</id><published>2004-11-22T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:52:43.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna blog!!! But I dunno what to blog!!!!argh!!!!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110105956329703488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110105956329703488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110105956329703488' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110105791503565488</id><published>2004-11-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:25:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KS!thank you. thank you. thank you.thank you. thank you. thank you.thank you. thank you. thank you.thank you. thank you. thank you.for helping me on the first day of VBS! =Plove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110105791503565488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110105791503565488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110105791503565488' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110054250937913378</id><published>2004-11-16T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T02:15:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got to tell myself to stopthinking that way,feeling that way.Because this is not the time tothink that way,feel that way.And God does not want me tothink that way,feel that way.For His thoughts are greater than mine.Brain, mind, whatever you are.just shuddup!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110054250937913378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110054250937913378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110054250937913378' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110045847124822747</id><published>2004-11-15T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T02:54:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my blog-song!love it! love it! love it!!!Open up the doorsAnd let the music playLet the streets resound with singingSongs that bring your hopeSongs that bring your joyDancers who dance upon injusticeLOVE IT!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110045847124822747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110045847124822747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110045847124822747' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110045672264899343</id><published>2004-11-15T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T02:25:22.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2:17am right now.It's 2h 17 min from the start of my busiest week.This week's gonna bebusy busy busy.But I'm gonna behappy happy happy.had just settled a lot of stuff for vbs with my wonderful administrator - wendy neo(the witch!=P) heh hehs. My other administrator is currently happily Missing-In-Action in Amstardam! bleahzWendy. You've been a great help! I feel like hugging you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110045672264899343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110045672264899343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110045672264899343' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110044860440763668</id><published>2004-11-14T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T00:10:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will not be shakenI will not be movedI will standIn the place that you've called me to.Lord,I'm committed to You.Nothing will ever take me away from You.Nothing.Ever.I am all Yours.Here I am, send me.To the ends of the earth.Anything, anywhere, anytime.For I'm living for this cause.There is no better life than this.I love You.I love You.I love You.I LOVE YOU.lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110044860440763668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110044860440763668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110044860440763668' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110027790905778368</id><published>2004-11-13T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:45:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>charlestonhahas. yes. I know what a wonderful driver my cousin is! hahas. Ivan told me that he is really really cautious while driving, esp parking. He even has a parking assistant! =P hahas.sneezyhahas. i cant find your blog!!!! I wanna tag you too!! hahas. Remember to share the la mian next time okie? haha. And to return the towels!!! hahas. Love lunching with you! =Ptzehahas. I promise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110027790905778368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110027790905778368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027790905778368' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110027919143974771</id><published>2004-11-13T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:06:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>amsterrdammm!*LOVEJAMie! says:lynette! i tagged you you knowwLta. lynette :: live by faith and not by sight! push 22!!! says:hahahsLta. lynette :: live by faith and not by sight! push 22!!! says:sorry sorryLta. lynette :: live by faith and not by sight! push 22!!! says:i will reply big big okie!amsterrdammm!*LOVEJAMie! says:you should! my tag was so nice and long. hahahaJiayi requested</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110027919143974771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110027919143974771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110027919143974771' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110019762967633752</id><published>2004-11-12T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T02:27:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey jamie and jiayi!!!!Just wanna tell you guys.... you RAWK!!!hahas. Really thank you for running this race together with me. Thank you for carrying the burden of our team together with me! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.We are going to carry the burden of our church with our psts too okie?Its a super super tough week!Its a super super tensed week!But its gonna be a super super great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110019762967633752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110019762967633752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019762967633752' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110019231563002611</id><published>2004-11-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:58:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer meeting. Not any other kind. But Overnight Prayer Meeting!!!8 hr. Yes. 8 hr. And I survived it!!! whoohoo. =PJieying, this is a tribute to you. Not to spite you. Just to let you know what many great, awesome things happened! =P :))The presence of God was so so strong! Real thick presence of God. Any atheist present last night would surrender and declare that "God is real"!!! The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110019231563002611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110019231563002611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019231563002611' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110018676877793158</id><published>2004-11-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T23:26:08.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my goodness.garrett drives.garrett drove.and garrett will still be driving.hahaslove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110018676877793158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110018676877793158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110018676877793158' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110001967879639437</id><published>2004-11-10T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T01:05:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man. i think i'm beginning to miss all the o level peeps.I miss the "deep, spiritual talks" with joanne.I miss the "nice talks" with charleston.I miss the silly verbal vomits with leonard. (er...he's always the one vomitting. Not me. hehe.)I miss the nice girl-talks with samantha.I miss gossipping with ivan. hahas.I miss you guys!ok fine. Here's the last bit. I miss jieying!!! =P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110001967879639437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110001967879639437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001967879639437' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-110002094667485588</id><published>2004-11-10T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T01:22:26.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith is not the absence of fear.But while in the presence of fear, you overcome it.Living by faith and not by sight.Faith is the easiest thing.And the hardest thing.I'm faith-ed. =Ppush22! -- to glorify His name!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110002094667485588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/110002094667485588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110002094667485588' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109998721756947537</id><published>2004-11-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T16:39:33.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after two hours....I'm finally back.okie. Now, I'm going to officially release my blog from the tyrant, "hibernation".hibernation: alrite. alrite. after two hrs of "time-wasted", "supposedly-meant-for-amaths", your sacrificial owner has given you a new outlook in life. and all these are thanks to your owner's irritating, pestering, "persuasive" friends. I, hereby, grant you liberty. Enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109998721756947537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109998721756947537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109998721756947537' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109492460417259964</id><published>2004-09-12T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T01:43:24.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll blog, I'll blog, and I'll blog.hahas. This is to pacify those who has been bugging me to blog. =Plove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.p/s I've blogged!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109492460417259964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109492460417259964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109492460417259964' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109232850566844627</id><published>2004-08-13T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T08:26:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took this off Esmonde's blog. haha. This is the ultimate!!!You should read this....written by the one and only....Esmonde7:19 pm - My term assignment for War LiteratureOne fine day in Middle-EarthScene: The sun rises over the plains of Gondor. But basically there are so many plains and battle scenes that the producers just use the same one over and over again. The armies of Gondor prepare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109232850566844627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109232850566844627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232850566844627' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109232721579075097</id><published>2004-08-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T00:13:35.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procrastination -- ruled by your emotions.Determination -- ruled by your will. I think if I procrastinate lesser, and be a little more determined, I might be able to achieve more in this lifetime.so... From today onwards, I shall procrastinate lesser.  =)love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109232721579075097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109232721579075097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109232721579075097' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109215525248017420</id><published>2004-08-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T00:27:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I happy?I thought to myself.The environment around me,Doesn't seem appealing.Am I happy?I thought to myself.I looked into the mirror,And thoughts start to trigger.Am I happy?I thought to myself.My eyes are tired,And I am weary.Am I happy?I thought to myself.I looked at my grades,And I sighed.Am I happy?I thought to myself.Is this worth a try?Or just my other lie?Am I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109215525248017420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109215525248017420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215525248017420' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109154303821371782</id><published>2004-08-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:23:58.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Countdown to Aug8 +++++++ 4 more days*smirks*love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109154303821371782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109154303821371782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154303821371782' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109146455250403529</id><published>2004-08-03T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:35:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fly again.So what,If I'm fat and short.I have a smile,That puts down every snort.So what,If everything 'bout me needs a change.The bible says,I am made in His image.So what,If red marks have appeared.A maths and Mama Chong,I will not fear!So what,If this world is filled with fears,It just make reality,Seem so real.So what,If I feel like crying.I will not, for I amMade for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109146455250403529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109146455250403529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146455250403529' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109127365447244903</id><published>2004-07-31T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T19:35:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quote of the day"I want to be a fatry and descend onto the waters with a lotus on my head."Ng Puay Fenhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahalove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109127365447244903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109127365447244903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109127365447244903' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109099398849358528</id><published>2004-07-28T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T14:02:46.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a week since I last blogged. latest in my life [+] started using outlook express. just so cool! [+] piano practical exam next week! aug 5 [+] history, social studies, chinese and chem prac test next week! [+] church's anniversary next week!!! [+] going to study everything by this week. [+] do not seem to be making any progress, but I will. =D [+] 41st day's overnight prac this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109099398849358528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109099398849358528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109099398849358528' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-109033080259612890</id><published>2004-07-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T21:45:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A love slave for God. Pst Lia is one. And I want to be one. And I will be one. love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109033080259612890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/109033080259612890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033080259612890' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108999209409844084</id><published>2004-07-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:37:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dun ask me why. haha. I do not know how tina turner ended up on my blog. She just did. And I'm amused. hehe. Had cg today. hehe. ate lotsa chocolates. It pays to be leader-less for 10 days. muahaha. Anyway. Who cares if I'm tired physically, mentally and emotionally? I'm still going on. Who cares if I'm going to declare bankrupt any moment? I'm still going on. Who cares? Cos' I'm still going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108999209409844084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108999209409844084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108999209409844084' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108964690112566875</id><published>2004-07-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T23:42:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last sat and sun, were the first time Breath played since the last audition. I can still smell the sweet scent of victory. No. 'Scent' cant fully express what i wanna say. It's 'sweet aroma of victory'!!! Had been listening to the past 2 days' recordings the entire day. History had been replaying in my mind. How we survived the 1st audition. 2nd audition. And tasted victory on the 3rd. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108964690112566875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108964690112566875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108964690112566875' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108939092415377894</id><published>2004-07-10T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T00:35:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sick!!!didn't go school today. =DMary Wang's professional analysis --- stomach fluSymptoms1) laosai-ed for 5 times.2) stomach grunted for timeless times3) no. of hours slept: 12h4) previous temperature: 37.9ºc   current temperature: 36.9ºc5) fitness status: shitty6) lessons missed: chem, amaths, hmt, efl love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108939092415377894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108939092415377894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108939092415377894' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108920978388142672</id><published>2004-07-07T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:23:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had chinese O level oral today. Walamak.joanne wants me to blog this.I, Lynette Goh, lied during my chinese O level oral. =Xhehe. *direct translation - i'm specialised in it!Qns 1. Recent news reported that there were 5 caucasions who could speak fluent proper chinese. What are your views?my ingenious ans: Singaporeans should be pushed to perfect our spoken chinese. Because ultimately, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108920978388142672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108920978388142672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920978388142672' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108912496186851406</id><published>2004-07-06T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T22:42:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe. Two nights ago, I was at a "jazz performance" with some of my usual peeps. hehe. "jazz performance"Joanne and I drank peach cooler. And charleston drank "pussy foot". haha.It was my first time. And not going to be my last. =DIt was much better than those scandalous, sleazy, "one-night-stand" pubs that I'd always visualise. So much more decent. And sophisicated too. haha.Well...jazz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108912496186851406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108912496186851406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108912496186851406' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108903658325467185</id><published>2004-07-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:09:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just did my qt.just pumped up my faith level. I'm all ready to go fight this battle again now!!!Revival's at my doorstep.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108903658325467185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108903658325467185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903658325467185' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108903057381117863</id><published>2004-07-05T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T20:33:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The five lepers.These are my bestest and closest buds in the entire world, universe, galaxy. joanne +++ my closest girl friendcharleston +++ my closest guy frienddominic +++ my leadergarrett +++ my closest cousinWe will be there for each other. Always. When the road gets rocky, and things get shaky. When reality seeps in, and things get tougher. When the devil attacks, and life's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108903057381117863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108903057381117863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108903057381117863' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108835127855167181</id><published>2004-06-27T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:47:58.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. I'm supposed to be doing my homework now. To be rushing through stacks of worksheets. To be panicky and frantic. But I'm miraculously, sinfully, unrepentantly calm. Because I'm blogging now!BOO! haha.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108835127855167181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108835127855167181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108835127855167181' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108835037808264820</id><published>2004-06-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:32:58.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eat SHIT!hehe. I love the 855 bus-rides. haha. When the clock strikes 12. And when everyone gets cranky. And *ehem! haha.PCK ruler. haha. I shan't say it anymore. (:love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108835037808264820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108835037808264820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108835037808264820' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108826764074675512</id><published>2004-06-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T00:34:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ignorance is bliss.Knowledge is power. *pondering*Which should I believe? haha.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108826764074675512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108826764074675512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108826764074675512' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108808077960098975</id><published>2004-06-24T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T20:39:39.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont wanna go back school. I dont want it to reopen. I dont want the gates of Anderson to open. WHY???Simply because I'm no where near the completion of my teachers' heartless load of homework. And logarithm test once school resumes. NONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*faces strong denial of reality*I hate this man!Feel like changing my blogskin to dom's now. Yea. SCHOOL SUCKS! I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108808077960098975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108808077960098975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808077960098975' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108800988970811641</id><published>2004-06-24T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T01:01:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> dropped dead.tired. but with joy.tearing. but with fulfilment.sacrificing. but with purpose and destiny.I love my life!!! This road that I'm walking. This race that I'm running. love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108800988970811641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108800988970811641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800988970811641' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108935232239588610</id><published>2004-06-21T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T13:52:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick.didnt go school today. =DMary Wang's professional analysis --- stomach flusymptoms1) laosai-ed for 5 times.2) stomach grunted for timeless times3) current temperature: 36.5ºc   previous temperature: 37.9ºc4) no. of hours slept: 12h5) lessons missed: chem, amaths, hmt, efl6) fitness status: shittylove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108935232239588610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108935232239588610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108935232239588610' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108870011178576175</id><published>2004-06-21T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:41:51.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen out there! Whoever is reading my blog now!!!I need to announce this. I'm going to change my template tomorrow!!!!I WILL!!! haha. try finding something nice and cool. since everyone has improved for the better. hahaBehind me, is Meteor Garden 2 now. haha. Dao Ming Shi has regained his memory. And Lei is spending many intimate moments with Shancai. haha. But well, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108870011178576175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108870011178576175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108870011178576175' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108775412938555274</id><published>2004-06-21T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:55:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since Garrett blogged about me, the next sweetest and kindest for lynette to do, is to blog back about him!An eye for an eye. *softer tone* haha. learnt about different tones from huimin last night. bleahz.I DANCED WITH GARRETT!!! I SABOED HIM!!! well...that's because everyone saboed me! I only had 5 mins coaching from Sis Evelyn. Of cos the dancer in me has not woken up! And thank God I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108775412938555274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108775412938555274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108775412938555274' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108766662803232151</id><published>2004-06-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:37:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see RED RAINing down on meAs far as the eyes can seeI see RED RAINing downhehe.RED RAIN'S IN TOWN!!!!!!!!!!!If you want to hear what red rain's all about...go click onto joanne's blog. hehe. You'll know!!!!p/s Garrett looked DIFFERENT today. hehelove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108766662803232151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108766662803232151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766662803232151' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108748674265761556</id><published>2004-06-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T23:39:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>promised huimin this. hehe. 10 things I miss about Huimin:1. Her koniyaku jelly2. Her wonderfully delicious sandwiches3. Her high-pitch, irritating, annoying, evil laughter4. Her ki-siao moments5. Her quieter moments6. Her smile (:7. Her biting my pammy8. Her friend's beef soup at Le Meridien9. Her always coming at 11, when we're meeting at 103010. Her.love huimin.love Him. love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108748674265761556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108748674265761556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108748674265761556' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108714223674590665</id><published>2004-06-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T23:57:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I serve only one King.I pledge my allegience to only one King.Only one King.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108714223674590665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108714223674590665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108714223674590665' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108645449032173593</id><published>2004-06-06T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:54:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>freak.just typed one super long entry. click 'Publish Post'. dunno what stupid crap thing appeared. and my entire entry went poof!whatever. not gonna type anymore. It's fingers-tiring bad!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108645449032173593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108645449032173593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645449032173593' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108645430395302792</id><published>2004-06-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:09:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fifthjune04jogging-less. because the 3 alarms didnt wake me up.ben late as usual. for 20 mins.watch Peach Girl for awhile. Vanness quite cute.bathed. oops, my house no bathtub. error - should be "showered".dashed out of house. train-ed to redhill. (time: 2.45pm)sat a 5 mins cab ride down to church. (cost: $3.00)met Yo, Jiayi, and Sam.Eunice met a mad man.Un-seen-able Yo.Pst David </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108645430395302792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108645430395302792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645430395302792' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108635133472825528</id><published>2004-06-04T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:15:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe. Gonna pack my room now! geesh. It's a sty now. I reckon it's much worser than KS' now. bleahz. all my textbooks, bible, books, papers, files, bags, cds are on my bed and floor now. I do not even have a single place to sleep. And my brother's back from bmt. FOR GOOD! Which marks the end of my sleeping-on-korkor's-bed. Argh....Yes. I seek refuge in his room. When my eye-bags are heavy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108635133472825528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108635133472825528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108635133472825528' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108602002398361282</id><published>2004-06-01T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:13:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>towned with limei the entire day. hehe. wore my long blue "towel" blouse. to match with her hair. hehe. (:lurve ya limei!!!And she'll be coming for Red Rain!!! woooohooooo.....  (:love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108602002398361282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108602002398361282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108602002398361282' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108567186218745262</id><published>2004-05-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:31:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh crap. Ruben Studdard's turn to perform. bleahz.Anyway. i owe my teachers lots of homework. The entire AMaths exercise on Logarithms. Lit essay. Chinese essay. And my English essay. haha. oh wells. I promise to be a better student next term. (crosses my heart).well...during the hols, I'd definitely miss Mama Chong's..."Class, exercise any problem???" haha. And everyone would go, "NO!!!" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108567186218745262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108567186218745262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567186218745262' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108567136539872928</id><published>2004-05-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:22:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am blogging in between AMI break. Oh mann...they totally just blew me off. The thick, strong, blackish, diaphrgmized, voice. That just blow people's minds away. Oh man. I'm not even a quarter of it.hehe. just found out today that Phyllis is also in love with "Walking in the Rain". geesh. I used to think jieying and I were the only ones crazy over it. hehe. well. we still do.Sitting by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108567136539872928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108567136539872928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108567136539872928' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108394066270027361</id><published>2004-05-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T22:54:10.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>despondentI have found a new word to add to this in the thesaurus  ------  A MATHS.Yes. Despondent. No hope. No faith. Hopeless. Faithless. somebody save melet your own hands break right throughand save me I don't care how you do it just save, save, come onI've been waiting for youIAN to the rescue!!!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108394066270027361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108394066270027361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394066270027361' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108359982191908667</id><published>2004-05-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T00:01:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was bad. Horrendous. Sucky.why?because its monday. because sunday's gone. because my chinese idioms test is tomorrow. because chinese test is on tuesday. because there's still 4 more chapters for me to go. because physics test is on friday. because tml i have read&amp;share, and i'm thinking of how to escape. today sucked. Well, tomorrow will be a better day. Because it's one day nearer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108359982191908667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108359982191908667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359982191908667' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108316075649517015</id><published>2004-04-28T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T22:03:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm living for this causeI lay down my lifeInto your handsI'm living for this truth The hope of the worldIn You, I standCause all I want is You.All I want isAll I want is You, JesusFor This Cause - Hillsongscurrent qt song.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108316075649517015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108316075649517015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108316075649517015' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108308084995138111</id><published>2004-04-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:51:43.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One reason why I hate Mondays and Tuesdays is not because they are the start of the week. But because they mark the end of my weekend. I love my weekends! Although sometimes :- they might be busier than my weekdays.- I'm really really tired. - I dont get to touch my homework.- I'll drop dead on Sunday night.But I still love my weekends!!!Because during the weekends :- I get to see Pst</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108308084995138111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108308084995138111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308084995138111' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108298988642316395</id><published>2004-04-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:36:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just made a list of everyone who loves lynette.- God loves lyn - Pst Lia loves lyn. Pst How loves lyn.Joanne loves lyn. Charleston loves lyn.Dominic loves lyn. Garrett loves lyn. Gina loves lyn.Samantha loves lyn. Jieying loves lyn. Pammy loves lyn.Eunice loves lyn. Leonard loves lyn. Ivan loves lyn. Fengxu loves lyn. Jianming loves lyn. Weitze loves lyn.Puayfen loves lyn. Deborah loves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108298988642316395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108298988642316395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108298988642316395' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108273102050546181</id><published>2004-04-23T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T22:41:09.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Julianah is very very very very SMART!!!!hehe. happy now? haiyo...brain-blocked. tired. needs sleep. gonna do my qt now. gd bye. Lynette's outta here!love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108273102050546181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108273102050546181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273102050546181' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108255228558852920</id><published>2004-04-21T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T23:56:44.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicoll Highway has fallen. Does that mean we do not build anymore highways? way to go, you 4/1 fella. whoever you are. yeah. had student forum today during EFL. There's some smart fellas out there in the sec 4s. rather impressive. yup.I love my chem textbook!!It's red, pink and orange!!!And tomorrow's my test!!!!And I still have 1 more chapter to go!!!!!And I think I'm falling ill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108255228558852920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108255228558852920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108255228558852920' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108246958809373291</id><published>2004-04-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T22:03:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>victory instinct. I'm gonna conquer the mountain. **mountain == chem chp 5-6**by thurs. my goodness. gonna mug now.Pigs are smart!Pigs do not need study rules!Pigs conquer the mountains!!!and Lynette loves pigs. love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108246958809373291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108246958809373291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246958809373291' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108238640814229404</id><published>2004-04-19T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T18:56:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ran fished with joanne. bleahz.went to charleston's house. ate prata.drank teh chino.bathed.oceanized.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108238640814229404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108238640814229404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238640814229404' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108230523136584360</id><published>2004-04-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:24:33.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My prediction came to past. Dom has a blog. Muahahahaha....Next up to come.....Charleston's and Garrett's. haha. Can look for me if you need help. Muahahahaha.Lynette influences people. Joanne. Then Dom. And soon, Charleston and Garrett.But KS influences Lynette. Bleahz.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108230523136584360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108230523136584360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108230523136584360' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108220486442763326</id><published>2004-04-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T20:31:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found out things that are meant to be kept from me.  The truth.Lies. Disguise. Two-faced. I'm disgusted. Angry. Infuriated. Heart-broken. Crying.I dont know you anymore. Crying. In tears.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108220486442763326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108220486442763326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108220486442763326' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108212828985299489</id><published>2004-04-16T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T00:25:55.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okie. After 6 onion rings and 4 cheese nuggets, I'm ready to blog.Well, went school today. Watched Pirates of the Caribbean for Eng. *smirks - Orlando Bloom's the guy!* Then, had choir. Then, went with Weiyee to buy her elephantly, large, big, gigantic addidas bag. Presenting some credit to myself, I made the final decision for the colour of the bag - between blue and red. Obviously, naturally,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108212828985299489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108212828985299489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212828985299489' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108212604688325056</id><published>2004-04-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T22:38:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired. dont feel like blogging at all. boo! love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108212604688325056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108212604688325056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212604688325056' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108204352257138262</id><published>2004-04-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T23:50:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream today. That I met someone I'd never met for a long time. Someone whom only existed in my fantasy. Said the things that only existed in my wildest dreams.Someone told me that dreams are the reality of your fantasies. I guess its true. That feeling is back. The feeling that I'd secretly hidden for the past few years. It's back. But it's only my fantasy. It's not real. It's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108204352257138262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108204352257138262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204352257138262' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108175742120590068</id><published>2004-04-12T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T16:14:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sick again. slept through my entire morning. still feeling rather awful now.And Breath's gonna kiss Ivan's feet next week. Because he lent us his accoustic guitar. Because he wants to help Leonard to give his best to God. (yea, I read the sms)And it's all because, Seagull's horrible.And it's all because, the taxi-driver was a horrible fella.And it's all because, Leonard needs the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108175742120590068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108175742120590068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175742120590068' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108152819913960186</id><published>2004-04-10T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T00:33:48.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 10 April. Yusmar's birthday. Oh well.Happy Birthday, Yusmar!bleahz. Not like he'll ever get to see this. haha. But I'm done with my past. Yeah. - ying, i know you're grinning now.-love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108152819913960186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108152819913960186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152819913960186' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108144053881092195</id><published>2004-04-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:12:47.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>- Discipleship Points of the Day - from Pst HowTo God, a heart of flame.To people, a heart of love.To myself, a heart of steel.-St Augustine-The scars on the hands and feet of Jesus convinced doubting Thomas that He is real. Sometimes the scars on the hearts of pastors and leaders convince doubters that we are real. Otherwise, why do we do the things we do?Christian leadership is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108144053881092195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108144053881092195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144053881092195' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108143268416198912</id><published>2004-04-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T22:01:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so pinkie...and sweet. definitely unlynette.demure.feminine.unlynettelove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108143268416198912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108143268416198912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143268416198912' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108100563661035137</id><published>2004-04-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:24:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah. sang to the trees today. so lame. and so many mosquitoes.And today's the opening of yi(1) zi(1) mao(1) - Ismail fanclub. haha. *reasons to join*- free tight-fit shirt- 50% off membership of any gym- we love mr Ismail's funky car. Zoom......::* Highlight of the day*::Pigs are the cleverest animals.                                                Joy LeeP/S Credibility of quoter...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108100563661035137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108100563661035137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108100563661035137' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108091054336693570</id><published>2004-04-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:59:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like speaking.But I feel like crying.I feel like running.But I feel like walking.I feel like standing.But I feel like falling.I feel like conquering.But I feel like escaping.I feel like battling.But I feel like hiding.I feel like flying.But I feel like falling.Broken Apart.Dashed. Cracked. Shattered.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108091054336693570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108091054336693570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108091054336693570' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108083560254577436</id><published>2004-04-02T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T00:10:21.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will carry the cross. To the ends of the earth.Passionated.love Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108083560254577436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108083560254577436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083560254577436' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108070477027158057</id><published>2004-03-31T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T11:49:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sick today. didnt go school. haha. really sick. have mc too. not pon.okie. so these are things that i'm gonna do later.- plan for Passion parties- study ss- pray for Passion parties- prac A Maths- email pst, dom, esmonde- smile!ooo. joanne's dropping by later. well, she's forever dropping by. haha. last saturday, she dropped by at 12am with jackson. haha. And they stayed around till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108070477027158057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108070477027158057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070477027158057' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-108057459954521442</id><published>2004-03-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T23:40:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid choir performance this saturday. damn irritating. singing to stupid greenaries. like what the heck. as if the trees will grow better listening to our voices. and stupid choir got scolded again. i mean, no one has given this choir a vision to run towards. no matter how "passionate" we are...without a vision, we'll still die. anyway, with my prediction, if the anderson choir carries on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108057459954521442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/108057459954521442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057459954521442' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6051993.post-107987578542146774</id><published>2004-03-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T21:33:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>enchanted.tale as old as timetrue as it can bebarely even friendsthen somebody bendsunexpectedlylove Him. love brad cheney. love pigs. love lynette.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/107987578542146774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6051993/posts/default/107987578542146774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morningwaves.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987578542146774' title=''/><author><name>lynette.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
