<?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-8211146164883685568</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:08:32.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER ENDS...</title><subtitle type='html'>-Life is so short that it never ends if you truly appreciate every bit-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-1548881309513653500</id><published>2009-09-02T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:18:27.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>I really got to get this out of my chest,&lt;br /&gt;It aches me inside,&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say,&lt;br /&gt;Do I even need to say,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even need to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I've done lately all have been wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It's probably because I didn't put in much effort,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be better next time, I promise,&lt;br /&gt;The most I can assure is just to give it my all in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I ponder,&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who feels this way,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully not,&lt;br /&gt;Time move so fast,&lt;br /&gt;So fast,&lt;br /&gt;And I miss those old times, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for everything I have now,&lt;br /&gt;Even at some point, when I looked back,&lt;br /&gt;I think I could do better and hope things were better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's life.&lt;br /&gt;I'll accept what it is and hope for the better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More shinny days ahead, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jo LyN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-1548881309513653500?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/1548881309513653500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=1548881309513653500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/1548881309513653500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/1548881309513653500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-6272713757889178354</id><published>2009-03-05T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:59:30.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhooHoo.. I'm lovin it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*currently listening to Lost, Coldplay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short update. Uni is getting pretty fun. Yeah, I do have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;many many many &lt;/span&gt;assignments and work to get done but I'm actually enjoying every single bit although I'm still yet confused and lost in some things. I also met some really fun to be with friends. Nice having them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for today. My eyes are heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Good night people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-6272713757889178354?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/6272713757889178354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=6272713757889178354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/6272713757889178354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/6272713757889178354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoohoo-im-lovin-it.html' title='WhooHoo.. I&apos;m lovin it'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-8346582242519373142</id><published>2009-02-19T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:14:02.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*listening to, You Found Me, The Fray*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I last updated. Missing me yet? Haha, I'm not DEAD okay, just plain lazy and at times I just don't post what I wrote, I feel it's too personal and revealing too much of me and then I delete. Do people actually read my blog anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that. I'll be busy starting from next week. I'll be attending my orientation. Yeah, again. For those who are wondering what course I'm doing, I'll be taking biotechnology in Monash University. The Malaysia Campus. It is a 3 years course but can be extended a year for research programme. Not too sure it is the right choice though but hopefully I'll get through it. This course is soooo wide. I had to choice an elective. There were many choices actually and my eyes were on psychology but too bad, I was not able to choose that subject. The time for attending that class clashes with some other important lectures. Sad! I took quite some time to think.. There was Contemporary Worlds I and II but, I had no idea what was that all about at that time. So, that's out again. I wanted to do something regarding arts/culture/humanities or something not science, not theoritical. But finally, I chose Introduction to Management. I hope it is not a boring subject.  I think it is related to business and business is good :) Haha, money making and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone in a new environment is a little scary. Afraid to be lonely :( I have no friends I know of going there. But, I need to start somewhere right? Learning to adapt. Some of my friends are leaving overseas already, and some of them had left. I once asked a friend of mine who just left for New Zealand to pursue his tertiary education whether he was excited and happy to study abroad. He told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a little scared. I'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt; *in the other part of the world somemore* NZ is not as close like Singapore/Thailand. It's way further. So I guess it's normal to feel this way.  I'm lucky to be still here or instead I chose to stay here. Haha, nahh I'm just not ready to go yet. But yeah, if given an opportunity, yes why not? That's for the later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for today. Have a nice day. One more thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;20th &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wee Chin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you happen to see this, I wish you all the best, again and happy being 20. Have a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's great having you as my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With lurve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Jo Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-8346582242519373142?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/8346582242519373142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=8346582242519373142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/8346582242519373142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/8346582242519373142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-updated.html' title='Fresh start.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-1327391598378582519</id><published>2009-01-22T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:21:00.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pheww.. finally</title><content type='html'>I just got my A Level results on Wednesday. I checked the results online. As usual, feeling very excited, scared and worried at the same time. My feelings were all mixed up till I didn't know what to feel. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I hated that feeling, it made me want to vomit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It made me uncomfortable.  I was not sure the exact time the results were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday morning, after having breakfast with mum at the coffee shop, my friend, Swee Chin sms me. She told me results were out. And there goes, my heart beats even faster and faster, I quickly went into the website entering my user name and password. Before I pressed 'enter' , I walked up and down for a few times. I told myself no matter what, I still have to find out, sooner or later and just accept what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I logged in. *DUMMM*, my results were on the screen. I was relieved. I was happy. I was grateful. I never expected too much though. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A Level was tough for me. &lt;/span&gt;It was not easy I can now tell you. It is easy to pass but difficult to score. I did not get straight A's but I'm happy with what I got. It was not something to be proud of.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; I did okay. &lt;/span&gt;The subjects I wanted to get A, I  managed to :)  I got a 'B' for my Physics. Ya man!! That's already good for me, I didn't quite like Physics. It is just so technical and at times, I don't really get those theories and stuffs. I felt like giving up after getting my AS level results, but fortunately, I retake the whole 5 papers again. Whee :) OK, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What have I learned this 1.5 years?  &lt;/span&gt;Besides understanding science subjects better compared to high school where I usually play around, I learned that one should never give up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Determination is what drives me up :)  &lt;/span&gt;We will not know what the future beholds. So yea, have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm starting off my degree course soon. After CNY. I'm looking forward....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-1327391598378582519?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/1327391598378582519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=1327391598378582519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/1327391598378582519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/1327391598378582519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2009/01/pheww-finally.html' title='Pheww.. finally'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-2511770245625768483</id><published>2009-01-17T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:30:11.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love Never Fails</title><content type='html'>I was reading the March 2008 Reader's Digest just last night before I went to bed. Flipping through pages after pages, I looked for titles that actually attracted me. Then, this article entitled &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'An Unbreakable Bond' &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this story brings about a lady and a man who were meant to be together right from the beginning even though there were so many obstacles between them. It was not an ordinary love story I shall remind you. There was more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It revolves 2 orphans who met in a children's home in Sunderland, UK. The boy, Alan Brogan was only four when he was put in the orphanage. His mother died of cervical cancer and his father could not cope anymore. Discipline was harsh in the orphanage. Then one day, a girl called Irene was led in the orphanage. At that time, Alan was seven. He felt he had known this person all his life. *wow*. Irene was nine and her mother died of tuberculosis and her father had become an alcoholic. Friendship grew deeper between them. The staff in the orphanage did everything to keep the sexes apart. The both had fun playing with each other. Then one day, Alan asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we get older, will you marry me, Irene?" ..... "Yes, of course," she replied. "But you'll have to wait a fair bit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, one day while the two was playing and chasing each other, Alan and Irene collapsed into a tickling match. They were in serious trouble as mention earlier, discipline was tight. Alan was taken to another children's home on the other side of Sunderland. He was sad and had many questions in his mind. He had to get back to let Irene know that he hadn't abandoned her.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Alan finished schooling and began working. He did search for Irene. However he realised he had no way to trace her. They had never known each other's surnames. Alan then got married at 28 but his marriage failed after 7 years. He didn't want to have kids. Later, he met another lady. One day, she told Alan,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "There's a woman who works there (gym) who grew up in a children's home."&lt;/span&gt; And her name was Irene. Such an coincidence? Is she the Irene he was looking for all this while? Alan and Irene did met and had little conversation but that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan and the lady later broke off. Irene did get married and had 2 children with Robert, a miner. But after 7 years, their marriage failed too. She drifted through other relationships but never found security. Things moved on for while. Irene wanted to tell Alan that she had always loved him but was afraid that time she might harm his relationship with ' the lady'. But later she found out that 'the lady' had passed away and that Alan had moved to Scotland. Irene had try moving on and dated other men but later she decided, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I can't have Alan. I don't want another relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny day on May 10, 2004, Irene was walking down a street after workout at a gym with her friend, she saw a familiar figure. She called to Alan and suddenly they were in each other's arms. Alan explained to Irene's friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is the lady I loved all my life."&lt;/span&gt; * Awww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met for a dinner and had be talking about what had been happening in each other lives in the last 44 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this was what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe it would be easier in future if we had all our dinners together,"&lt;/span&gt; Alan suggested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan proposed formally on a beach in December 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, yes!"&lt;/span&gt; Irene shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I said you would have to wait a fair bit,"&lt;/span&gt; she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was worth it,"&lt;/span&gt; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how it went.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this article, it sounds rather like a fairy-tale to me. Is this story true? But then, it was published in Reader's Digest. Where can things just drop in place so easily? So, I had to believe it. I mean yeah, I always believe that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;True Love Never Fails. &lt;/span&gt;Just have faith in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s, I wrote the story a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;little messy-lar&lt;/span&gt;. You have to read the original article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jo Lyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-2511770245625768483?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/2511770245625768483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=2511770245625768483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/2511770245625768483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/2511770245625768483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-love-never-fails.html' title='True Love Never Fails'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-8207014224349554309</id><published>2008-12-30T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:00:57.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year has gone.</title><content type='html'>The year 2008 has been a great year to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I've done things I haven't done before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned things I never knew before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I met people whom I haven't seen before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to places I haven't heard before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these has been a great experience to me. I'm learning each day and I hope that I will be able to learn and experience much more things in life. Life is so damn short. It's always now or never. And to the people around me, thanks for all the memories we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my wish to all :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SVnhyf5l9uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vcPepk8idd0/s1600-h/new+year+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SVnhyf5l9uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vcPepk8idd0/s320/new+year+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285503895368759010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With lurve,&lt;br /&gt;Jo Lyn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-8207014224349554309?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/8207014224349554309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=8207014224349554309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/8207014224349554309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/8207014224349554309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-has-gone.html' title='A year has gone.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SVnhyf5l9uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vcPepk8idd0/s72-c/new+year+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-3698236304895193975</id><published>2008-12-29T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:20:34.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>Guess this is what I do when I'm bored. Sit in front of the computer doing almost nothing except at times to clear some stuffs. I don't plan to work because my results will be out in January next year which is real soon, and then I planned to start of with my course. No more wasting time. No more! I rested enough already. Haha. The more I rest, the more lazy I will be. Oh ya, just sitting here I realised how close is it to start off a new year. I'm happy and looking forward to what comes ahead. There are actually a few things that I want to accomplish in the year 200&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;To climb Mount Kinabalu is probably one of them right now. I actually saw some old men and even old ladies who successfully climb the mountain. How they managed to? That was a suprise to me. It was! All this while I thought, only people who are in their 20s or 30s or 40s climb but I was wrong. I salute them for their determination. It is not easy although it seems to look as it is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I thought to my self, if they can do it, why not me? &lt;/span&gt;Even, Kenny Sia had climbed already. If I can't do it in the year 09' then I shall wait for the years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moving on, just a rondom shot of me and Wai Han.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SVj3ac1iHCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r_sFHhtklsc/s1600-h/IMG_2587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SVj3ac1iHCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r_sFHhtklsc/s320/IMG_2587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285246196508662818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;This picture was taken a month ago I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; our teeth. Definitely! &lt;/span&gt;Thank you Mum for forcing us to brush our teeth when we were young. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy reading people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-3698236304895193975?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/3698236304895193975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=3698236304895193975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/3698236304895193975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/3698236304895193975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SVj3ac1iHCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/r_sFHhtklsc/s72-c/IMG_2587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-4734326875127945784</id><published>2008-12-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:50:25.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SU8OG1ORPfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qM-w-qz4ryw/s1600-h/merry-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SU8OG1ORPfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qM-w-qz4ryw/s320/merry-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282456398457814514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas everyone. Have a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-4734326875127945784?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/4734326875127945784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=4734326875127945784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4734326875127945784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4734326875127945784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-days-to-go.html' title='4 days to go'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SU8OG1ORPfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qM-w-qz4ryw/s72-c/merry-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-1218746186729867001</id><published>2008-12-19T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:17:18.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxgHQfaj4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/v2kSUhZaBIQ/s1600-h/KK,S+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxgHQfaj4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/v2kSUhZaBIQ/s320/KK,S+454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281702140800831362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the streets in Kota Kinabalu(city) at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxg1yXDkQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XehHPl8GgEg/s1600-h/KK,S+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxg1yXDkQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XehHPl8GgEg/s320/KK,S+478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281702940166557954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxhQKsjmyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gmbd01kwJ8U/s1600-h/KK,S+477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxhQKsjmyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gmbd01kwJ8U/s320/KK,S+477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281703393375787810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxh1GukrMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dNPH-2gxKKI/s1600-h/KK,S+484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxh1GukrMI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dNPH-2gxKKI/s320/KK,S+484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281704027965664450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pink gang?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxiUQUaCOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yQ0GiQeiSn4/s1600-h/KK,S+511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxiUQUaCOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yQ0GiQeiSn4/s320/KK,S+511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281704563116214498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanjung Aru beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxjEqverZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UwYySofmNB0/s1600-h/KK,S+490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxjEqverZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UwYySofmNB0/s320/KK,S+490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705394842807698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say cheeze!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxtQy3f4sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0_CoWCtGNts/s1600-h/KK,S+495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxtQy3f4sI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0_CoWCtGNts/s320/KK,S+495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281716598298632898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the spoon to scoop the coconut flesh. Innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxt5PhTkbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ChowEDzTwa0/s1600-h/KK,S+494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxt5PhTkbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ChowEDzTwa0/s320/KK,S+494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281717293184946610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's all about coconut. We looked tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did enjoy myself. Indeed, it was a great experience visiting Sabah although most of us fell sick during the trip and had tummy-upset.  I did not buy back anything except a simple bangle.  Something like that. Friends, if you like the nature rather than shopping, Sabah is the place to be. There are jungles and islands. So, anyone, Sabah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all :) These pictures tell it all. As it is, a picture tells a thousand word. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-1218746186729867001?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/1218746186729867001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=1218746186729867001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/1218746186729867001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/1218746186729867001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-vacation-part-3.html' title='My Vacation (Part 3)'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUxgHQfaj4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/v2kSUhZaBIQ/s72-c/KK,S+454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-4266055335907935736</id><published>2008-12-19T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:25:23.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtaqmHGs-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-0Mu1i8IHFI/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtaqmHGs-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-0Mu1i8IHFI/s320/DSC01148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281414675853390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mount Kinabalu. We were pretty lucky to get a chance to look at the peak because usually, in the month of December the clouds would be thick. And, we had to wake up around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.00 am. Its bright there at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtb-iOcwMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J_CC2pAuEdw/s1600-h/KK,S+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtb-iOcwMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/J_CC2pAuEdw/s320/KK,S+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281416117919465666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a chimney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtcogfu-2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sv8lYHhGaHU/s1600-h/KK,S+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtcogfu-2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Sv8lYHhGaHU/s320/KK,S+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281416839009598306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some parts of the peak of Mount Kinabalu. Apparently, at different angles you see different shapes. Which other mountains in Malaysia do you see its peak which is rocky? Tell me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtemeOyGfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I3miSdU6lQw/s1600-h/KK,S+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtemeOyGfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/I3miSdU6lQw/s320/KK,S+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281419003065145842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family portrait. Nice weather. Cooling but not freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtfg8ZyVdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2naoc_AxRuU/s1600-h/KK,S+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtfg8ZyVdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2naoc_AxRuU/s320/KK,S+192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281420007596774866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what plant is this called. This place is known as Rose Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtgmM8y_lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9vzkJyDva7o/s1600-h/KK,S+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtgmM8y_lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9vzkJyDva7o/s320/KK,S+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281421197449559634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUthYhsEmoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KHELX-FLfEk/s1600-h/KK,S+298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUthYhsEmoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KHELX-FLfEk/s320/KK,S+298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281422062010014338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Crocodile Farm. Oh oh.. I saw hunch-back crocodiles. But, I don't think we took any pictures. Very 'kesian' when you actually see them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtkcC_6MfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D6669MsKFJk/s1600-h/KK,S+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtkcC_6MfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/D6669MsKFJk/s320/KK,S+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281425421026079218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite picture. I forgot the name of this bridge. Mini SanFransico bridge. It really does look something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtjX6eQyQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BX3VBJbP37s/s1600-h/KK,S+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtjX6eQyQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BX3VBJbP37s/s320/KK,S+308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281424250506365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Gaya Street. Some people call this place Sunday market. Something like KL's Petaling Street. Very crowded on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtlUtuFwrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hTE_r7TD-vA/s1600-h/KK,S+339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtlUtuFwrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hTE_r7TD-vA/s320/KK,S+339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426394566738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unique right? This picture was taken in the wildlife park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtmY8a7KFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ghOykTV5Zrc/s1600-h/KK,S+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtmY8a7KFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ghOykTV5Zrc/s320/KK,S+381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281427566743988306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clever orangutan. Her name is Marsha. She was actually donated by a person who kept her as a pet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtnWeErAkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8jvl9MgdoLY/s1600-h/KK,S+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtnWeErAkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8jvl9MgdoLY/s320/KK,S+403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281428623749481026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mowgli. He is only the male orangutan among the others. How lucky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 5- updating soon. Saving the last. Happy reading people. It's hard work updating these pictures. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Adious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-4266055335907935736?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/4266055335907935736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=4266055335907935736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4266055335907935736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4266055335907935736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-vacation-part-2.html' title='My Vacation (Part 2)'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUtaqmHGs-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/-0Mu1i8IHFI/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-4163614201617951151</id><published>2008-12-17T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:59:19.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vacation (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi5k7-RfYI/AAAAAAAAACM/3DUc905qMFw/s1600-h/KK,S+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi5k7-RfYI/AAAAAAAAACM/3DUc905qMFw/s320/KK,S+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280674607317220738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At LCCT, Sepang. This airport is rather simple. All AirAsia planes/airbus depart and arrive here.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi7FgtQZBI/AAAAAAAAACU/9aGjEn1Q-eM/s1600-h/KK,S+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi7FgtQZBI/AAAAAAAAACU/9aGjEn1Q-eM/s320/KK,S+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280676266445399058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my mum. Feeling a little dizzy. To my surprise, flying with AirAsia was not bad. Only the seats were uncomfortable.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi83B475vI/AAAAAAAAACk/NNg5m4DfPzI/s1600-h/KK,S+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi83B475vI/AAAAAAAAACk/NNg5m4DfPzI/s320/KK,S+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280678216677975794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AirAsia.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi-H9ttmbI/AAAAAAAAACs/YepjpBe_SLA/s1600-h/KK,S+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi-H9ttmbI/AAAAAAAAACs/YepjpBe_SLA/s320/KK,S+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280679607126563250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the streets in Kota Kinabalu. The christmas decorations are not bad I can say. Look at the christmas tree behind :) Christmas here is quite a big event here since most Sabahans are Christians.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi_RG8ZEoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i97gKBDZWho/s1600-h/KK,S+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi_RG8ZEoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i97gKBDZWho/s320/KK,S+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280680863734502018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Focus on the scenery. Its beautiful. I have thoughts of migrating to Sabah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (The most exciting day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjA8bQyD1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nb2H6oaL5K4/s1600-h/KK,S+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjA8bQyD1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nb2H6oaL5K4/s320/KK,S+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280682707434737490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to Kinabalu Park, we stopped at this place where we can buy souvenirs. All the stalls mostly sell the same items, at the same price even after you tried hard bargaining. Some items are unique.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjCcurcUUI/AAAAAAAAADE/n8GSE6FDPfI/s1600-h/KK,S+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjCcurcUUI/AAAAAAAAADE/n8GSE6FDPfI/s320/KK,S+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280684361914274114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say? Preserve the nature for our future generations. This is not a 'copy and paste' from the internet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjDnyAbbvI/AAAAAAAAADM/2iC-q9s4B2A/s1600-h/KK,S+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjDnyAbbvI/AAAAAAAAADM/2iC-q9s4B2A/s320/KK,S+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280685651297791730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is part of the Canopy Walk in Kinabalu Park. I enjoyed it very much. I like it! Very tiring but fun. Good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjFL7E_D0I/AAAAAAAAADU/xFKHHDWCzDw/s1600-h/KK,S+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjFL7E_D0I/AAAAAAAAADU/xFKHHDWCzDw/s320/KK,S+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280687371719741250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's this call? There's a word for it. My bro took this picture. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjGseeSQmI/AAAAAAAAADc/z2LSeoOnr8s/s1600-h/KK,S+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjGseeSQmI/AAAAAAAAADc/z2LSeoOnr8s/s320/KK,S+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280689030488539746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A group picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjILGGUIXI/AAAAAAAAADs/6gj_2k18Ky8/s1600-h/KK,S+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjILGGUIXI/AAAAAAAAADs/6gj_2k18Ky8/s320/KK,S+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280690656033120626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjILGGUIXI/AAAAAAAAADs/6gj_2k18Ky8/s1600-h/KK,S+088.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Wai Han walking. I was really scared walking on that 'thing'. As you walk, the 'thing' will shake. But, it was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjJjFnifWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7LF-Zjj2_M4/s1600-h/KK,S+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjJjFnifWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7LF-Zjj2_M4/s320/KK,S+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280692167732526434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us are actually dipping our legs in the hot water. Natural hot water. This place is called Poring Hot Spring. Very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjL-gyxp7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LLy1hOckxqU/s1600-h/KK,S+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUjL-gyxp7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LLy1hOckxqU/s320/KK,S+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280694837907138482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, this is the source. As you go closer, you can see smoke coming out from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for the first 2 days. Will continue. Stay tuned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-4163614201617951151?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/4163614201617951151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=4163614201617951151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4163614201617951151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4163614201617951151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-vacation-part-1.html' title='My Vacation (Part 1)'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SUi5k7-RfYI/AAAAAAAAACM/3DUc905qMFw/s72-c/KK,S+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-4099420569307390134</id><published>2008-12-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:29:49.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>Hi there people!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my holidays. A 5 days 4 nights stay at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.&lt;/span&gt; She's a great place to be. There was nothing much in the city but if you travel out, it will definitely bring you closer to nature. Trees, trees and more trees. Plus, the air is fresher. Stay tuned for more photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-4099420569307390134?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/4099420569307390134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=4099420569307390134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4099420569307390134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4099420569307390134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-7121419710005387535</id><published>2008-11-30T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:02:04.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to climb a MOUNTAIN!</title><content type='html'>It sounds kinda weird right for hearing me say that I want to climb a mountain. Not exactly a mountain, a hill also sounds great to me. But, it's true. I just feel like going jungle trekking, look at trees, cross rivers and just enjoy the scenery.The last trip was back in primary 6. I really want something like that! I really do! I want something different. But, apparently we need to be very fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/STKpqllk7sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Er15aeoSy80/s1600-h/mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/STKpqllk7sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Er15aeoSy80/s320/mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274464662713593538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture has it all. A mountain behind and a lake too. It's breathtaking I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not sure whether I get to climb a mountain someday, but I'm working on it. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-7121419710005387535?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/7121419710005387535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=7121419710005387535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/7121419710005387535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/7121419710005387535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-climb-mountain.html' title='I want to climb a MOUNTAIN!'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/STKpqllk7sI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Er15aeoSy80/s72-c/mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-4395617173963546869</id><published>2008-11-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:29:29.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine.</title><content type='html'>I went to Times Square yesterday with my friends from college. Might be the last outing together with them after close to a year and a half. Haha, its true that we can always keep in touch and meet each other sometimes but at some point we might just lose touch of each other. That's the way it is most of the time. However, the memories to me will always remain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only in college but throughout my entire schooling days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine picked me up from home and then we headed to college to take a taxi. And then, off we were to Times Square. We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Gasoline &lt;/span&gt;to take our lunch. Nahh I didn't eat, just took a cup of coffee. So, we decided to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;'Quarantine' &lt;/span&gt;and it was my idea to watch that movie. However, it turned out to be just okay. Nothing spectacular. It's quite scary here and there. Dont get me wrong, Quarantine is not a ghost story. And... after 5 minutes of watching that movie, I began to get dizzy. Real dizzy. The camera was shaking almost the entire movie. But anyways, its ok. So sorry guys for choosing that movie :) I didn't know. Took a bus back to college. It was a long, long journey. Of course-lah, public transport. I hate traffic jams in KL. Stress giler.&lt;br /&gt;If only there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; buses, trains and less cars on the road. Just imagine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, what do &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; usually do during the holidays to keep time moving? As it is, I'm getting bored already. I feel like I'm too free and I miss being busy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-4395617173963546869?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/4395617173963546869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=4395617173963546869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4395617173963546869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/4395617173963546869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/11/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-133567170338023637</id><published>2008-11-22T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:35:22.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart.</title><content type='html'>I learnt and realised something yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I now believe that the HEART never lies. And, it is much stronger than you think :)&lt;br /&gt;You might think that yes, sometimes we must not follow our feelings, heart and use the brain instead, but now I believe that somehow what we truly feel is what saves us. It just happened to me yesterday. I do not know how to put this in words or explain.. But, I now know and trust my heart. May be not all the time, but most of the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I went to a Gala Concert, organised by Persatuan Chopin Malaysia. It was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3rd ASEAN International Chopin Competition, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eld first time in Malaysia. The pianist were from Korea, Japan, Indonesia, Vietnam and not forgetting our beloved country, Malaysia. All of them were so good. So good! Haha.. I watched how some of them moved their heads while playing with full of emotion.Whoa.It's all classical music. My favourite was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Randy Ryan&lt;/span&gt; from Indonesia. He is a young boy but played so well. His piece was J.S Bach-Piano Concerto in F minor BMV 1056-2nd and 3rd movement.He's cute too. Gu Jingdan from China was good too.  Nice place, nice music, nice concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's all for today :)&lt;br /&gt;Adious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-133567170338023637?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/133567170338023637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=133567170338023637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/133567170338023637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/133567170338023637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/11/heart.html' title='The Heart.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-3708233461741291329</id><published>2008-11-21T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:40:41.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally, I have completed my exams and also my A-Levels. Such a relief. I guess I will be very free now. Anyways, have your heard the song ' You make it real ' by James Morrison? I just love the song. He has great voice don't you think so? I thought of buying his latest cd. Reviews on this cd was particularly good. Should I? Or should I just continue listening to his music by just downloading them? Argggh.. can I get that as my christmas present since christmas is coming :) Please, Santa Claus.. Haha.. ok ok stop being so childish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSewDRcYyRI/AAAAAAAAABE/K1FbG7D07Os/s1600-h/james_morrison_450_01_450x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSewDRcYyRI/AAAAAAAAABE/K1FbG7D07Os/s320/james_morrison_450_01_450x350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271375459129018642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is him. At some parts he looks like Chris Martin from Coldplay right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-3708233461741291329?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/3708233461741291329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=3708233461741291329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/3708233461741291329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/3708233461741291329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m free.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSewDRcYyRI/AAAAAAAAABE/K1FbG7D07Os/s72-c/james_morrison_450_01_450x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-5679200558068848039</id><published>2008-10-22T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T23:33:46.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too much.</title><content type='html'>I felt like crying while doing my maths paper today. Its was so difficult and I do not have enough time to actually do it  properly. Probably Cambridge purposely change the standard. Its getting harder though. Past year questions seem so much easier. So, those who thinks A-levels is easy.. Haha.. better change your perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did give my best and hopefully I fair okay. You know how it feels when you work so damn hard for something you want badly right? So , I have 12 days break before the next paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, in the first place I am not sure why I did A levels. All I know is that I didn't want to do STPM. So, here I am in TARC. Why I ended up there? Because its the nearest to my house, offers full 100% scholarship without the need of going through any interview. So why not?&lt;br /&gt;All in, it is not too bad. Learnt a lot! And.. I did improve my Mandarin :)Whee!!Lecturers are good and the students there are of course mostly Chinese. I got quite afraid at the beginning because they are all so smart, hardworking (you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met many people from different backgrounds. Sometimes, when we talk or discuss about some particular issues I kinda learnt a little because I feel that their way of thinking is totally the opposite of mine. I learnt to accept the very strange and opposite!&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally hang out with a group of friends. Here's a pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SP7im4ZrxfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wRUq1YXz49U/s1600-h/IMG_1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SP7im4ZrxfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wRUq1YXz49U/s320/IMG_1170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259890572418336242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                             (Ying Xin, Me, Cheah Yin, Swee Chin, Sin Yee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SP7j64h-zaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LNmdjGve9fY/s1600-h/IMG_1187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SP7j64h-zaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LNmdjGve9fY/s320/IMG_1187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259892015562149282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                 (That's another friend of mine, Yong Xing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all very nice people. Special in their own ways :) I do enjoy the times I spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for now. There's nothing in my brain now. Its running dry. Ahha :)&lt;br /&gt;Adious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-5679200558068848039?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/5679200558068848039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=5679200558068848039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/5679200558068848039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/5679200558068848039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-too-much.html' title='A little too much.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SP7im4ZrxfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wRUq1YXz49U/s72-c/IMG_1170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211146164883685568.post-8093957750361839137</id><published>2008-10-12T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:06:40.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Script.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know " The Script " is recently the famous duo-Irish singers but the title here is actually my first script here.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post. I'm pretty new in blogging. I used to read blogs but never actually owned a page of my own. To me, its quite fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are just next week. Will be finishing the whole course once I have completed those papers. Really looking forward for what's coming next. I will have holidays, sufficient rest and most important, I can do what I really want to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda know what I want to do but lets just wait till I get the results. Hopefully, everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the first post, I want to keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211146164883685568-8093957750361839137?l=jolynkan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/feeds/8093957750361839137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211146164883685568&amp;postID=8093957750361839137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/8093957750361839137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211146164883685568/posts/default/8093957750361839137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jolynkan.blogspot.com/2008/10/script.html' title='The Script.'/><author><name>Jo Lyn K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09017102906260362924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruK4dEAIHK0/SSer1WuytGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bOqvF2r9Y4E/S220/DSC00039.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
