<?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-10173737</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:03:19.029-07:00</updated><category term='Reunion'/><category term='Shikeen'/><category term='Sabasket'/><title type='text'>LynN-A-LiCiOuS's BLoGgiE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8630806407349383359</id><published>2008-08-08T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:12:22.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 43rd Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Stella and Xuanie I finally know what's &lt;em&gt;Behind Every Great Woman- ( erm.. dat's their tagline anyways!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232190798652275250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJx5z168ejI/AAAAAAAAA_U/a6RT7qWvxY4/s400/amore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I will be spending my breaks and any free time( define free time! especially with the saying you cant buy time! lol )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all-ladies gym and fitness centre really rawks &lt;em&gt;Lah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once Im actually sex-cited to hit the gym and im actually carrying the timetable for the classes where ever i go so just that when i have that teeny weeny time to spare I can just head down! In fact that are two outlets in Bugis and ParkMall that is within my neighbourhood- City Hall! This is the best thing ever to have enlightened me since the invention of the light bulb of coz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. met Smarty for Prata behind NUS was really nice!That i hardly forgot to take any photos with her especially after her chic new hair do! Some things may have changed due to what we called " Growing Up" but some things still do remain. We both just cant believe how three years just past us by. I guess we're both gonna visit Mr and Mrs Leow on Teacher's Day to thank them for guiding us when we retook our As. I somehow cant help but ramble on how i should just have at least applied for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uni courses with the grades i got the first time! but oh wells.. if not for that, i wouldnt have found my destiny to enter NIE and pursue my rewarding career. So Smarty, till we meet again. It's funny how that we both can be taking the same bus service no. 179 and holding the same matric card but we have NEVER bump into each other in school. But as we both agreed, a phone call away is just all it takes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a phone call from moi "sister" Kelly and he was asking me if i had any plans for tomorrow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Before this phone call-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home from school, I was just looking at those in Red and White, thinking to myself.. sigh! I dont feel the spirit of National Day at all this year! I am suppose to be going to the family gathering at fizo's new bungalow in JB but at the last minute:  Dad has to work! Sigh! Even looking at all the flags draping from one end to the other doesnt instill any sense of celebration to the Singaporean in me somehow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-After the phone call-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232193904326416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJx8ondXGQI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0LZEBVQ9EV4/s400/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have a great National Day weekend, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Thanks for coming all the way down to Serangoon in THE Black Suzuki Swift just to sent me this best National day gift ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8630806407349383359?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8630806407349383359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8630806407349383359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8630806407349383359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8630806407349383359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-43rd-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy 43rd Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJx5z168ejI/AAAAAAAAA_U/a6RT7qWvxY4/s72-c/amore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-6172685531683114992</id><published>2008-08-04T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:54:58.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday Christine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJb7l3oqeHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fKUNllPwmbM/s1600-h/happy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230644645245646962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="59" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJb7l3oqeHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fKUNllPwmbM/s400/happy.bmp" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230644944787612690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJb73ThCJBI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JumEWojH0S0/s400/DSC01625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Miss Liyana.. My birthday is on the 4th August.. Yes.. Christine.. That will be TODAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, she stops the whole countdown-to-her-birthday! My tuitees are such cuties! I remember that they can practically cheer me up when i was having my bad days.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had to rush back to Serangoon Gardens just to be in time for tuition and I totally forgot to buy her something that has Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice or even anything PiNK! I rushed down after school... wait.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man.. it's really nice to be back in school and see all the changes in my course mates.. Some dressed up while others, like me decide to just dress down. I think my only days of actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dressing up will be on Friday where i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have ONE HOUR SCIENCE LECTURE at 5.30PM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friday Nights are like the New weekend. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to The Christine Birthday Surprise Episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that I cant possibly have time to shop.. so i decided to get the OBVIOUS gift. A birthday cake to feed their sweet tooth! Hah! i am a geNIEus! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called their grandmother to make them go to their room so that i can secretly place the cake in the fridge knowing how disruptive class will be if they were to see the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson went on as per normal.. and when it was finally a solid 2 hours.. TAA DAA~! SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230646096321481826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJb86VUGjGI/AAAAAAAAA_E/-Oat2vMkkTw/s400/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is Christine's idea of 1/4 of the cake to Miss Liyana just because I was teaching fractions to her brother and she found the word amusing and annoyingly repeating the word "One-Quarter" like a gazillion times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230650325099412258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJcAwevU-yI/AAAAAAAAA_M/fwWOv-fgndk/s400/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                    All Together Now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-6172685531683114992?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6172685531683114992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=6172685531683114992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6172685531683114992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6172685531683114992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-7th-birthday-christine.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday Christine!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJb7l3oqeHI/AAAAAAAAA-0/fKUNllPwmbM/s72-c/happy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3847201556470338044</id><published>2008-08-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:54:59.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;CARPE DIEM-Seize the Day. You can only live today once, so dont waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes.. i was abso-really lazy to actually blog since my last entry simply coz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Im a procastinator- was only gonna blog till i get my timetable; which totally suck btw. I am thinking of what I can do during my breaktime.. I was thinking of travelling to Planet Hollywood KL for a drink and come back for lesson.. Well.. There's nothing much I can do when I have like 7 hours break Right?.. What? You've got a better Idea? leave me a tag then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Im just pre-occupied! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone, Say Helloooo to THE American Educator, Mr Ron Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306980571167842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJXIfMswvGI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fQxQ85zPMPo/s200/Ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ive been hooked on him these past few weeks! Been reading about him, googling him.. looking for his movie The Ron Clark Story(2006). Basically, he inspires me in alot of ways and made me realize potential even in people's flaws. His book The Essential 55 and The Excellent 11 totally gave me a new light to start school and has became like a bedtime story for me every night. YES, I know.. I dont read.. but this guy.. he's like a gem.. his writing works for me! No wonder he's even on wikipedia and he won the Disney Teaching Award..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. those two reasons alone made me not want to blog for like soo long.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.. before i move along; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Happy 21st Birthday to Stella!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Congratulations to Khai for his exquisite taste and years of experience to have a dish named after him called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insalata Di Chef Khai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesculin, cherry tomato, poached eggs, mortadella and turkey ham, with mustard dressing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Happy 6th months to me and The Boyfriend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes.. So sweet and thoughtful of him to remember my complaints on how i had to strained my neck watching Batman with my Bestie Moo Moo and having to suffer cramps due to the leg space so this time he decided to surprise me instead.. and got two tickets to Mummy 3 in GOLD CLASS! :) That was definitely my Virgin trip to cinema treated with great service and ambiance! he totally changed my movie experience! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230150393593705378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJU6EowFs6I/AAAAAAAAA98/icCbVPq_DiM/s320/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;P.S All that glitters? Isnt that Mariah Carey? lol.. she should just stick to singing just like how pizza hut should just stick to pizza ONLY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past 6 months seems to have been a walk in the park for the both of us based on how Ive blogged.. well.. it certainly have but of cuz with great and good times like these.. we've had our fair bit of downs and misunderstandings.. but at the end of the day.. it just comes down to about what that matters.. and that just makes such stronger! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230308015410889586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJXJbbxxw3I/AAAAAAAAA-c/uljzHXryKag/s400/P.SI+love+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rememeber baby, Im not longer the bridesmaid and you're no longer that nice guy who finishes last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.. honeymoon period's over.. here comes school.. We'll both be on office hours now.. Im finally grab hold of my life.. everything's coming back to me.. my friends.. my resposibilities.. To all my friends, I hope you can understand about the busy schedule I'll be having till end of the year.. simply coz i will be saving up for my Australia trip in February 2009 and Im starting from scratch mind you!.. I know its against the law but moonlighting is a must for NIE graduates who are in Year 3 and Year 4 which i dont see anything wrong with it espcecially since it is the Tutoring Industry that we're heading to in terms of earning that other income. but still.. rules are rules.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's about time that i change the big P( as in for Procastinate) in my life into a better P( Punctual) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230162228144535090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJVE1f44djI/AAAAAAAAA-E/y180Izh3aVo/s320/CIMG8905.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Oh yeah.. i was also involved in the FOC.. to welcome the new Freshies.. man.. dat's me and Stella.. getting bored waiting.. and waiting... for teams to arrive to our Bras Basah pit stop where we tortured them to solve the rubics cube and made them entertain us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;year has passed just like that.. I still remember shouting those suck up cheers.. now im the one who get em' lol.. Its a new beginning for them.. I feel that this is a new beginning for me too.. that whole one year in NIE made me grow and be a better individual and working with people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive learnt to just give it my best shot and not to worry about how it will turn out later cuz I know i gave my best.. Even if Im having a long day or sucky day.. Come tomorrow, It's another brand new day, a brand new beginning for me to give my best. I have no power to undone what happened yesterday and I am not able to foresee my fate for tomorrow. So make the best out of the best gift given to mankind : The Present. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Mr Clark says, Carpe Diem. &lt;/p&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/10173737-3847201556470338044?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3847201556470338044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3847201556470338044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3847201556470338044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3847201556470338044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='BACK TO SCHOOL-'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SJXIfMswvGI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fQxQ85zPMPo/s72-c/Ron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-379593966175180888</id><published>2008-07-21T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:00.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day everything falls in place.</title><content type='html'>the perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget 20th July 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason being, Ive decided not to hear about what "THEY say".. and that whole "What People will think" anymore.. Simply cuz of the things that happened that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225711091086193010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SIV0jOMC8XI/AAAAAAAAA9k/1IuNvZK6F0M/s320/awful_beautiful_life-2586.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, who are the THEY anyways..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning, feeling, clear.. the feeling is so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the After the Rain feeling.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, 20th July 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up early morning and went for religious class with The Boyfriend. goodness.. i totally forgot what it was like to leave the house with a tudung on. We decided to revise our dining options and to work on our afterlife, be in sync with the teachings of our religion. After that day, we saw each other in a different light. Despite the travelling and culture influences, we still know that we were born a Muslim which only means we will die one too, so we should live the life of one.We're taking baby steps, slowly but surely we will get there. The class was in English, which makes it easier for us to relate to and rather interesting class I must say. I even made friends who were only first timers and attending for almost the same reason. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class, we went back to his place for lunch where I could feel the warmth of his family and how cozy it is to be within the walls of people who have accepted me as Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even plain fried noodles tasted like Italian Pasta at Prego's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was raining so heavily so i was held back to attend a meeting at SMU. Ended up reaching outside school of business but no access into the building because im not officially a student there.. So, i ended up reading the minutes of meeting later that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we bump into my brother in city hall a.k.a The Neighbourhood. Wanna hear my cheesy short term plan?: My ambition is to own a house in City Hall after being a principal 8 years from now. * rolls eyes* hahahaahahahah... anyways, there i go digressing again.. Of which we called up Boy, his cousin and we ended up playing pool and enjoying each other's company over dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got home, by default, i turned on my computer only to notice someone notoriously known in my past and a good friend almost half sister having almost identical nicks on their MSN. Then, this nosey poker decided to provoke! Admist the investigation/interrogation process, my dear sister Lenny was asking help from my dear mom for help with her engagement preparations later this year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225712200200655858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SIV1jx9ik_I/AAAAAAAAA9s/rYwtXcgYJYc/s320/CIMG0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh Im so happy for you babe! Like finally, we are settled with the man whom we have broke so many hearts for( note: this is nothing to be proud out but ought to be sorry for!) And all to know he's totally worth it! Another piece of news that fits perfectly to this almost perfect day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, i did settle scores with the notorious Blast from The Past, and hey! he was notoriously known for nothing!Finally, to get to know the whole truth that i wanna hear from him all this while was like as if Im the zombie that has been haunting mankind to know the truth and to be requested to be buried so as to set my soul at ease!! Finally, the burden off my back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so rejuvenated, better than those spa and yoga classes. wait a minute, u did received those ridiculous phone calls too? the one that goes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What THEY say&lt;/span&gt;: Hi You have just won a complimentary spa package at XXXX. Would you like to bring a friend along to enjoy this complimentary session? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What YOU say:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! I did? But I dont remember joining any contest or lucky draw? where did u get my contact number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What THEY say:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Your friend joined our programme and left your contact details with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What YOU say:&lt;/span&gt; My friend? Who is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What THEY say:&lt;/span&gt; err.. that is confidential?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I say:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! Sorry, I am still a student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What THEY say:&lt;/span&gt; Oh! Thank you. Bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. there you go.. made my point clear.. back to the topic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aint revealing their identity as to respect their request but i just cant help but share this news cuz Im just so abso-fcuking happy for this two ! Ive known them almost the same time! Through their established relationship, i realised that love works in a funny way such that distance was what brought them closer, i mean all the chances that they had in Sg to get to know, but hey! they fell in love in Australia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225707295179473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SIVxGRVXAmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Q_NcbE6Fcgc/s320/button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that.. never listen to what people say or what people might think. After all that whole conventions never date your friend's Ex and stuff like that.. Nothing should come between girlfriends too, especially if it is the exs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This maybe the second time something like this happened to me, the first couple that i so called united will be getting engaged in december 2009! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sincerely happy for the two of my girlfriends, to have found their Better Half when they least expected it. Things may not work out for me because of suitability and compatibility but somehow how can i be selfish especially when i just carved the way for others to meet the right person for them. Im glad to have been the little mongster for them to have gone through before meeting my girlfriends a.k.a their respective princesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learnt: Like throws u lemon, u make lemonade.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are still single or phobia after failed past relationship or even have not found the need to have a Significant just yet, Look at it this way, Life works in a funny way. Especially when cupid decides to give up it wings and take the bus that travels on square wheels!, so embrace life to the fullest and fret not coz love comes in the least expected way. Conventional or not. Just like mine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-379593966175180888?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/379593966175180888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=379593966175180888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/379593966175180888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/379593966175180888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-everything-falls-in-place.html' title='The day everything falls in place.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SIV0jOMC8XI/AAAAAAAAA9k/1IuNvZK6F0M/s72-c/awful_beautiful_life-2586.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-814189456353549751</id><published>2008-07-16T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:00.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else to wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is how I'm feeling lately....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223633983376305650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SH4Tbo_NrfI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R5wNGdjxGi0/s400/PriestessBlackTee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Boyfriend calls it Grumpy but Gorgeous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/10173737-814189456353549751?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/814189456353549751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=814189456353549751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/814189456353549751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/814189456353549751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-else-to-wear.html' title='Nothing else to wear'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SH4Tbo_NrfI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R5wNGdjxGi0/s72-c/PriestessBlackTee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-1433887028758363490</id><published>2008-07-14T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:00.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURPRISE BABY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222867313870249506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtaJmg8HiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Aze9724pFuU/s400/_DSC89681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-1433887028758363490?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1433887028758363490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=1433887028758363490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1433887028758363490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1433887028758363490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprise-baby.html' title='Surprise Baby!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtaJmg8HiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Aze9724pFuU/s72-c/_DSC89681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5396613055816143656</id><published>2008-07-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots that chased my Monday Blues away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Snapshots that chased my Monday Blues away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling.. When you just stare at your wardrobe, trying to hold back the overflowing clothes that you have and yet still have that Nothing-to-wear syndrome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me Im not alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to start my day a little late.. watching the countless snapshots i have taken since the last time i actually uploaded pics into my lappie.. And you know what.. these shots are just Priceless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222856809821151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtQmL4eofI/AAAAAAAAA8M/eaxJWxHk-UY/s320/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. This is basically taken on the first day of my school experience At RiverVale Primary when i was confusingly late! I got mixed up with the LRT system. East loop or west loop and whatever it is.. I realise that i was on the wrong side of the LRt and got off. After like 15 mins of waiting at the station, i could not even see any signs of train that is supposed to transport me back to Sengkang then i realized that the LRT only goes one way! No wonder everyone in the train was giving me THAT look when i got off at ChengLim or is it Fernvale?! haha.. wadever it is.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is basically where I found myself after getting off.. trying to find the main road.. smelling for the money sucking Comfort! hah.. which i only paid $3.80 by the time i reach my little cozy haven.. RiverVale. I love my stay there. Really! I am glad that I am finally sure of one thing.. I am A Primary School Teacher and not.. a Secondary School Teacher.. Definitely.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222860441788035586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtT5mA3MgI/AAAAAAAAA8s/hnktW6dgrvg/s320/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok.. This was taken during Civic Education period in my secondary school experience. The task was to design a poster to encourage people to be environmentally friendly. Ok. The rubrics are as follows. 5 marks for presentation. 5 marks for creativity. 5 marks for attractiveness. 5 marks for resources used. erm.. along that line, &lt;em&gt;lah!.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.. I asked the student.. what has MAs Selamat and Marie France spokesperson gotta to do with being environmentally friendly? Well...These quirky boys claimed that they used the voluptous model to attract the guys while Mas Selamat is to attract the girls, well everyone to be exact since he is on everybody's wanted list so that qualifies for the attractiveness and presentation! I guess their positivity by crossing out the word No on the originally NUS admission advertorial represents their creativity. Using things that society is far more interested in like celebrity/beauty and of cuz, our Dear Mas Selamat accounts for the urgent and pressing- so what can i say? Good use of resources! :) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222858870867186898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtSeJ4JVNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ChRFAPRlq8o/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. This is what i get while walking through the underpass from Orchard MRt to TAngs! Talking about being environmentally friendly man! Like seriously, this mode of advertisement aint working no more! Dont these people ever get it. I mean, the flyer distributor might as well just stand next to the recycling bin so that people can play a part in recycling - u know. cultivate the habit at least! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222859626319666066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtTKIKDW5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/ZP6bO2uiUZU/s320/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;awww... at least there's something I can look forward to after graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222860233186148178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtTtc6S_1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/MsLlVzL_AiM/s320/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was running some errand and i saw this. Haha.. :) Profiling but.. kinda true anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222863440865761122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtWoKctl2I/AAAAAAAAA88/CqfEpRfv-80/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222863060074351298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtWR_49ysI/AAAAAAAAA80/r5N2t_TCU80/s320/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. This Month, It's Long-Boarding Month! The girlfriend's extra money goes to The Toes On the Nose! How your vision towards price tags just gets blurry when you're in love! Im sure some people will know what i mean! Ahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-5396613055816143656?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5396613055816143656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5396613055816143656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5396613055816143656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5396613055816143656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/snapshots-that-chased-my-monday-blues.html' title='Snapshots that chased my Monday Blues away..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHtQmL4eofI/AAAAAAAAA8M/eaxJWxHk-UY/s72-c/DSC01429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5781529143001383849</id><published>2008-07-08T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:03.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Birthdays...</title><content type='html'>Prologue-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hah..My dear Religious blog readers would probably notice this pattern.. that is each time i do not update for more than a week means visit lynnalicious.blogspot.com the following month and be prepared with a new layout! HAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love new beginnings just like everyone does! Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of new beginnings, 1987 babies will be turning 21 this year and hey, Dat includes Me! Since the dawn of 2008, Ive attended great parties, even organized two surprise 21st too! Anyways, They say a picture is worth a thousand words.. so I rather highlight some words that came to my mind each time i post a photo of The 21st Birthdays Ive had this year to date. I'm just in no mood to type alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne's At East Coast Chalet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221781395776516786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHd-g2YAsrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/_3cniY4tuf4/s320/CIMG8096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little Boys Amused That Reka, my Indian friend and I can speak Mandarin-Wawa giving out her Birthday Invitation-I can really socialize with practically anyone- Each gathering we have, we tend to reminisce about the same thing but.. we still do it!-Celeste was really sick- After that, Supper with The Usual was.. GOOD!- My attachment approved of my Boyfriend! lol- Wawa and Reka, both non-chinese actually gave Yvonne a red packet as present since they did not have time to get anything for the birthday girl! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wawa at Birtday at Changi- THEME: Retro Boho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221778517145661042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHd75So7rnI/AAAAAAAAA7U/-LGCoua2qwk/s320/wawabday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221776740172075330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHd6R25akUI/AAAAAAAAA7E/ZnVIgmA_mTs/s320/DSC04360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's nice to have a party with a theme, at least we can somehow figure a dress code- a polaroid photo that was immediately as door gift- automated bubbling machine for the dance floor- Some people really dressed up- How small the world is to make my Boyfriend meet his long lost buddy- Celeste approved of My Boyfriend. LOL- Birthdays need not have time range, after 6pm can also mean arriving at 12.15 at midnight!- thank god i got daddy's car or i had to call-a-cab-As usual, we bitch and laugh about how silly we were back in secondary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wana Surprise Birthday at Bedok Reservoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221785864145298562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHeCk8WJZII/AAAAAAAAA7s/c-HEhHz2uag/s320/DSC03440+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221785965625118786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHeCq2Y0kEI/AAAAAAAAA70/918zNUlmXL0/s320/dddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was made possible thanks to my 4 other CCPE girlfriends who just had their course at Dunman Sec- Bought Cedele Banana Choc cake- we had no blindfold so they Made Wana walk backwards while i light up the candles-Wana's Immediate Reaction: Tears!- Cake was sooo Good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aishah's Birthday at LJC Haogang Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221777183416899394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHd6rqHN10I/AAAAAAAAA7M/R2mhRQYUliY/s320/IMG_4086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea was to meet up to pass invitation card for Madihah &amp;amp; Murni's Birthday but i so happened to know it is also on Aishah's Birthday So Got a Brownie Cake from Polar, A stalk of a pretty Pink and a funky orange card- The fastest Birthday Surprise planned ever had- Yup, BONDING again! lol( inside joke ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madihah's &amp;amp; Murni's M&amp;amp;M Themed: Pink and Purple Birthday at Pasir Ris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221778620835110434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHd7_U6bHiI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Ephi5s1PMW0/s320/Bday+M2M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221789041711767666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHeFd5tB4HI/AAAAAAAAA78/PitsBjxhXeE/s320/CAKEDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidentally they share the same birthday- Very well planned and a luxurious bungalow indeed!- Pink and Purple make a nice party combination actually- Pretty door gifts and cute games like Musical Chair, Quiz about the Bday girls and NOT To FORGET, The Cake eating contest!!- stayed over- karaoke-d, played card games and twister all night long- Exclusive Party for all those in NIE in our MSn- Malay Sporting Network! - What can i say: A Pretty Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that should be all.. or at least i can remember of.. Actually i think there maybe more but just that i cant find the photos.. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i practically attended most of the possible venues for Birthdays/Gathering: Changi, Pasir Ris and East Coast. haha.. where else can we such parties/celebrations.. I enjoyed everyone of it and i do applaud the effort, time and money! The only thing i notice is, there was nothing significant about the 21st birthday, i mean in terms of the cake with the No. 21 or maybe the pendent shaped of a key.. although this is cliche and traditional, i find that this is what that separates all the other birthdays- I mean u are finally legal! not like as if we never break the rule and do things that we can only do once we reach 21, but it is more of the official matters. For example, you have the choice of pledging your organs and even be seen as a legal guardian to sign your brother's record book and consent forms! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll only be turning 21 in like 4 months or so.. Although I turn 21 once in my life and that it would be nice if i have a party to celebrate with my friends and family, I feel like I wanna be away this 25th November. Like maybe out of the country or something. Or maybe just have those Mcdonalds Birthday Party. Or maybe a Slumber party where people dont need to get stressed to dress. Going to the Children's Home and giving out those party packs like when we were in primary school. U know just doing the unconventional.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any Suggestions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-till again-&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/10173737-5781529143001383849?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5781529143001383849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5781529143001383849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5781529143001383849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5781529143001383849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/21st-birthdays.html' title='21st Birthdays...'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SHd-g2YAsrI/AAAAAAAAA7k/_3cniY4tuf4/s72-c/CIMG8096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3116694483402893747</id><published>2008-06-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:04.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214032289976433698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFv2vht2PCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/APglpP5uSMM/s400/weak.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's three am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Roughly 14 plus hours till i get to see u after like 168 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes, this is nauseating indeed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even Ayah offered to pick you up but I said that it would be troublesome cuz you're bringing back 3 surfboards! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 boards or no boards... what are the chances of me hugging and kissing you infront of my parents! NEVER! I aint risking it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214038186431291154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFv8GvuPHxI/AAAAAAAAA68/rJcnFCepjI8/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;See you at the Arrival Hall, l8r!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Where's my "Someone needs a hug" Tees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3116694483402893747?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3116694483402893747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3116694483402893747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3116694483402893747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3116694483402893747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFv2vht2PCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/APglpP5uSMM/s72-c/weak.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7077687506067512008</id><published>2008-06-17T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:05.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning with this naggy feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gosh! I'm getting older" (technically, who in this crazy world is getting younger!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213090837566413634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFiefyL9W0I/AAAAAAAAA6M/tH8g8pQaMOI/s400/grow+up+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i mean is Im having those kinda conversations.. You know.. Adult conversations ( Again, I dont mean drugs sex and violence) I dont no longer need to scurry to my room if the adults go, " We adults need to talk" cuz i am one of them, which makes me.... Old-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While catching up with my friends on MSN which I have not done in ages..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started talking about how we miss our JC days, not the school.. but the times we had there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213092186652500562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFifuT7JYlI/AAAAAAAAA6c/R3gBVDWdP2M/s400/Picture+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thing is you dont remember what you actually learn in class like those outrageously looking graphs and equations and those diagrams of what ever nots but all the interactions we had. How I'd make Chemistry practicals look like an excerpt from Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber , all the interesting excuses we'd make to skip our 2.4km run and not to forget the nicknames we created intentionally/unintentionally to fellow Yj-cians! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213096096241244738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFijR4RvWkI/AAAAAAAAA6k/FD1sLST2FyQ/s400/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;When it comes to results, we couldnt help but laugh when the person next to us went " There goes my A!" after he calculated the mistakes he made as we were having a mass chemistry lecture cuz we could hardly get an AO- FYI: it's a 45-49 marks range where it is a fail at A level but a pass at O level(huh?- trust me that is still the reaction I get today!) And.. with that I realized, it's not the grades that matter, it's the relationships that I established there, Like does it matter if I got an A or a B or even an F back then cuz after like only 3 years down the road, it really doesnt matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213078884260819650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFiToAp0ssI/AAAAAAAAA5s/s-r2_br0X84/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Randomly, i also met my oldest friend, &lt;em&gt;apart from my Moo2&lt;/em&gt;, Shereen! I have not met her in ages!! like my hair went from naturally wavy, to ruler straight to finally back to wavy curls. it was an impromptu meet up. It was interesting too coz we dont talk about the same things, we talk about meeting the in-laws, doing honours and weddings! Im glad to still say that she is one of my rare few friends that I am still in contact with despite the years and conflicts that we had. and she is also one of the last few good strictly Halal diners that I know and I applaud and appreciate that ALOT! I wanted to eat at carousel but it was fully booked! yes on a weeknight! gosh.. nevermind.. remember i booked u in advance yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we had dinner at Secret Recipe, an awful experience that I dont want to elaborate cuz Shereen is synonymous to Happyreen LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085671276393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFiZzEQbskI/AAAAAAAAA50/_EWz4H2mq7U/s400/2586921901_c7b27936c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Im the only Lee that will think and say of such things! She's the only living soul that calls me Lee-yana, and that my friend gets you a rainbow cuppie cake on top of your princess-ey be-lated birthday cuppycake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213087775367161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFibtimw5UI/AAAAAAAAA6E/w5rvGULk_q4/s400/blow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, with me faking that blow..( we gotta make do.. both of us arent puffing choo-choo trains, u know!) it feels like it's moi birthday! LOL. and although she has a good-ass camera, we were both not really in the mood to make love with the camera. She has an aching back while i have the i-miss-my-boyfriend syndrome! and yes, she's one of my rare few friends who likes to be behind the camera rather than infront! haha:) I wanna do justice to my self-proclaimed title of Ms Cam-Whore alright? So another impromptu date yeah babe? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Probably, the only photo that turned out right that Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213085743281031842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFiZ3QfrSqI/AAAAAAAAA58/I4n2jjbEIQs/s400/2587770656_78545c91d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the tomatoes say to each other after not meeting for sooo long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! We Ketchup-Ed! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7077687506067512008?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7077687506067512008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7077687506067512008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7077687506067512008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7077687506067512008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories :)'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFiefyL9W0I/AAAAAAAAA6M/tH8g8pQaMOI/s72-c/grow+up+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8934011009429167038</id><published>2008-06-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:07.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menotti- Where it all began..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The customary ritual between girlfriends will likely go, "Congratulations, let me see your rock..Wow nice one, you lucky girl!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I havent been meeting up with my girlfriends very much these days.. Nor have I been out with alot of people.. Ive opt for some private life alot lately, especially since it's the long long holidays.. Perhaps that had actually killed off my instinctive communication skills .. the friendly jovial aura I usually carry with me like a shadow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the record. Yes, He proposed. This was what actually happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I need you Boo, Gotta see you boo" went my SE k800i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes, darling. Will be there in 2 mins" I said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made my way to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212490326955641746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFZ8Vd1Zy5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/9kYN-W_m-UE/s400/fnb_menotti_2big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Menotti Italian Cafe-Our usual haunt located at Raffles City Shopping Centre a.k.a where we had our first date( His brother's the 2nd head chef!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got there, I told him to just order anything because I was so hungry that I could eat a horse! The red comfy sofa complements the soft jazz music playing at the background while he gazed into my eyes ignoring the milieu of people just passing us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're making me uncomfortable!" I said to snap him out of his dreamy daze. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food was then served!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He ordered lamb shank which came with my favourite mashed potato but interestingly it was served in a perfect heart shape! I thought Kai, his bro was love sick or something but I was more interested to feed my tummy! So, without any questions asked, he passed me a fork for me to start feasting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My fork hit something hard, which i was sure wasnt the plate.. I saw something shiny.. As i picked it up, I heard a thunderous applause coming over the counter of waiter/waitresses all standing in a line together with Kai. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes glistened to the sparkle of the diamond that i found so hard to believe till this very moment. My answer was a yes and is still a yes. It's just a matter of time now, really.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's still a long way to go actually because I would want to finish school first and of coz work for a year or so to save up! Marriage plans isnt coming my way anytime soon and he truly understands. Meantime, I am still learning to be a good and better person so that I can be a better student, teacher, daughter, sister,girlfriend, friend and finally to one day be ready enough to be a good wife and daughter-in-law. So, I hope this clears the air for now. Anyway i was just too caught up in the moment that I did not take any photo during that whole event! so here is just a photo to illustrate my point that i googled earlier. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212500585621156786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaFqmV287I/AAAAAAAAA4k/8Y7LgFqdcrw/s400/fnb_menotti_3big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yup. That same red sofa which i was sitting in the middle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sadly, Menotti recently closed down (7th June08) due to some concept change according to the Garibaldi Group of Restaurants. It will be taken over by Brotziet German Bier Bar &amp;amp; Restaurant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So many things happened there.. We had a triple date, a How-well-do-you-know-your-partner quiz, celebrate his financial advisor's anniversary with his girlfriend together with us, brought my built-a-bear cousin over for lunch after his Laselle interview, celebrated his 27th birthday, .. it's so so so sad that i didnt get to celebrate my 21st and brought my girlfriends there!(if u are a girl and u are reading this.. that includes u! :)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Menotti, This is where it all started.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212508340757691378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaMuAefe_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/m-4Scg_fGhI/s400/Picture%2520036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai, feeling at home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212509324692187074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaNnR6wZ8I/AAAAAAAAA40/Eq8eob71Z0k/s400/Picture%2520034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The warm and lovely staff at Menotti that made it such a great haunt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212509574486385602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaN10eVY8I/AAAAAAAAA48/R2Rd08LYPts/s400/_DSC6696.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azmil &amp;amp; Wana enjoyed the Menotti experience too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212509846027438450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaOFoCxCXI/AAAAAAAAA5E/yzA-JqIdEDc/s400/Picture%2520031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, of coz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212511895453054706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaP86v6NvI/AAAAAAAAA5M/zP-APgQsgho/s400/Menotti+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i couldnt get to celebrate my 21st, at least his 27th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212514698706852514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaSgFrsmqI/AAAAAAAAA5c/h05WRxQmYF8/s400/Menotti+(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt; My favourite Calamari Rings that Khai will prepare even if i didnt order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212514025784494034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaR462gR9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/j2321lgWRxs/s400/Menotti+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sinful and HEAVEN-sent Soffiato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212515927401770642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFaTnm7ZLpI/AAAAAAAAA5k/19kPoh82XrA/s400/Menotti+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Menotti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8934011009429167038?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8934011009429167038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8934011009429167038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8934011009429167038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8934011009429167038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/menotti-where-it-all-began.html' title='Menotti- Where it all began..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFZ8Vd1Zy5I/AAAAAAAAA4c/9kYN-W_m-UE/s72-c/fnb_menotti_2big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7918147360710413810</id><published>2008-06-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:09.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's Up Plus Liyana gets all lovey dovey..!*gulp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211796483943222514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQFSfMQzPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hMOe43Vun-I/s400/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my bags are packed I'm ready to go..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211794020762634146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQDDHIPx6I/AAAAAAAAA3U/14VqYohWnXQ/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im standing here outside your door..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211795854271531474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQEt1e1SdI/AAAAAAAAA3c/S1jsroH6BRg/s400/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate to wake you up to say Good-Bye..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those were the photos from your last surf trip, technically the first since we've been together.. and.. guess what.. in another two more days, you'll be having another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time flies,huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No doubt, I'll be missing you. No doubt, I wouldnt want your handphone bill to hit close to a 4 digit figure again! No doubt, My heart feels so heavy to see you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQLWdVPJlI/AAAAAAAAA3s/CE8cYqgegUg/s1600-h/2007_0306Image0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211803149233235538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQLWdVPJlI/AAAAAAAAA3s/CE8cYqgegUg/s320/2007_0306Image0031.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQLytgjFjI/AAAAAAAAA30/GGrsrNcqqwY/s1600-h/210807180522LogoYEP5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211803634611983922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQLytgjFjI/AAAAAAAAA30/GGrsrNcqqwY/s320/210807180522LogoYEP5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQLytgjFjI/AAAAAAAAA30/GGrsrNcqqwY/s1600-h/210807180522LogoYEP5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i guess that's the thing with the both of us, we have a passion that drives us beyond the shores of our sunny island. Your surfing trips and my Community Service trips. Im stoked enough to cross geographical boundaries to learn and experience culture shock to develop myself as well as building friendships through community projects. You're willing to do whatever it takes to lead you to any line-up just to ride the body of water between the Southern Ocean, Asia, Australia, and the Western Hemisphere! So, I can really understand how torn apart you can feel. I guess it would have been really hard for me to leave for India if I were to have met you then, But then again, It is because of that one photo i took in India that initiated an Us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQTRTxd7gI/AAAAAAAAA38/B1bFOtSIt2s/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211811856860966402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQTRTxd7gI/AAAAAAAAA38/B1bFOtSIt2s/s200/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.I fell so deeply in love that I forgot how love had failed me before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.I let go of my notorious trademark,"Boys are stupid, guys are jerks, The Appeal of the Married Man." cuz you are that one and only guy to convince me that all guys are not the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.I started to associate chivalry with Males once more and not to Butches/Alpha Females. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQVTHyXq1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/etvGhkIp52o/s1600-h/CIMG8079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211814087026518866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQVTHyXq1I/AAAAAAAAA4M/etvGhkIp52o/s200/CIMG8079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4.I am learning to be a bigger person, to forgive and forget, to appreciate and be appreciated, and of cuz to love and be loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.What Celine Dion claims finally makes sense to me , well.. you know.. the part she yells " Cuz, I'm your lady... and you are my man...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and you know what...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think Reason No 1 cant be valid no more, Cuz You always give me a reason to fall in love with you all over again, and again and again... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211814997170451698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQWIGVl9PI/AAAAAAAAA4U/nYGi39nczto/s400/for+u+1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit that i used to be sceptical since it has only been four months.. I used to doubt my friends whom have met their better half way before me, thinking that how could anyone possibly get to know a person inside out and within a short span of time. I dont blame you for going, " What are they thinking?". But for the people in the whirlwind couplings who are madly in love and attached at the hip, there's probably no better way to profess your love but to be revolving each other in every single thing- his friends becomes yours, yours becomes his, so does his problems/responsibilities and even tastebuds! That's because when you're in love, it's rather difficult to escape from the trappings of romance. They dont call it "Madly in love" for nothing- or in my case " Fadly in Love"! Love makes you go against the rational because it is the most addictive drug in the Universe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, yes.. this is the part where it's the HoneyMoon Period/wrapped up in LuRVe.. Try feeling the euphoria after years of commitment or better still after you've cleaned the house and the husband didnt even notice at all! We all know this, or should know this, : Relationships are about keeping the flame burning when the thrill chase is over. I guess, they say to marry someone not for how his chiseled face looks abso-gorgeous in your display picture/pretty cover-girl face look in your wallet for your bunkmates to envy but someone whom you can have endless conversations with. Compromise is another factor, never taking each other for granted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottomline is, no matter how long or short the courtship is/was, the fact that we all have a common desired outcome which is of a happy and blissful marriage. So, for those who are still looking/out of love, be inspired. The best things comes to those who wait. Dat's why Christmas is at the end of the year, no? oops.. that would be an opinion rather than a fact, then! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7918147360710413810?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7918147360710413810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7918147360710413810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7918147360710413810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7918147360710413810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/surfs-up-plus-liyana-gets-all-lovey.html' title='Surf&apos;s Up Plus Liyana gets all lovey dovey..!*gulp*'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SFQFSfMQzPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hMOe43Vun-I/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5408886896583168133</id><published>2008-06-12T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:47:54.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled Business..</title><content type='html'>Here I am trying to complete my report for my post expedition in India to be submitted to NYC.. yes yes.. That was like so LAST DECEMBER! Tomorrow will be our last and official MAYA post expedition which is a Community Project to paint murals on the walls and pillars at.. guess where.. IMH! yup- Institute of Mental Health a.k.a Haogang Chalet.. yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of completing my report, i received an email from NYC- Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;An invitation to be a leader for Project Pangarap- Education &amp;amp; Infrastructure in Philippines 7-21 December -organized by SMU Business School.&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;yes, i actually considered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Despite the under-developed success of my last expedition. Despite all the setbacks and challenges that i faced. Despite the conflicts and sweat, I am giving this a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that there are still unsettled business with my passion towards Community Service. If i were to choose between Teaching and Community Service, I'd pick the latter. It gives me great happiness and exuberance to serve and build friendship beyond language and geographical boundaries. I have definitely learnt alot from my previous YEP, being a leader and a friend is not easy and having to do fundraising involves so much more than just to raise funds.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have not given my best shot yet, I have not reached that level where i cannot go beyond. I feel that there is still space for me to learn and grow if i were to take up this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUSE...ok.. this is weird.. i just received an sms that reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is a voyage, not a destination. There is no better time to be happy than.. Now! live and enjoy the moment. There isnt any road to happiness. Happiness IS the road. The most important thing in life is to help others to win. Even if that means slowing down and changing our own race. " A candle loses nothing if it is used to light another one. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know who this sender is though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i feel that i should set up and accept this invitation. I realized that there were so many things that could have been done or been done better from my previous trip. I feel that whatever I have learnt from the leadership course that i have attended prior to my india trip was nothing compared to the REAL trip i had where it tested my limits including health! Ive also learnt that it's no the number of times that I actually participated in YEP, it's how much ive learnt. The past 3 trips, Ive been a doer and watcher but being one of the leaders, i got to be the doer, watcher and SAYER. This is where my character really plays the part, thus the 3 trips equates to zero experience when it comes to being a doer, watcher and IMPORTANTLY a sayer. I realize that despite trying to be humble, i felt like i was a notch above the rest which is why my sincerity in doing the project slipped away.. and i didnt feel a true satisfaction towards Project Maya 2007.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, almost the same period of the year, almost the same project focus- Education &amp;amp; Infrastructure, almost the same challenges to be faced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that i will have&lt;br /&gt;a different approach and take in leadership after MAYA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will it be&lt;br /&gt;a much more determined and ready leader in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an understanding boyfriend/best friend who will bless and support my decision/trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a team that i can really bond even after the trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that I can sincerely devote and gain that sense of achievement not only for myself but&lt;br /&gt;my team and most importantly for the host community?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-5408886896583168133?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5408886896583168133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5408886896583168133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5408886896583168133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5408886896583168133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/unsettled-business.html' title='Unsettled Business..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-9137991815026654444</id><published>2008-05-29T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:10.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of HappYness Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)Seeking Happily Ever After:) -part 1-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209785514706137682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SEzgUrAI8lI/AAAAAAAAA28/Jh5Nk5u837Q/s400/ME+LIYA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im writing this simply coz im in a jolly good mood. Being the mood Slave that I am, I decided to write this entry of My VERY own 3 Basic Principles to a Happier Me( who knows even you!) This is gonna be a heart-felt written entry based on my life, my experience, my tears and my smiles. This will be an entry that i will look back on my crappy PMS or bad days and read as something to peach me up:) Not forgetting the point that i just wanna highlight here.. that I...&lt;br /&gt;am a girl who is more than just make-up and The Boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Love&lt;/em&gt; Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209786018438193682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SEzgx_jOIhI/AAAAAAAAA3E/U8kX9QdXmEc/s400/lovebegets25-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is the factor that is most of the times associated with happiness no matter how much u earn and no matter how much u weigh! It has been scienficially proven that the extent and quality of social relationships are highly correlated with happiness. Like for example, If u'd rather choose to lose your eyesight or friends? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come on! Dont tell me you took some time to ponder that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who says blind people are not happy people? Dont blind people fall in love too? ( dat's why i never did believe in love at first sight, instead love after a first fight!) Come to think of it.. isnt it a blessing in disguise afterall.. i can agree that people who have no sense of sight may be deprived to gawked in awe to see God's natural landscape and cant get to visually appreciate natural beauty. BUT.. with what is happening in the world today.. like we will immediately cringe at how feet bounding/binding from ancient China and the stacking of rings on the neck by the Karen tribes are associated to beauty back then. Imagine how people back then would feel about the people in the future who would throw/force out the food they ate as they are dying to be scary i mean skinny since skinny equals beauty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209785284670412354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SEzgHSDWVkI/AAAAAAAAA20/uAO2RlbEZi4/s400/skinny101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oh.. and Not forgetting, watching the amusing and confusing Britney's identity crisis transformation over the last decade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, the landscape we used to have are now all destroyed to make way for concrete industrial area where the rat race just never ends and we literally just dont have time to smell the flowers( we hardly have any to begin with!) Nothing looks as good, really! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Dont be too obsess over your DBS/OCBC/HSBC/POSB/UOB/CitiBank/u get what i mean!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, we can all agree that it's the basis of what makes the world go round. But, we tend to overlook that for the world to go round and round, you cant always be on the North Pole where you stay up there all the time, you may be heading South due to unforseen circumstances or simply by choice! Unforseen circumstances can include paying for necessities which are basically something inevitable which i cant think of right now cuz everything that i could possibly think of is by choice! so here goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Accidentally using the money that was supposed to be used to pay back your dad when a taxi banged your bumper! this is based on a true story- It happened 3 weeks ago while i was driving after dinner at Changi Village which i managed to claim for 200 bucks from the taxi driver! Thank god the car's fine now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Taking the cab instead of the public transport -Bus &amp;amp; MRT. I really dont think the cab is a public transport cuz if it really is, it wont charge you for ERP, peak hour charges and of cuz waiting time!(we pay $2.80/$3 before we even accelerate an inch!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Dining instead of Eating Cheap good food!- While it is undeniably that you pay for service and ambience, the objective is to fill your tummy. This can be achieved eating elsewhere too! Once in a while to savour the taste is fine but dining experience almost every two days is just burning a whole in my pocket now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Compulsive and Impulsive Shopper- need i explain further?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209773464130911234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SEzVXPHHfAI/AAAAAAAAA2s/4DYdcf9gy20/s320/Financial%2520Freedom%2520Exit%2520Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually the list can go on but.. my point is, i realize that :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Making money enough money to move from poverty to middle class does alot for a person's happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But moving from the middle class to the upper class really doesnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will tend to always be wanting to earn more instead of stretching our dollar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;think about it: We always want a better paying job so that we can get to enjoy more luxuries for a comfortable life. But, truth is, the more we earn, the more we spend and the harder we try to pursue a better paying job or have other sidelines as a form of income. So, where is the comfort now? Vicious cycle i must say! So bottomline is, it doesnt matter how much you earn, it is how much you save. Really! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s: Till part 2 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-9137991815026654444?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9137991815026654444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=9137991815026654444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/9137991815026654444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/9137991815026654444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/pursuit-of-happyness-part-1.html' title='Pursuit of HappYness Part 1'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SEzgUrAI8lI/AAAAAAAAA28/Jh5Nk5u837Q/s72-c/ME+LIYA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-6036924621889752466</id><published>2008-05-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:11.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Skin Vs Miracle Make up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Would you rather invest in cosmetics or skin care products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Randomly, i picked out Cleo when i was at the hairdresser's for a New Look since&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.1 the hot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2 i need a change of image since everything in my life.. is in a new light now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. the point being i was reading this article about this twenty-4 year old writer who is like experiencing this transition in her life where the topic of married and settling down seems to be shrouding her like the buzzing of a bee within a 5 cm radius from her ears. And she suddenly realized how she is spending hours and hours deciding on which sunscreen to choose to provide better coverage and suiting her skin type and yaa daa yaadaa when just a few years back she couldnt careless but to spend the whole afternoon just soaking up the sun! Some readers may feel that she is growing up and she starts to be more image concious and feminine, while others may think it's really not her but the world is getting to be a hotter place to live in for you and me and the entire human race but whatever it is, after reading this I felt that i wasnt alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get better protection for my largest organ in everyone's body which weighs about 4kg- My skin. I have been very comfortable without make up and that fact still stays but somehow it is about time i get the basics right so that i wont need to scurry my dressing table for all forms of foundation and concealers. Ive been a lazy girl, no facial wash, never toned nor moisturize and yet i turn green in envy each time i see a girl with a good skin and complexion. Rather silly cuz i didnt do any work, how would i expect to see results?! Maybe you'd might think Im turning vain but then again i am just improving my appearance to boost my confidence and self-esteem with the use of minimal damage a.k.a makeup- The Boyfriend♥ calls it damage coz make up conceals the real woman. Apparently, this is rather true after i made some readings on skin care which states that make- up is to highlight your uniqueness, not to hide and correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to do some research and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i have for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Photos as visual evidence for miracle make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Valid and scientific Reasons for good skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Bobbi Brown, MAC, Clinique, Stila, Loreal, Dior, and all the other company that makes up this multi-million dollar industry.. we have introduced the magic or should i say miracle of make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what Brad sees each morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204554990980814194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpLMHtl1XI/AAAAAAAAA1s/o_CmfLjDJsc/s400/angelina-jolie-without-makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and let's check out the real Jenny on the block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204555244383884674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpLa3tl1YI/AAAAAAAAA10/AS_F25xP_DE/s400/jennifer-lopez-without-makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cuz.. how fantastic Alba can be without make up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204555334578197906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpLgHtl1ZI/AAAAAAAAA18/krGYSiO34KE/s400/jessica-alba-without-makeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;well.. you be the judge.. would they have been appealing to you with the natural look they have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Skin Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204560857906140578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpQhntl1aI/AAAAAAAAA2E/j2vQxh14Dlc/s400/Bobbi%2520Brown%2520Raspberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Next time, just take a look at the poster girls and models used to endorse cosmetics, they use minimal make-up and even so the make up looks better because they have good skin While it may be agreed that make-up can do magic each time we watch extreme make-overs, rather than you spend hundreds of dollars on make-up, it is better to invest in good skin care products because afterall the skin is unlike any other material,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. it grows with you, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.repairs itself and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.acts as a barrier against pollution, radiation, harmful elements and micro-organisms and physical trauma! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Your health and sexual attractiveness is judged by the state of your skin! &lt;/p&gt;5. Make up stays better on good skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My final say: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although i'm still awe by the wonders of cosmetics, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still feel that good skin is essential; Damage, &lt;em&gt;i mean Make up,&lt;/em&gt;is optional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"If a woman's make-up is successful, you dont see it, you see the person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Thibault Vabre, international make-up artist for Clarins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s: oh here's my new look, not really new for those who have seen me in natural curls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s(p.s): beware of a narcissistic side of me! here goes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204566845090551218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpV-Htl1bI/AAAAAAAAA2M/MPk_eXVGAIA/s400/curly+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204575757147690450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpeE3tl1dI/AAAAAAAAA2c/mMZ7-v-wjFo/s400/curly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204574421412861378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpc3Htl1cI/AAAAAAAAA2U/ntyhyUeSPLQ/s400/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look ma, My Curls are back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204576551716640226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpezHtl1eI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ZWqdUSobnAk/s400/vogue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Electrifying Curls! (yup, just playing around with the fan!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-6036924621889752466?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6036924621889752466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=6036924621889752466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6036924621889752466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6036924621889752466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-skin-vs-miracle-make-up.html' title='Good Skin Vs Miracle Make up'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDpLMHtl1XI/AAAAAAAAA1s/o_CmfLjDJsc/s72-c/angelina-jolie-without-makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4783072962377063956</id><published>2008-05-23T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:30:00.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom of Speech or Behind Bars?</title><content type='html'>Ive been one lazy blogger.. lol..anyways, i remember writing about the world of blogging and what kind of trouble or evil it invites..&lt;br /&gt;This is what i actually mean..&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fragranceprince.isthebest.net/2008/03/weirdo-in-1st-world-country.html"&gt;http://fragranceprince.isthebest.net/2008/03/weirdo-in-1st-world-country.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? a great e- Samaritan made a report! and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's behind bars as for now! im just so lazy to type out the link for the follow up news.. well you can just google him up yeah? i bet other bloggers are featuring him by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my point is.. how much freedom of speech is there in this cyberworld? I admit that my perious "Smooth Criminal" Entry well.. i sorta took his pic when he wasnt aware but i guess my context meant well? haha.. not racist or condemning.. just highlighting one's carelessness.. but seriously, what's with the racist comment Fragrance Prince? btw, what a nick for someone who wanna comment on racism! Not only is it corny, it's almost 81 times sleazy too.. ALso, Why are people just so concerned about what other people are thinking and doing ? Interestingly, this trademark of " Kay-pohness" that Singaporeans sheepishly denies has become a worldwide phenomenon. Since every blogger either adopts a narcissistic(self-centred blog about himself/herself and endless photos of her/him, as if the world revolves around her/him!) or an exhibitionist ( blogs about his globe trottering escapades, gastranomical experience, endless shopping sprees, her wide circles of friends, her boyfriend's treats) or even a journalist approach (A holistic netizen who Blogs about what is happening within his/her society/neighbourhood/institution/religious group/work place/ basically he/she blogs beyond her perspectives and life.) I guess these are the typical categories most bloggers fall under..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a true pink Singaporean and i love to eat at buffets.. which makes me all three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Narcissistic.Exhibitionist.Journalist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4783072962377063956?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4783072962377063956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4783072962377063956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4783072962377063956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4783072962377063956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom-of-speech-or-behind-bars.html' title='Freedom of Speech or Behind Bars?'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4107179468635778939</id><published>2008-05-20T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:11.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Criminal</title><content type='html'>Picture this: You are on your way home one day after resisting the temptation to stop at Bugis for shopping after you checked your account balance the night before. This is sooo thanks to all the unplanned and random driving that sucks your car petrol like a straw that you decide to opt for public transport for now. At the same time, you miss the joy of driving and cruising to Latin Raggae or Soul Jazz on Stereo. So, your mind starts to wander how to make quick and easy money to enjoy little luxuries and most of all.. to kill time during your holidays! Bearing in mind that it cant have any link to CPF or you'll get your royal ass into trouble if Uncle MOE finds out!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes linger to see the heaps of paper bags the neighbouring passengers are dragging to the upper deck, ignoring the repeats of either My Sassy Neighbour/Heartlanders/Police and Thief on TV-irritating-mobile, my eyes just sets on the fella sitting directly opposite me. Taa-Daa.. His Wallet! His THICK-FAT Wallet settles right there while he is snoring louder than I can even hear my own conscious speaking. my.. oh.. my.. it's as if my chance to get to enjoy the little luxuries of a materialistic city chic is right before my eye! haha..  &lt;br /&gt;The temptation was great and overpowering. i can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202464753905045186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDLeIT0ADsI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZE_seyL0Z50/s400/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at how he facilitated my idiot-proof pick-pocket i mean seating crime! Hah.. all i needed was to be smooth and swift and i would have eloped without a trace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i cast away those nasty not-a-liyana-thing-to-do thought and i still found it so disturbing. Two stops later, he woke up and he put back his wallet in his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew* and i get back to the same thing i do every night.&lt;br /&gt;No, No! Not  to Try to take over the WORLD! haha! But.. Try to occupy my holidays and not regret when the term kicks in proper. Or Worst when Im in the FORCE! where weekdays and weekends are just gonna be WEAK to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Ive been hearing alot of nasty stuff about the primary school that im being posted to. I shall not disclose the name of the school here of cuz! The things ive heard.. well.. it really repels me from the school. Arrgghh.. I have to just keep my chin up high and hope for the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4107179468635778939?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4107179468635778939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4107179468635778939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4107179468635778939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4107179468635778939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/smooth-criminal.html' title='Smooth Criminal'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SDLeIT0ADsI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ZE_seyL0Z50/s72-c/DSC01207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-680242290015530592</id><published>2008-05-17T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:02:13.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's too late to apologize but here's my 2 cents worth</title><content type='html'>i guess..&lt;br /&gt;you can sometimes be misunderstood.. that entry wasnt just targeted at a particular blogger.. it was after reading bloggers after bloggers entries which happened to revolve around the same thing actually.. However, to quote from Kelly, He taught me that " People never judge you by your intentions but by your actions"&lt;br /&gt;so it really applies here...&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is the kinda entry u tend to have in every girls' who is so deeply in love kinda blog..&lt;br /&gt;at least i learnt it the hard way after that entry(deleted)&lt;br /&gt;even i am guilty of ot sometimes although its a little subtle.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize if my last entry hurt or humiliate anyone in anyway.. but damage's done. so what more can i say...&lt;br /&gt;actually why did i even write that when i can see it coming..&lt;br /&gt;yup the world doesnt revolve around me, get that into my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i hate to build walls.. i rather build bridges. . but in this case, i rather be the one to build this wall; that is to be mature and responsible for my own mess and apologize so as to let it end here than to let it drag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"liya liya.. you are one sensitive person.. then how could u be so insensitive to others' "- The Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*- me.. Bitch is a female dog.. Bitching would mean acting like one.. Man..&lt;br /&gt;The name Nur Liyana Saine and the word "Bitching" would never co-exist in a sentence after this very sentence. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy shall no longer scrutinize others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-680242290015530592?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/680242290015530592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=680242290015530592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/680242290015530592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/680242290015530592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-too-late-to-apologize-but-heres-my.html' title='it&apos;s too late to apologize but here&apos;s my 2 cents worth'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8871873042423215130</id><published>2008-05-05T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:13.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays R here to Stay!</title><content type='html'>gosh.. this is not even a month yet.. and im dead bored &lt;em&gt;can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;ways.. yesterday was an interesting Monday.. no Monday Blues.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to school to submit my INSTEP application like after a month after the deadline! LoL. yes yes. Im such a LiL Miss Late! Then, I bumped into Jasmine in school! Wait, let me publicly apologize for missing your wedding again cuz i was in India last December!! anyways.. i was so so so afraid to asked.. and yes.. i was right.. She's Pregnant!!! awwww.. she'll be due in September and her maternity leave, September, October, November.. wah.. then December.. Holidays.. Then by then Chinese New Year..wahhhh.. good timing &lt;em&gt;can?&lt;/em&gt; We then went for a drink and catch up.. LOADS of catching up was made!! oh.. sorry lenny.. didnt know you were having communal marking.. i was just so excited! heez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197140945395045570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_0J3no1MI/AAAAAAAAA0s/dJ1tk1jYfyQ/s320/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she refused to be photograph-ed cuz she feels bloated and her morning sickness is taking its toll.. awwww.. i miss cam-whoring with you babe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really nice hearing stories from someone who is like newly wed.. the whole in-laws, getting accustomed to changes, adapting, financial situation.. I still remember what Jas said that she's gonna marry Brandon cuz she can never find any man who can love her like how Brandon does... at that time it didnt hit me.. now, i guess i can share her sentiments as i truly understand where she is coming from. You pulled through Practicum and the whole morning sickness. I'm proud of you and glad that Brandon's by your side through it all. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt stop touching her tummy!!! Baby Chloe will be out in September which means Lenny and I get to be God Mothers! :) Does that means we will get to celebrate Mother's Day next year too? woohoo.. hehe.. just finding a reason to celebrate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOpss.. catching up was a whole load of fun that i forgot about my INSTEP submission and All Girls Soccer/Floorball game! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Submission was alright.. just waiting for an e-mail or call from the International Relations Office I guess. . and then i rushed to the Court! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197150029250876706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_8anno1SI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rNaOv3IchnM/s400/CIMG8349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;unintentionally.. 4 of us were in white top and black shorts while the other four were in tudungs so.. we dun need any bibs or jerseys to differentiate and so happened that Man was there.. so yeah.. Eight girls, a guy in one Court! lol.. too bad everyone was so caught up that we only managed to take photos after the game! lol.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197144699196462306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_3kXno1OI/AAAAAAAAA08/fW3gbPneKWc/s320/CIMG8356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;acting all Minah.. I repeat ACTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197145923262141682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_4rnno1PI/AAAAAAAAA1E/I3r2KKwvIHQ/s320/CIMG8357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come On Macho Moorti Girls.. Show how we Kick Ass! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197147293356709122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_57Xno1QI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RGltxtWPDrE/s320/CIMG8351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TG- Tudung Girls.. :) not in the picture: Fiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197148169530037522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_6uXno1RI/AAAAAAAAA1U/64NIr-XEVf0/s400/CIMG8359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;haha.. If only this photo that i snapped can capture the sweet smell we were all smelling! Since we were all overly promoting each other's Fragrance, Body Mist/Spray and even this Loreal Hair Spray thanks do Madiha! After dinner, all of us when to SaSa and get one for ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cant wait for next Monday! :) see you again girls.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8871873042423215130?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8871873042423215130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8871873042423215130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8871873042423215130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8871873042423215130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays-r-here-to-stay.html' title='Holidays R here to Stay!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_0J3no1MI/AAAAAAAAA0s/dJ1tk1jYfyQ/s72-c/DSC00983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-495558338295938665</id><published>2008-05-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:15.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥The Heart's All Over the World Tonight♥</title><content type='html'>Dear Fuzz, Wana and Azmil affectionately known as Cicak/Ajme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may have only known each other barely a year but the times we spent together just makes me realize that you guys are the kinda people i'd group as " the people that matters" in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197125440563106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_mDXno1DI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rQn_zH2qWzE/s400/mini-Kent%2520Ridge%2520039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind that will always be tight to the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197128966731256930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_pQnno1GI/AAAAAAAAAz8/0hG3VZJYnvA/s400/mini-Kent%2520Ridge%2520042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197128614543938642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_o8Hno1FI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Ew7bCyY02Cg/s400/mini-Kent%2520Ridge%2520029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197128262356620354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_onnno1EI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3e2LGkyNyAU/s400/P4110148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197132016158037122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_sCHno1II/AAAAAAAAA0M/gwf8hrg7uyE/s400/mini-Kent%2520Ridge%2520044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197132333985617042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_sUnno1JI/AAAAAAAAA0U/zmwtzdlMLvI/s400/CIMG8314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times may change but even the sea needs its tide, even the four letter word, W-O-R-K may be taking its toll these days.. but we'll always make time and not excuses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197134455699461298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_uQHno1LI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Zph5FWia1zo/s400/mini-Kent%2520Ridge%2520015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197133588116067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_tdnno1KI/AAAAAAAAA0c/r59yG4SZ_BY/s400/CIMG8303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I look forward to every outing.. dat include those random ones like going swimming just cuz one of us feels like it Or to satisfy the craving tastbuds! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wana &amp;amp; Azmil, thank you for being there for Fuzz before I came along and thank you for showing me the definition of unconditional love; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuzz, you're my present, you're my future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Liya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Cousin Dan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you for being the bridge that linked me to these wonderful people. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197129950278767730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_qJ3no1HI/AAAAAAAAA0E/BGbp0ax75ms/s400/mini-000016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Kak Nana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-495558338295938665?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/495558338295938665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=495558338295938665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/495558338295938665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/495558338295938665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='♥The Heart&apos;s All Over the World Tonight♥'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_mDXno1DI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rQn_zH2qWzE/s72-c/mini-Kent%2520Ridge%2520039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7798023377452290941</id><published>2008-05-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:17.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random is Loved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i ramble on my holidays.. i think i outta give a recap on what's been up when i've been Missing In Action all this April! LoL.. basically.. being the random person I am.. here goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a two-in-one Museum Visit with The Boyfriend♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197085634806207298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_B2Xno00I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uIebnlguK4E/s400/musuem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;first up, National Musuem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it was interactive and hella-load of F-U-N! :)&lt;br /&gt;the other museum we dropped by was SAM- Singapore Art Museum. It's definitely something refreshing for a Square Science student like me who cant help but trying to see a pattern and logic behind everything.. nonetheless, ive learnt to appreciate something abstract.. something intangible and moreover, ive learnt that The Boyfriend♥ is definitely someone who complements me. He's what I'm not and vice versa and he sees potential in my flaws. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197090050032587602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_F3Xno01I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Dg6PWP0dU9g/s400/art+museum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;top: That's me tempting to paint. next, I was just amazed by the bonding between mother-daughter and how articulate the 3 year old cutie was! Bottom: The Boyfriend♥ drying up our "masterpiece" and Taadaa.. dat's me holding up our Bird Clock! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next time i knew was i got an email by Hans Gallere and haha.. dig this: we were featured in their webbie at hansart.sg! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197092833171395426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_IZXno02I/AAAAAAAAAx8/n_adu4q12Rc/s320/hansart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but wait.. how come my comments come under Parents Column! HUmph! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh we ended the day taking a Cable Car Ride from Mount Faber to catch Sunset at Siloso Beach. but i guess i was just so bewildered by the view and company that i forgot to take any shots! Unbelieveable?- Believe it! ( yup.. i love watching Ripley's!) After that, we catch another 2-in-1 combo. The 4D Pirates Movie where we can feel water splashing and wind howling and the simulation of the log ride thingy.. where it's like a freaking 3D roller coaster where you get to be the log going through the whole process of slicing, free fall and you know.. all that supposed adrenalin stuff. oh yeah.. managed to only snap a pic in the 3D shades after looking through the tonnes and tonnes of photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197103003653952434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_RpXno07I/AAAAAAAAAyk/ne7dvwp_I5g/s320/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laa di daa dii daaa.. Oh yeah.. The boyfriend♥, the brother and i went to catch the Grand Opening of the Singapore Flyer as well.. the fireworks were amazing and spectacular! I could feel the tremours.. and yes. I Build-A-Bear while visiting the Cuzzin who happens to share the same name as The Boyfriend♥! Fadly♥!! haha.. he was also the mascot.. So Adorable Can? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197100143205733234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_PC3no03I/AAAAAAAAAyE/QjihhVo6iSQ/s400/beruang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197100422378607490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_PTHno04I/AAAAAAAAAyM/-m5mTV6m8CY/s400/bruangku.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i made a Surfer bear! haha.. the whole process is so so cute, where we stuff the bear, bathe the bear, do a birth cert, pick out clothes. haha.. and yes.. it came with a nice price tag too! oh well... it's alright i guess.. i mean it's not everyday that i Build-a-bear! Thanks Lilik for hosting ask.. Next time.. welcome customers with more enthusiasm&lt;em&gt; la...&lt;/em&gt; LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197100705846449042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_Pjnno05I/AAAAAAAAAyU/tXWZYJi_D44/s400/bear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197100838990435234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_PrXno06I/AAAAAAAAAyc/ca_kEbNZ2EI/s400/abg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    left: Fadli embracing Fadly♥ right: Fadly♥ embracing Snuggles aka the Surfer Bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.. mummy turned 43! Happy Birthday mum! We just had a SUPER feast in Johore which caused 2 hours of jam to Johore and back to Singapore. but i guess it was indeed WORTH upon seeing the glorious food we had.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197106693030859714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_VAHno08I/AAAAAAAAAys/gvAAP55yrpo/s400/CIMG8112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197107002268505042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_VSHno09I/AAAAAAAAAy0/wdnv3-blChQ/s400/asam+pedas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From top: Mummy receiving prezzie from the everybody's favourite in-law. mummy and daddy! Danish, The GameBoy playing his game as usual! lol. this cousin of mine can ask for 30 dollars when he goes out to town and say that town food is expensive but later he comes home with either card games or comic or something along the idea of Game. lol for this trip, he took SD$5.00 and ask if he could change for RM45 from his dad! lol.. money-changer is definitely out of his potential jobs &lt;em&gt;la. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197108548456731618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_WsHno0-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/FesoDHONVWI/s320/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;oh. In english: Dear Aunt Zarah, happy Birthday. May you and your family be blessed with longevity, prosperity and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His virgin attempt to win my mum over by buying cheesecake from Starbucks and making me keep it in the fridge the night before her birthday. My mum certainly had a cheesy morning! Well Done, Boyfriend♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.. wad else.. ohh.. pics from Yvonne's Birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197114423971992562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_cCHno0_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/Gl3Z27Tog2s/s400/CIMG8097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197114814814016514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_cY3no1AI/AAAAAAAAAzM/NY5x9GwYI4M/s400/YVONNE+bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Taken horizontal: Salwa and me! Her 21st will be this Saturday! yay!! another gathering! I love Gatherings!! Reka and me! haha.. BIATCH! she's that same girl who will pull and skirt back in secondary school and screams and the LIVE of any party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken Vertical: Lynette and Me! my dearest attachment, who is the no1 on my phonelist and will always be receiving unintended calls or sms or even mms from if this miss forgetful forgets to lock her phone! LOL! and that's THE hair. The Rihanna hair that my attachment carries off so well! lol.. i bet she's gonna like gimme a call as soon as she reads this!! hahahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing from our clique: Celeste who is terribly ill and Eileen who is in Queensland! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, the very next day, i paid a visit to celeste and pass her beeeelated birthday gift! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197117301600080914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_epnno1BI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nQWGdMtwTX4/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/10173737-7798023377452290941?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7798023377452290941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7798023377452290941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7798023377452290941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7798023377452290941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-is-loved.html' title='Random is Loved!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/SB_B2Xno00I/AAAAAAAAAxs/uIebnlguK4E/s72-c/musuem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7307430601749853959</id><published>2008-04-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:48:09.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been really busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;feel like switching to wordpress actually.&lt;br /&gt;this blog has been dormant for far too long i guess.&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i will just need to rant and blog the littlest details like the opportunities that come knocking at my door.&lt;br /&gt;right now, im just looking forward for 10th May 2008- Pangea Day. Read more about it. Go Google. On the same day, i will be attending my secondary schoolmate's 21st at Changi. :)&lt;br /&gt;attended yvonne's birthday at East Coast and it was nice to just hang out and bitch about the good ol days.. so yeah.. gatherings just makes me feel oh-so-good.&lt;br /&gt;i really screwed up my Year 1 Semester 2 BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;come on, i threw up just before i sat for my exam. wow. blanked out during exam.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;dammn.. there goes my mood to even blog.&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will be attached to Rivervale Primary and Bowen Secondary School .. till again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7307430601749853959?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7307430601749853959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7307430601749853959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7307430601749853959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7307430601749853959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/been-really-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-2573297384073335162</id><published>2008-04-13T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:40:33.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hang in there..</title><content type='html'>man. I've been down with serious FLU &amp;amp; Fever.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;who likes em anyway.&lt;br /&gt;well.. just two more days b4 i declare this semester OVER.&lt;br /&gt;so.. i just gotta hang in there and just MUG!&lt;br /&gt;17th and 21st April and i will be done.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. this semester has been like.. hmm.. what can i say.. nothing much. really.&lt;br /&gt;yes, this entry is written for the sake of updating and trying to get my royal ass to study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-2573297384073335162?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2573297384073335162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=2573297384073335162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2573297384073335162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2573297384073335162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/hang-in-there.html' title='hang in there..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4750490169948362069</id><published>2008-04-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:19.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Updates READ ALL ABOUT IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright.. its been a while since i last blog.. so here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as usual, i'll start from what happened today till the day i last blogged..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm.. finally one module down, the pain-staking ALS101 Academic Discourse a.k.a The Cause for the weekend escapade that will be brought to the blog in a matter of moments! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;research paper took sleepless nights and countless surveys since March!: 40% of module&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the test which barely took 60 minutes: 30% of module&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nyah nyah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its MakanSutra Time Yet Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187157347724495202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x8IAEtCWI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Y-K0W-h7SEk/s400/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we get to explore the new renovated school compund featuring .. ( which is FAR more exciting!) FOOD &amp;amp; BEVERAGE! :) the newly expanded Canteen A which now features a new McDonalds(the Upsize McDonalds, lol), Subway( Eat Fresh:)), Canadian Pizza(the service is faster when you call 62410241!) and the biggest Old Chang Kee in the WORLD!..&lt;br /&gt;Finally comfy seats! yipee.. the Sakae Sushi and food court upstairs r still renovating though. there's also a western food dining restaurant which we planned to celebrate birthdays there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187157863120570738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x8mAEtCXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/f-TQanLyAWM/s400/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I did say that it is the biggest Old Chang Kee in The World... Didnt I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another Makan Place that savoured my tastebuds.. well.. this was taken at AMK Hub :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187158911092591010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x9jAEtCaI/AAAAAAAAAww/yEJSWnYJ7Y8/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York as the Yummy Boyfriend will say, its so nice, you have to say it twice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187160775108397490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x_PgEtCbI/AAAAAAAAAw4/gXZgdN1g-eQ/s400/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the girlfriend will say.. but it says here.. "It's all American baby!" hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187158597559978386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x9QwEtCZI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xwE83v8_g0o/s400/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this was Kenny Rogers a few weeks back.. this photo was posted cuz i just got this sudden craving! lol. man.. eat to live and live to eat..in my case, born to eat! And with these... my friends, explains why i'm in shape. well.. &lt;strong&gt;round&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;STILL a&lt;/em&gt; Shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. sunday was spent at Pizza Hut and with two important boys- Boyfriend &amp;amp; Brother:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187161260439701954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x_rwEtCcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MxeGpKSpN7w/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My Shorty and my Bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187161543907543506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x_8QEtCdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/b1Qfln0Mk8A/s400/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we went to J8 followed by dhoby ghaut. we happened to catch the handover ceremony as well at the Istana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187158361336777090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x9DAEtCYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/SBkUfXYLlQM/s400/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and of cuz.. for the Escapade Saturday due to the STRESS.. it was BLiss! I was the Putri Sandat for the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187161805900548578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_yALgEtCeI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/CCba0pg97IE/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPLASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187164670643735026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_yCyQEtCfI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ecwR64oovcw/s400/Putri+Sandat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wayanretreat.com/wayan/newcomers.html"&gt;http://www.wayanretreat.com/wayan/newcomers.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4750490169948362069?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4750490169948362069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4750490169948362069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4750490169948362069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4750490169948362069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates-updates-read-all-about-it.html' title='Updates Updates READ ALL ABOUT IT!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_x8IAEtCWI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Y-K0W-h7SEk/s72-c/DSC00867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5774226745815688288</id><published>2008-04-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:09:20.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last minute. nothing new.</title><content type='html'>my pair of eyes darted at the corner of my lappie.. gawd.. it's 3.43am- 4th April 2008!&lt;br /&gt;two of the assignments that are causing me the eyebags will be due in a matter of hours!&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand why but no matter how i try to start my assignments early, it is always left to the last minute. and based on my psychology paper, i was literally doing it to the last second by submitting one minute later than the final submission is dued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things gotta change.. for the better.. at least for the sake of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i work better under stress and time constraints..&lt;br /&gt;but still..&lt;br /&gt;i cant always use " Having assignments stress" excuse (being a blonde can only get me that far!)&lt;br /&gt;I tend to come across as someone who instinctively provide instructions and delegate tasks to my groupmates, despite not any assigned roles in the group.&lt;br /&gt;This is not evil neither is it making me anyone's lifesaver either.&lt;br /&gt;something for me to ponder about while i'm on the train later to school while some Bala, Zhi wei or Ahmad plays on his PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. i just hit the safe assignment button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel safe and saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's 4.08 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-5774226745815688288?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5774226745815688288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5774226745815688288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5774226745815688288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5774226745815688288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-minute-nothing-new.html' title='last minute. nothing new.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-6278725985179319379</id><published>2008-04-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:19.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 2 months.. already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_OrdAEtCVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0X9C4mzX190/s1600-h/me+n+you.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184676110757857618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_OrdAEtCVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0X9C4mzX190/s400/me+n+you.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a two month rendevous, I came into terms with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;1. Look down on you based on your past.&lt;br /&gt;2. judge you by the choices that you make.&lt;br /&gt;3.Slap you for saying the words to win me over.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take you for granted when you start talking about pride and ego.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hurt you for the things you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheat on you by the way you show me how a woman is to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;7.Doubt you since the day you made that impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hate you for making me the person that I am today.&lt;br /&gt;9.Reject you for being too comfortable around me.&lt;br /&gt;10.Leave you when you start being yourself with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember to insert the word &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;(bold &amp;amp; capitalized) in front of the numbers 1-10 above!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-6278725985179319379?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6278725985179319379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=6278725985179319379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6278725985179319379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6278725985179319379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-2-months-already.html' title='It&apos;s been 2 months.. already?'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_OrdAEtCVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0X9C4mzX190/s72-c/me+n+you.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-219097257575693058</id><published>2008-03-31T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:20.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>night safari</title><content type='html'>ok.. now im in my room after a very tiring walk.. or should i say wild trail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i were to say the word random, it actually spells F-A-D-L-Y! hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183942680667556130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_EQZwEtCSI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OKpeFn6HoY0/s320/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i was ranting about my bad monday thanks to sang nila.. nice Fadly came to JP to meet me after school and he got me a whole range of foot care products by Scholl to pamper my tired royal feet! and he told me he is gonna take me somewhere i least expected just to chase the blues aways.. and guess what.. before i know it.. i reached Mandai! yup.. The Singapore Zoological Gardens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183939755794827490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_ENvgEtCOI/AAAAAAAAAvM/icZKhUWy-ng/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate finger lickin good KFC, followed by sinful scoops of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.. and then, finally our trip into the Creatures of the Night- Night Safari!... yes on a Monday night! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183942096552003858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_EP3wEtCRI/AAAAAAAAAvk/S8mcL595Ec8/s320/DSC00759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183940365680183538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_EOTAEtCPI/AAAAAAAAAvU/NXzRP_bGJYc/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183943221833435442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_EQ5QEtCTI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZJZcbkSN0W0/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amused at the level of enthusiasm that the animal trainer cum presenter had for the animal show, especially on a Monday. It's not easy having jobs like these cuz you gotta have that perpectual smile on your face despite how bad your day was or whatever the mood you're having! I bet we were the only two amongst the crowd to be a proud holder of a pink IC! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183936616173734098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_EK4wEtCNI/AAAAAAAAAvE/M00dyvNjNXk/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-219097257575693058?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/219097257575693058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=219097257575693058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/219097257575693058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/219097257575693058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-safari.html' title='night safari'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R_EQZwEtCSI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OKpeFn6HoY0/s72-c/DSC00787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5749754028690702394</id><published>2008-03-30T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:15:35.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. here i am on r4pc8.. yup computer lab again.. my PA, rad is beside trying to ensure the smooth sail of our powerpoint on Calcary Zoo. some ict thing that we need to do for this module which ends... TODAY&lt;br /&gt;fine.. enough of the good news.. now the bad..&lt;br /&gt;i got a freakin c+ for one reading response...&lt;br /&gt;arrggghhhh..&lt;br /&gt;stupid sang nila utamaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then, it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be cynical saying that singapore kids cant handle failure, this and that...&lt;br /&gt;and it hit me..&lt;br /&gt;i am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;so i better shut up cuz i'll just be eating my own words.&lt;br /&gt;man.. i feel ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. nothing i can do about the c+ grade for this reading response component.. which is 15% of the whole module. grrr..  next up is the 35% group assignment due this friday!  and the 50% comes from the goddamn paper itself! Tomoro is my Phonetics Test- oh gawdd.. intonation!! arrgghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my research paper is still on hold.. gosh... and its also due this friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. this is CRAZY i tell u.. but once again, its self-inflicted.. ive been bumming around.. and trying to get my rolyal Ass to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still.. no time to point fingers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, some entry about school &amp;amp; i mean school work not school gossips and latest nicknames made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c+!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP CALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No success without failure! There's no suceess without failure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-5749754028690702394?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5749754028690702394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5749754028690702394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5749754028690702394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5749754028690702394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4676475233845770407</id><published>2008-03-28T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:21.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohhh ya.. not to forget... was at TTSH for my 2nd dosage of Hepatitis A vaccination! man.. my left arm is swelling and numbing as well.. having my period at the same time aint helping either cuz i feel bloated!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the arm swell is caused my fingers to itch on this new gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericson K850i!!! Oh mine.. they might as well rename is "Liyana's next top gadget to get!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183039504879782082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3a-AEtCMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LObVdvFnO6Y/s400/Sony%2520Ericsson%2520K850i.jpg" width="427" border="0" /&gt;ok.. here are the reasons why this is a liyana-must-have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. it has a 5-mega pixel integrated cybershot camera function!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.  This is by CNet Asia Review&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good: Dedicated camera controls; microSD and Memory Stick Micro compatibility; Xenon flash and LED light; Bluetooth stereo; HSDPA connectivity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bad: Glossy surface attracts fingerprints; tiny buttons may not appeal to some. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bottom line: The K850i Cyber-shot is one of the best camera-phones available in the market right now, thanks to its dedicated controls, good performance and natural-looking images.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.mobiletechreview.com/phones/Sony-Ericsson-K850i.htm"&gt;http://www.mobiletechreview.com/phones/Sony-Ericsson-K850i.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need i say more..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the price is not as appealing as the idea of owning it though.. hmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes daddy.. this is once again a want not a need.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4676475233845770407?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4676475233845770407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4676475233845770407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4676475233845770407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4676475233845770407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/ohhh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3a-AEtCMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/LObVdvFnO6Y/s72-c/Sony%2520Ericsson%2520K850i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-2621038927295615070</id><published>2008-03-28T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:22.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man.. it's saturday.. the boyfriend's out in the sunny beachy sentosa.. when i should have been there.. instead here i am curled up in bed thanks to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS TIME OF THE MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as much as i rejoice to the fact that i can even escape murder just by twirling my hair, this is the part where i just cant resist and wish that any tom, dick or harry( or maybe tom's dick's hairy.. ugghh!disgusting!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, this pain is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i cant get much things done except to whimper like a lost and sick puppy! i feel so pathetic, Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz.. im pretty much upset with myself since i still have not complete my research paper by yesterday! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183023699400132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3MmAEtCGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/EPlQab35tEY/s400/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher's Leadership Summit at The Legends yesterday was awesome! Overwhelming and thought-provoking i must say. Had a few distinguished speakers but the highlight would have just been Mr David Lim, for he is the first Singaporean on Mt Everest, where he shares his experience climbing the mountain and his next battle of overcoming GBS, a disorder where he was on life-support of 6 months trying to get his nerves to function properly again. That is not all, when he got himself a prosthetic leg, he went to another mountain expedition for the physically disabled. :) and what brings great honour was when he asked our table if he could join us for lunch. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayz.. this is me and Babs.. here's the funfact about her! her real name's Aini but she has this obsession with pigs! yes the pigs that grunts, that goes snort snort, the one that live in a sty.. hahahaha... ironic aint it? well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183028153281218722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3QpQEtCKI/AAAAAAAAAus/IY0x3R4q23U/s400/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183024906285942898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3NsQEtCHI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7vzGosaAwh0/s400/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That's Deanna, Eleanor, Babs, Qomariah me, and Mr Martin, the down to earth chap founder of Halogen Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday nite was like the hang out night at Menotti's with the usual, plus celebrating his financial advisor and his girlfriend 2nd anniversary.. woohoo.. plus we had a mini How compatible are you quiz going on while waitin for the food to be served. :) it felt like The Planet in L Word! haha.. except that we're all into straight.. according to the last time i checked.. we're all comfortable with everyone's sexuality though.. hahaha... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183025172573915266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3N7wEtCII/AAAAAAAAAuc/UUmwmntvctg/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183025494696462482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3OOgEtCJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/U1vdcgO6V3o/s400/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.. i better stop procastinating and get back to work. man.. im just so curled up in bed right now, wishing for some mercy! anyways.. i did a simple online quiz.. was rather cynical about it but taadaa.. just some i assumed silly questions actually revealed almost accurate data about me! cool or wad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What others see from your style&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You probably live in your own little world and studiously avoid having to search for your own identity. You may feel that you are not loved, and being in your imaginary world is your way of coping with this. You get moody easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What your nightclothes reveal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are friendly and always in good mood. You are candid and helpful, and can be sexy at times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What others see from your ties&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are kind and friendly. You are an uncomplicated person and enjoy exciting activities.&lt;br /&gt;What others see from your beltsYou are a kind of person who likes to hide your feelings. You may have a hot temper but tend to cover it with an outwardly calm and gentle demeanor. You are sensitive when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What others see from your shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a person who loves simplicity and is sincere and open. You are pleasant to be with, easygoing and always in a good mood. You neither want to control nor be under someone else's control. You don't care much about how you look, and know that it's what's inside someone's heart that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What others see from your earrings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a sweet and talkative person. You are sociable, energetic and interesting, and get easily bored by the same old things. You are always looking for adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last analysis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are probably a clever and adventurous person. You love to learn new things, and enjoy socializing with friends. Although you enjoy your freedom, you cherish peacefulness and like to spend time alone with your thoughts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;try it: &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test102.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok.. dun be upset cuz there aint a pic of you in my last entry; here's for you. Your like my Pink Pill, what every woman needs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3ThQEtCLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nKck3K1if-k/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183031314377148594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3ThQEtCLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nKck3K1if-k/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-2621038927295615070?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2621038927295615070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=2621038927295615070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2621038927295615070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2621038927295615070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/man.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-3MmAEtCGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/EPlQab35tEY/s72-c/DSC00736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4319977612595994059</id><published>2008-03-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:26.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am sitting at the swivel chair belonging to R5PC1 in the computer lab of NIE, somewhere far far from civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically i just had tutorial by the ever so great &lt;em&gt;Sang Nila Utama&lt;/em&gt; who does nothing but to just be an egoist bus3rd who does nothing but pissing us off with his &lt;em&gt;So? you're not answering my question?&lt;/em&gt; yup.. that separates a teacher and a lecturer. Teachers, &lt;em&gt;like me,&lt;/em&gt; have a heart! bleah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;slept only at 4.40am yesterday, trying to finish up my first draft of research paper. Thoughts of just taking MC was lingering in my mind like how the hands of clock is to the 12 numbers. ok.. bad metaphor. how about like to thought of the great singapore sale to be round the corner in the minds of shop-a-holic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realised that i wont term myself as a shop-a-holic but a compulsive and impulsive serial shopper that good to all lengths for the pleasure of signing every mastercard transaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182228799737890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r5owEtB7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/-1JfIv_O9zI/s400/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before i knew it was gonna be a Friday &amp;amp; Splurge Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For instance, last good friday, i was all excited to be out with my brother.. and yes.. My MasterCard made a transaction at every Flash &amp;amp; Splash along Orchard Road! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A super advanced series of birthday gifts for the boy who calls me sister when he only complained that his wallet was pretty much worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182233146244794354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r9lwEtB_I/AAAAAAAAAtU/EdtAoBIkPBY/s400/PAAAIAJPBGNALHEC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did he got a replacement, he even got an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iconoclast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fred Patacchia boardshorts that cost a whopping 120 bucks ...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182227820485347218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r4vwEtB5I/AAAAAAAAAsk/kyMoEfijP3E/s400/DSC00687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and a reef white polo tee costing about half the former price quoted that made him look so yummy! ( no, i dun find the idea of incest appealing , THank YOu!!!) yup.. indeed a good friday for him where Flash &amp;amp; Splash turned Friday &amp;amp; Splurge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i-con-o-clast(n)- Someone who challenges or overturns traditional beliefs, customs and values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182228189852534690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r5FQEtB6I/AAAAAAAAAss/mbyXScpXiUI/s400/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. money cant buy happiness but it can sure serve as one of the means for escapism for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so tired right now. Im planning to clear two assignments that are due on the 4th of april by this 28th March! Only hoping to get a well-deserved break this weekend! bLeah! anyway, im glad i did not spend 18 bucks just to get a piece of paper that allows me to "run-away". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the due date for most of these things are like 4th of april.. man i cant wait..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the excrutiating pain feels like.. labour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.. i feel like im pregnant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the due date on the 4th April..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean look at it this way.. been having "morning sickness" with those sleepless nights of doing projects, assignments and ridiculously lengthy tutorials.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my retail therapy r like going for my regular check-up and getting pain killers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;going for tutorials under &lt;em&gt;Sang Nila Utama &lt;/em&gt;is like tolerating the unreasonable Mother-in-law's incessant do's and dont's.. (oh.. dont get me wrong, his mum is a darling to me!:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like my body is swelling up thanks to the snacking just to keep me awake all night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what next? bursting my water bag?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182229315133966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r6GwEtB8I/AAAAAAAAAs8/iwvttezmE-o/s400/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oh.. i miss Amir!! He's already in Greenslope, Queensland already! See you in 2009 boy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182237630190651410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-sBqwEtCBI/AAAAAAAAAtk/niaH73Ww1rA/s400/Image116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my smarty pants. ( i have not forgotten u ok!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182231488387418082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r8FQEtB-I/AAAAAAAAAtM/nB02iSfsBPA/s400/DSC_0825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my fizophoto's updates.. yup.. this was taken last good friday as well on his sister's birthday.. they're now in Surabaya! Bet a million rupiah he's takin jolly good shots right this very moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182243003194738770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-sGjgEtCFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/x0YdFwZj1CM/s400/CIMG0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bitchin sis lenny..( cravin 4 pastamania babe?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182238514953914402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-sCeQEtCCI/AAAAAAAAAts/-LkyC_waxn8/s400/DSC02729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182239167788943410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-sDEQEtCDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nj3nsknZem0/s400/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i miss my sec sch usual- yvonne, eileen, celeste n lynnette..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182240400444557378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-sEMAEtCEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/e9BX2RUAkKM/s400/DSC00008+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss my sister.. i just dunno why.. he's very distant now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182235675980531714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r_5AEtCAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bV-9uwYvzpI/s400/DSC01678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; i miss my moo2..( girl, u still owe me our KL photos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182229684501153746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r6cQEtB9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/qYpUE1g1hZI/s400/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing a photoshoot with my cousins!! This is Fadli enjoying his Sofiato when we were at Menotti after his NAFA interview. Hope you get it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.. i missed you..? im sorry, my dear religious blog reader that i did not mention you. im sure you miss reading daily entries huh? i miss blogging daily too which also means.. i miss u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(aftermath of rushing essays after essays!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p.s: Picture this.. you are in a huge gigantic shopping centre then you hear someone callin out your name. It was your sec sch mate whom you've not met for ages!! And when you turn, she says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;" eh, Actually I didnt see you at first. I saw your boyfriend first" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"What?How did you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;" From your blog&lt;em&gt; laaaa&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xoxoxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4319977612595994059?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4319977612595994059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4319977612595994059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4319977612595994059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4319977612595994059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-i-am-sitting-at-swivel-chair.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-r5owEtB7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/-1JfIv_O9zI/s72-c/DSC00662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8712240622934242695</id><published>2008-03-20T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:27.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything was going on as usual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mundane, day to day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when Suddenly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i received an sms with a super long number..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+91xxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was from India!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did a 360 turn on my bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179826710428583666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-Jw8wEtBvI/AAAAAAAAArE/o38Ss61ho3A/s400/CIMG0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Bunit, a.k.a Faizal. He's known as Faizal cuz he looks like a Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizal is an english teacher, a cute English teacher who is very friendly, approachable and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how we had our first conversation and how my lips formed a perfect O when he showed me a picture of his 1 year old kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. our crazy, passionate yet emotional teacher's club we planned to set up internationally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179827612371715842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-JxxQEtBwI/AAAAAAAAArM/g1-mJsCOkcs/s400/CIMG0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bunit Sir &amp;amp; Miss Pretti &amp;amp; Miss Bunita&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179832465684760370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-J2LwEtBzI/AAAAAAAAArk/_SL85J43eb8/s400/CIMG0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is written on Lhamu's hand and mine.. Gosh.. How are you girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I miss Mama too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179829003941119762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-JzCQEtBxI/AAAAAAAAArU/o53ZG5OELqI/s400/CIMG0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She took care of me.. She made sure my lips were always Vaseline-D. She treated me like her own. She even allowed me to call her "Ma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179830180762158882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-J0GwEtByI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ro2lIHWciCQ/s400/CIMG0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was sooo sweet. He picked me up from school and drove me to Lepcha Cottage while my friends took the Magic School Bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179832955311032130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-J2oQEtB0I/AAAAAAAAArs/KlKwivGzmfs/s400/CIMG0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Magic School Bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suddenly i miss sleeping under thick warm sleeping bags.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss waiting hours to use the heater to bathe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss hearing " Good Morning Miss" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss seeing snow capped mountains out of the window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss buying things and get them wrapped in newspaper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss being assumed to be a local and be confused but to just smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss Sikkim, India. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her Last Bite: Ayam Penyet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her Sudden Craving: Sikkim's MoMo &amp;amp; Egg Roll from The Roll House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8712240622934242695?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8712240622934242695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8712240622934242695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8712240622934242695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8712240622934242695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-was-going-on-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R-Jw8wEtBvI/AAAAAAAAArE/o38Ss61ho3A/s72-c/CIMG0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-105732522998600392</id><published>2008-03-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Series of Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;well.. decided to the a summary of what has been happening this whole week from the last time i blogged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dammit. if only im already in teaching then i ought to be having my one week school holiday break! anyway, today's like the last day anyways! well. BACK to School KIDS.. hmm.. come to think of it.. it's only applicable to my brother.. lenny.. erm.. gosh.. that's all. all the people close at heart r SO over school and those who are.. we're all in tertiary so yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dammit.. i feel old. hmm.. come to think of it.. you dont say 16 years young. but you say 16 years 0ld. so.. you're old eitherways... so.. i feel older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat makes sense?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... you dont have to agree actually!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right.. MOVING on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh.. the next day after the birthday party, took the cousin, Amir out with The Boyfriend to the Science centre to catch Dinosaurs ALIVE and he also played at the WaterWorks. yup.. dat was an excursion alright! Trust me, the PSP is god-sent. Or else.. you can never imagine an inquisitive and high-on-glucose kid sit so still in the MRT from Jurong East to Tampines! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178385537430675906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91SNcSTYcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Zs1uJmC4xwo/s320/CIMG7728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178383484436308386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91QV8STYaI/AAAAAAAAApk/roT6vce_Wns/s320/CIMG6679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178381964017885586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91O9cSTYZI/AAAAAAAAApc/BMwyBXi8lZE/s320/CIMG6665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178384648372445618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91RZsSTYbI/AAAAAAAAAps/hxpff5QnS10/s320/Sciencecentre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So basically from top: outside Science Centre, getting all Action PACKED! Followed by working on some science experiment to construct a marble passageway, next, the gallant Boyfriend sat through a 2000 WATT voltage! and just a collage of some of the day's event at Science Centre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes.. next time when you board the train, remove those oversized shades or trying to look cool or emo by looking down at your sneakers with your ipod blasting to the max and take a look around. There ought to be one soul who has his/her hands on a PSP! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on tuesday.. which i can proudly declare it off since i only have one lecture at 13.30-14.30.. well.. this is what happened this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was about to leave the house.. dragging my royal ass outta bed.. when the Boyfriend called.. saying that his mum was gonna make a quick trip to JB. Before he could even asked me, i turned around to grab my passport.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So... woodlands MRT.. what time?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha... it was all good scrumptous food. cheap food r good filling food! at least for my versatile tastebuds!! made a new pair of specs:) I came back by 7pm.. it really felt like i travelling from city hall mrt to suntec city when we crossed the border! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit.. i love Wednesdays.. cuz i get to brunch with Princess Darron(cuz he' s laptop cover has his wife's pretty pink princess iron-on) and Paparazzi Nic( ok.. since princess calls me Scandal.. what do u need when you have a Princess and a Scandal.. the paparazzi of cuz!) LOL. This time we bruched at Canteen Mac and Nic was so nice to treat us using her Mc Ez-Link point system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178389600469737986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91V58STYgI/AAAAAAAAAqU/EBZCI4i3-4g/s400/Brunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal: wah.. so good.. can get free meal like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi: yeah.. just redeem points lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess: But now also use no point.. cuz ending soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal: whao lao.. why everything i wanna get then it gonna end la.. this la .. that la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi: That's why it's gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal: huh? ( twirls hair: clueless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi: Cuz of people like you who wanna join!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi &amp;amp; Princess: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal: eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hahaa.. i have an identity without even making an effort to establish one! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Nic for always being there for me when i rush through my assignment. You're like my solution when i hit the panic button. like when there's a fire, you go to this red box with a a glass panel that says " Break Glass in case of Emergency!"LOL&lt;br /&gt;heez.. the pink papillo's r her's mine's the blue. pretty aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178387358496809442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91T3cSTYeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/tfvlmwWDVQI/s320/DSC00612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;im actually glad that i'll be leavingf for Brisbane in 2009 cuz my aunt will be more or less settled down by then. And guess what. She will be staying in Greenslope which is a 20 minutes drive from University of Queensland! yipee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went down to the Suntec Study in Australia Exhibition and yes.. i got loads of information.. there'd be another one comin up in May so.. yeah.. i'll be back. Im considering to take a diploma course while i'm there as well... hmm.. that just gotta depend actually. I mean.. this choice of study is mine, my education, my everything which means my own money. I just cant picture myself getting money from parents at the age of turning 21.. and besides under my student visa, i'm allowed to work 20 hours in a week when im in Australia.. yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also had a FEAST( long vowel not like how u'd pronounced fist) with the Usual on friday at FarmMart in CCk. GOOD and CHEAP seafood! we ordered sting ray( 2 big ones) , quail( 5!), satay( 50 sticks!), Squids ( 2 big plateful), Cockles ( 2 plateful), Otah2 ( super duper good or waddd). We were dead FULL.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178387951202296306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91UZ8STYfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/xPwlEqRJtko/s320/DSC00617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;OUR FEAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178387032079294930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91TkcSTYdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/7DXSFSkBTno/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Loving Couple&lt;br /&gt;Azmil &amp;amp; Wana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a.k.a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His Best Friend &amp;amp; Our Official Photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178381074959655298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91OJsSTYYI/AAAAAAAAApU/kSyrmpbuqeg/s320/P3140291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               This is the Usual 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the highlight of last week has to be the Baking Fudge Brownie for My Sweets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has an "s" suffix because, it's meant for the Boyfriend, Boyfriend's Mum, papa, Kakak, Kai, Boy &amp;amp; Adik. :) it was very random.. unplanned.. so i came, got changed into his tees, familiarize with the kitchen and . &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178394071530693170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91Z-MSTYjI/AAAAAAAAAqs/NlhViSMpT88/s400/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wash and get utensils ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393805242720786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91ZusSTYhI/AAAAAAAAAqc/tIKJ1jKWMgA/s400/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Get acquainted with the common kitchen users,his lil sister Lin, affectionately known as kakak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178393929796772386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91Z18STYiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/0u6kCa75kBg/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Get to Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178394208969646658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91aGMSTYkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/7EG1wLK7UIo/s400/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Impatient Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178395067963105874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91a4MSTYlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/aRb3PN6GGSw/s400/CIMG77661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We decided to play my Jenga while waiting with his cousin, Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when it was ready. No pics. Just too engrossed having brownie n ice cream served by yours truly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;(this is something like a regular section where i shall implement since i love to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her last Bite: Anderson's Cookies &amp;amp; Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her Sudden Crave: Fish &amp;amp; Co Fish &amp;amp; Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-105732522998600392?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/105732522998600392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=105732522998600392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/105732522998600392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/105732522998600392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/series-of-events.html' title='Series of Events'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R91SNcSTYcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Zs1uJmC4xwo/s72-c/CIMG7728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8743940694450007706</id><published>2008-03-11T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:33.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177051791171477778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9iVLMSTYRI/AAAAAAAAAoc/CzDMXXhKXSw/s400/CIMG6571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl, Afrina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Boyfriend's birthday was what happened during the day. At night.. it was my cuzzin's Shida and Afrina's Birthday as well.. here are some of the pics that we , The Haji Yusof's took, snapped and cam-whored! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177046813304381682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9iQpcSTYPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NzDC3b-gM7c/s400/DSC_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Danish &amp;amp; Haji Yusof(Grandfather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177052783308923170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9iWE8STYSI/AAAAAAAAAok/-vIscfjCzqQ/s400/CIMG6588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Humairah.. Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177050670185013506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9iUJ8STYQI/AAAAAAAAAoU/rbmlEXfR29U/s400/CIMG6567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With the Birthday Girls.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This early March, I also celebrated my Moo2's 21st Birthday! yes.. i sewed on the heart! Man.. i was domestically challenged indeed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177060948041752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9idgMSTYTI/AAAAAAAAAos/HAL_LA7rhXM/s400/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177061867164754242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9ieVsSTYUI/AAAAAAAAAo0/8ZB8kQH_COc/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's fugly but.. it's made with Tender, Loving Care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177062270891680082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9ietMSTYVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/F4lqeZgbi5g/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet of you, Yana! ( Only she calls me Yana, no one else!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177062855007232354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9ifPMSTYWI/AAAAAAAAApE/jCRjbUG_HE0/s400/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She's soooo loving her birthday Prezzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177063134180106610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9iffcSTYXI/AAAAAAAAApM/h46-GA3G1gU/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My effort! My Pride! Hola!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8743940694450007706?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8743940694450007706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8743940694450007706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8743940694450007706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8743940694450007706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9iVLMSTYRI/AAAAAAAAAoc/CzDMXXhKXSw/s72-c/CIMG6571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3007448320752271433</id><published>2008-03-10T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:34.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos for de 8th March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176482927048089794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9aPy8STYMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cTb4I8LZy88/s400/Menotti+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176307662317641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9XwZMSTYEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/jn_lxuZ0L5I/s400/Menotti+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176309255750508626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9Xx18STYFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/F2-e4zZTXBw/s400/Menotti+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486070964150482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9aSp8STYNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1IsSA8TAh7o/s400/Menotti+(31).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY MUHAMMAD FADLY HAMZAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from the top, the boyfriend making a wish on his Sofiato. the boyfriend and his brother Kai, the chef. finally, a close-up to do justice to the better than sex Sofiato only at Menotti. havin the usual calamari rings while flipping some magazines to find an excuse to go shopping with the Girlfriend outside Menotti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176312030299381890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9X0XcSTYII/AAAAAAAAAnU/WfKAueB8c2Y/s400/Singapore+Flyer+(24).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176311287270039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9XzsMSTYHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ZnzZQZsdWE0/s400/Singapore+Flyer+(18).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176310050319458402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9XykMSTYGI/AAAAAAAAAnE/c-UBk-BqwoI/s400/Singapore+Flyer+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ascending the Singapore Flyer while he answers his Birthday Calls, while i was busy cam-whoring. Through my eyes, im on top of the world. Through his eyes, likewise. A feast at Popeye's before heading to Menotti for sweet dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176487913505120482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9aUVMSTYOI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7BppiIBExHM/s400/Singapore+Flyer+(86).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176480281348235442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9aNY8STYLI/AAAAAAAAAns/4KUFXgy5Xo0/s400/Singapore+Flyer+(96).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. i almost forgot.. the tiny fishes therapeutic dip at Kenko reflexology which was followed by a oh-so-good back and shoulder massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176478799584518306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9aMCsSTYKI/AAAAAAAAAnk/lKROmlgQLps/s400/Sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, catching sunset at Tanjong Beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful.&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/10173737-3007448320752271433?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3007448320752271433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3007448320752271433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3007448320752271433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3007448320752271433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/photos-for-de-8th-march-2008.html' title='Photos for de 8th March 2008'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R9aPy8STYMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/cTb4I8LZy88/s72-c/Menotti+(10).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4802838316036642712</id><published>2008-03-10T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:38:13.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th of March through my eyes.</title><content type='html'>Liya? She’s not here. It’s me. Fuzz. For those whom I have not met before, I want this to be love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold; your man for the duration, a perfect imitation of a tan, black eyed, Javanese- Boyanese descends.  What kind of a man I am? You be the judge. Well Miss Liyana, she asked or might I say beseeched for yours truly to do an entry about his birthday. Just rant it out she said. It would mean a lot to me.  Well my frolicking cherub and Lynnalicious dilettantes out there, I have set for myself the task of doing this entry at 0230hrs. With a mug of steaming java, I maintain myself as morally complex, spiritually tough, and aesthetically relevant – a being of blazing insight and impact, a man with things to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this, read it for that reason. If that’s not enough, read something else.&lt;br /&gt;If it is, then read on. In chains, to my friends, I dictated these words. Hold my hand and come with me as we peregrinate back to 8th of March and relive that enchanted day through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with her once more when I picked her up at her place. Heart pounding as my lips turns dry when she gets into the car. Her warm womanly scent stirs the furry beast in me. Poets often portray being in love is like flying without wings and that my friends is how I feel when we took the ride or I must say flight on the Singapore flyer. We were ushered into this gigantic steel capsule as we embarked for the 30mins per revolution flight. I can’t find a word to describe how I feel when i ascend higher and higher, gazing at the skyline with Liya in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were strolling out of the Singapore Flyer complex when something catches our eyes. In front of our very eyes, sat a couple with their legs soaked in knee deep pond filled with tiny fishes feasting on their legs and toes. She glanced at me, carves a smile and led me inside. 10 mins later, school of fishes devouring our aching and sore feet. I’m not going to spoil it for you boys and girls. You have to experience it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a breather and had something to munch at the usual place. Cherub had her usual, ‘I can eat this for the rest of my whole life, this is better than sex’ Sofiato. Those who don’t know what sofiato is, it’s an Italian dessert. It is like a brownie but more sinful. The cake is injected with hot chocolate sauce and is served with a vanilla gelato. Kai came over and is nice enough to sing his old brother a birthday song. The inevitable bragging session about the Singapore flyer experience came soon after that. We sat there for hours it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at Tanjong beach admiring the sunset after that. We stayed there for a while. I fell in love with her again. Maybe it’s something about the full moon and the stars that illuminate the beach. Maybe it’s the ocean that looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. Maybe it’s the sky that resembles a back lit canopy with holes punch in it. Maybe it’s just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters when I’m with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been an honor sharing my thoughts. For my Lynnalicious aficionados, the photos will be uploaded by Miss Liyana herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to part now. My eyes grew heavier every minute. Sleep is calling. Come my child and let me cradle you. It’s an honor sharing my thoughts with you. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4802838316036642712?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4802838316036642712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4802838316036642712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4802838316036642712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4802838316036642712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/8th-of-march-through-my-eyes.html' title='8th of March through my eyes.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5158037208722368273</id><published>2008-03-01T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:35.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mS2POFaLI/AAAAAAAAAms/SBfwtrtpp_g/s1600-h/Science+Centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172827107507923122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mS2POFaLI/AAAAAAAAAms/SBfwtrtpp_g/s400/Science+Centre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10173737-5158037208722368273?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5158037208722368273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5158037208722368273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5158037208722368273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5158037208722368273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mS2POFaLI/AAAAAAAAAms/SBfwtrtpp_g/s72-c/Science+Centre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4693849599926373883</id><published>2008-03-01T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:36.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.Co Donuts R Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172821867647821906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mOFPOFaFI/AAAAAAAAAl8/s_h4YKBKJl8/s400/TKPS+toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning i was at Tanjong Katong Primary School to conduct a facilitation for Project StarFish2! Overseas CIP to Batam next week. so basically i was there with Sumitha and Akhila and we taught and shared the experience we had with kids, our should i say intellectual bright and inquisitive young minds! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172822314324420722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mOfPOFaHI/AAAAAAAAAmM/J7LrYUQZWDo/s400/TKPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're so well-informed about copyright that they produced a fractured fairytale skit! so impressive indeed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, im just happy to be having mini-practicums( i actually go to a school that i am attached to teach) along the way so that i can exercise new pedagogies or classroom management practices to test them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, practicum is FAR more important than theories that are shove down our throats in NIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoos, i was complaining about the blunder i made where i indicated semester 2 instead of 1 for my student exchange programme.. but hey.. things happened for a reason i guess.. i mean now, im in the planning committee for SLC where we're gonna make MAJOR changes and revamp the concept of our club. so i'll have till the end of this year to work on that! and trust me, we're starting from scratch! But I have this feeling that this will work.. cuz.. I thought of it! *heez* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.. yes.. i'll be leaving for University of Queensland in January till June next year.. so i'm starting to save up from now! woohoo... since it's still far away.. things might happened along the way.. so im just keeping my fingers crossed! anyways, i can always save the money for my Suzuki Swift! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.....was trying to rush through assignments.. had writers BLOCK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone: ring... ring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: wad? you're outside my house? NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart: awwww.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my tastebuds: Arrgghhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my salivary glands: Secreting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all cuz of : J.Co Donuts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172822945684613250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mPD_OFaII/AAAAAAAAAmU/amdyQ5QCWoI/s400/DSC00520.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Boyfriend was so sweet to drop by for just 5 minutes to deliver my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alltimefavouriteultimate J.Co Donuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just coz i gotta be stuck at home doing ASSignments on a SATURDAY!! bleah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, Thanks eh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm.. before i left for KL, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i remember makin The Girlfriend Lenny one happy Goober when she text me she needed to talk and i happened to be in City Hall before heading to NIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172816859715954754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mJhvOFaEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/t-u30rvmkWQ/s400/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172815515391191074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mITfOFaCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/pZPiwjyYVFg/s400/tiramissu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To quote from hers frankly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Nothing can make me upset now, cuz i got my J.Co Donuts! Oh my Tira Miss U!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear J.Co, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for finally anchoring in Singapore cuz i have been travelling ALL the way to Batam just for you! Your taste is just like LoVe, it only multiplies when it is divided! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you for making this world a better place for me and those we felt cheated by the taste of edonuts, missydonuts,donut factory, muchy donuts, ananas donuts, dunkin donuts etc etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J.Co DoNutiFic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.. to get my RoyaL Ass Back to WORK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, KL was a blast.. i had no difficulty adapting and yeah.. I realize i am somehow productive when i am at MacD.( their lingo for MacDonalds) so you'll probably catch me there more often at any MacD near you( wait a min.. how many MacD are there in Singapore anyways! seems like there's MacD, there's Civilization!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos from the KL trip need to be taken from Shikeen MOo Moo MoO!! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yup.. for those who's bday i missed or is coming: happy BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 21st birthday Celeste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 21st Birthday Smarty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 21st birthday Farahdiana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 21st Birthday Shikeen Moo MoO MOo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy 7th Birthday afrina! East Coast Chalet next week.. weeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 24th Birthday Kak Shida! East Coast Chalet next week weeeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 27th Birthday Boyfriend, Muhammad Fadly Hamzah! ( next Sat!) So freakin STRESSed!! what can i get you when you've got practically everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wait.. did i miss anyone out? hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. really gotta go back to work now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;update again soon i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4693849599926373883?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4693849599926373883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4693849599926373883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4693849599926373883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4693849599926373883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/jco-donuts-r-love.html' title='J.Co Donuts R Love'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R8mOFPOFaFI/AAAAAAAAAl8/s_h4YKBKJl8/s72-c/TKPS+toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3668208687320454922</id><published>2008-02-16T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:36.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends..</title><content type='html'>had a double movie with the Boyfriend yesterday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s262.photobucket.com/albums/ii120/sloanishappy_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=juno.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s46.photobucket.com/albums/f113/katykay18/?action=view&amp;amp;current=juno.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Juno" src="http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f113/katykay18/juno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we went to watch Juno at Marina Square.. apparently the 4 and a Half outta 5 rating was too good to be true to give it a miss.. so yeah.. trust me.. i'd give it a perfect high 5! it was really a nice movie.. Ellen Page who plays Juno was just so grunge and quirky..  low budget, no special effect, just plain potrayal of reality that gives us a whole new perspective in terms of teenage pregnancy,abortion, adoption, compatability and of coz about staying in love. it redefines love at various level and context! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a walk at East Coast with his best friend.. he decided to take a super long bus ride and surprised me... Ahaha.. taadaa we were at the Omni Theatre! :) my first experience EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167814515185808434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7fD69rB9DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2F4Fz-x0OVc/s400/7687_367_HrrcnBy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. it was a freaking BIG screen i must say.. I was basically immersed into the movie as if i experienced Katrina myself! and it was very informative indeed. I was just fascinated by the environmental facts and figures. i was intrigued by the Boyfriend to have shown interest in such things such that he skips plastic bags when we did some groceries shopping a few days back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. he'll be leavin tomorrow, 18th.. my twin erna will be leavin on 19th.. I'll be leavin on 21st! haha.. oh yes.. this is the Basket of Joy that i filled in my room as he passed me some stuff before he leaves! lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167815928230048834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7fFNNrB9EI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Xmf7sz9QbHA/s400/With+Love(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh... this is random..I LOVE Nicola's 8GB ipod... It's BIMBOTICALLY PINKKKkkk!!!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167817998404285522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7fHFtrB9FI/AAAAAAAAAlc/650ImeGbV1c/s400/nano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok.. this looks like a Whisper Commercial! Dammit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically it's another stay home lazy sunday where Little Miss Busy just gets her Royal Ass to do her ASSignments! besides, she's freakin broke now! Apparently, She's just Rich in cheesy trans fat and chocolate cocoa ! Bleah.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3668208687320454922?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3668208687320454922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3668208687320454922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3668208687320454922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3668208687320454922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekends.html' title='weekends..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7fD69rB9DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2F4Fz-x0OVc/s72-c/7687_367_HrrcnBy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3346477355268002212</id><published>2008-02-16T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:38.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Saint Valentin</title><content type='html'>After a uber long hiatus...&lt;br /&gt;a well-deserved entry.. but before that i shall describe today's Sweet Valentines :)&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i didnt get any flowers nor chocolates.. neither did we feed our dollar and cents to Hallmark nor Precious Thoughts nor Kalms. Who said we outta follow the norm and convention right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167802579471692706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e5ENrB86I/AAAAAAAAAjo/WdQ0pGDDwRQ/s400/WebCam_20080204_1436(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt;i surprised him wif this book that he was reading almost 1/8 done while i was doing some work at the National Library! and yes.. printed out this photo as a bookmark as well.. That outta keep him company while he will be in Bali for his surfing competition on the 18th to the 22nd!&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. we just spend the time taking a walk around orchard.. City Hall.. Suntec.. Does it even matter?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167808678325253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e-nNrB9BI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IuMF0i-9fVE/s400/la.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I love you when you're loving me Sometimes it's better when it's publicly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not ashamed, I don't care who sees Us hugging &amp;amp; kissing our love exhibition all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we keep up on this fooling around We'll be the talk of the town I'll tell the world I'm in love anytime Let's open up the blinds 'cause we really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care about the propriety Lets break the rules and ignore society&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our neighbors like to spy, it's true So what if they watch when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's go to the park I wanna kiss you underneath the stars Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167801716183266194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e4R9rB85I/AAAAAAAAAjg/n38z9z_Rs1s/s400/boyfriend+%26+Girlfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xox well.. they say they do it better in French so.. here goes.. xox &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cheri Fadly,&lt;br /&gt;Tu es ma joie de vivre! Vous êtes mon soulmate. Je veux passer la reste de ma vie avec vous.Je t'aime de tout mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;Tendres baisers&lt;br /&gt;Liya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;XoxoxoxoxoxoXOXoxoxoxXOxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxXOxoxoxOoxoxXOoxoooxoXoxooxooxXo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804993243313122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e7QtrB8-I/AAAAAAAAAkI/izbWytTQl-I/s400/Wif+Moo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was taken on Chinese New Year after work where my bestie of 16 years met the boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;and believe me.i felt left out when they started to talk about their neighbourhood and obama &amp;amp; hillary over at Pasta Fresca @ Terminal 2! i was in my polka dotty bimbo dress.. maybe dat's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes.. it isnt any better coz i'll be leaving for KL on the 21st night with my Moo2 Bestie Shikeen on the 21st Night! yipee.. whoopiee.. like FINALLY KL.. been doin so much travellin but never to KL.. ironic.. ironic... lol.. anyway.. i am there to attend a wedding so i made the necessary arrangement to change the timeslot for my friday tutorial!! Nic, im not skipping class hor!!!! I'll only be back on 24th night which means ill be missing smarty Pants 21st at The Chevrons! awww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804013990769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e6XtrB87I/AAAAAAAAAjw/aVTvrEGXHfg/s400/Memoirs046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; anyhoos, wad else eh. oh yeah.. i still met my sweet twinie Erna for Valentines! A promise is still a promise! wahaha. . . we were not in the mood for FOOD, food so.. yeah.. we went to have Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804653940896722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e689rB89I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Rigkw3XNmrI/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167804297458611138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e6oNrB88I/AAAAAAAAAj4/PEv3qXROolE/s400/Memoirs057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She got SURFED by me n my boyfriend when she got herself this top.. hahaahaa.. she spoke to the boyfriend only to found out what kinda sweetheart he can be.. before hanging up he told her to hug, kiss and say that "You're Beautiful!" to me! *melts like chocolate chip cookie dough on Sahara* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167809425649562658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e_StrB9CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8Sg48_InPP4/s400/Val+Erna+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;erna will be leaving for Aussie on the 19th Feb!! Im gonna miss u many many many!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3346477355268002212?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3346477355268002212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3346477355268002212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3346477355268002212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3346477355268002212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-saint-valentin.html' title='La Saint Valentin'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7e5ENrB86I/AAAAAAAAAjo/WdQ0pGDDwRQ/s72-c/WebCam_20080204_1436(1).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8873903951371709573</id><published>2008-02-14T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:39.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Love Actually?</title><content type='html'>So what's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love actually ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my answer to this one has to be: it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fadly Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterall... if love isnt a game, why are they so many players?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's start with the fact that he is so amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup, that's a fact not an opinion driven by emotions or whatsoever people in love are blessed or perhaps "blessed" with! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actions speak louder than words. No doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have not only known him from my own eyes and understand him from my own ears but Ive learnt about him through his family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont give a chronological order of how we've been seeing each other, falling in love and now.. staying in love on top of being just so in love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes.. yes... let's clear the air first and foremost, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ironic that he is Malay simply because my religious blog readers would have scornfully pick on me for eating my own words. But the thing is.. All i needed was for one man to prove to me that all men are not the same. And yes. he left me speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all began on friendster when he viewed me on random through my cousin, Dan. Their common link Skimming and Surfin at Sunset in Sentosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166903896219710098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SHt9rB8pI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MyY08gZeqQI/s320/CIMG6049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was this very photo that was the bait for me to meet the man who was worth the wait! He was fascinated by the mountains at the background and yeah.. he left me a comment and later we started messaging and yeah.. you know.. It became Our common link now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166904733738332834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SIetrB8qI/AAAAAAAAAho/T-ULBe_Gnf4/s400/mini-DSC_4230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my favourite cousin and my favourite boy at my favourite Starbucks sipping to my favourite Machiatto with Extra Caramel and Oreo Cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How random he is just makes me go crazy crazy! the fact that he lives his life with the impromptu and que sera sera attitude just makes me Livin La Vida Loca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this one.. we were out with his friends.. and we were planning to catch 27 Dresses. But guess what we ended up doing.. we all went swimming and in this picture below. is me in an attire that is totally not what i came out of the house with. from the slippers, to the borrowed fbt shorts &amp;amp; swim wear, and the bag that he also randomly got me that day. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166911502606791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SOotrB8rI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jzpn1SKGZ7M/s320/Sunday+Im+in+Love+(37).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.. also the fact that when i look at him i dont just see my best friend &amp;amp; my boyfriend.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rather i see 2 very important things that i look out in a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Myself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166913843363967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SQw9rB8tI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oGWebHvUcUk/s400/CNY+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My Future&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166912932830900930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SP79rB8sI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fxvHTF4x7Ig/s400/Ikea++(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Somehow, I feel that these two pictures above are self-explanatory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166917721719436002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SUStrB8uI/AAAAAAAAAiI/01xmOPnaC8U/s400/mini-DSC_4052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It was the same feeling the surfer had before sunrise on those glorious mornings in Southern California when the 12 foot wave were breaking.You couldnt quite explain it. It was a feeling of exhilaration and fear-riding a wave but knowing you could wipe out at any moment and get suckedinto the powerful vortex. You might pop back up or you might never come out from under."&lt;/em&gt; - Fadly Hamzah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10173737-8873903951371709573?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8873903951371709573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8873903951371709573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8873903951371709573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8873903951371709573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-love-actually.html' title='What&apos;s Love Actually?'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R7SHt9rB8pI/AAAAAAAAAhg/MyY08gZeqQI/s72-c/CIMG6049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7448175504740554059</id><published>2008-02-13T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:20:16.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late to apologize</title><content type='html'>it's 13 february 2008.&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought it was gonna be another passing day.. i recalled that it was supposed to be my 3rd year anniversary with the ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s174.photobucket.com/albums/w118/CaliPartywhore/?action=view&amp;amp;current=exboyfriend.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ex boyfriend resized" src="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w118/CaliPartywhore/exboyfriend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex gave me a reason why i dont do relationships.&lt;br /&gt;The ex who made me have issues with trust.&lt;br /&gt;The ex who made me not believe.&lt;br /&gt;The ex who made me claim that all guys are jerks.&lt;br /&gt;The ex who made me stay locked up in my room for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;The ex who made my mum cry cuz she cant bear to see me in that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you just appeared out of no where.. and text me. apologizing for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i react this way?&lt;br /&gt;After 1 year of silence, you decide to finally pluck up the courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/Michelle-Q/?action=view&amp;amp;current=x-bf.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ex boyfriend" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p295/Michelle-Q/x-bf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!It's too late to apologize!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, thanks eh. if u werent being an ass.. I wouldnt have had the chance to meet the man who called &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mr Right&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Muhammad Fadly Bin Hamzah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. it's about time I update this dust-collecting bloggie!&lt;br /&gt;in the next entry then! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7448175504740554059?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7448175504740554059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7448175504740554059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7448175504740554059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7448175504740554059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-too-late-to-apologize.html' title='It&apos;s too late to apologize'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4845875403990026650</id><published>2008-01-31T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:19:29.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Description from a Perfect Stranger</title><content type='html'>it was random..&lt;br /&gt;when has it been not..&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;u are sitting down in this loft house&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a red velvet sofa&lt;br /&gt;holding a red mug of caramel machiato &lt;br /&gt;steaming from the mug &lt;br /&gt;straight to ur nose&lt;br /&gt;savouring the sweet aroma of the finest arabican beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then said:&lt;br /&gt;in the background&lt;br /&gt;acid jazz is playing softly&lt;br /&gt;think about norah jones or diana krall&lt;br /&gt;and u are sitting exactly infront of the grand central park&lt;br /&gt;and its raining&lt;br /&gt;and u are sitting there&lt;br /&gt;just watching the city goes by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nur Liyana Saine gawked in awe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to say:&lt;br /&gt;smog rising up&lt;br /&gt;the pitter patter of rain on the steel rooftop&lt;br /&gt;people rushing by with overcoats and umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;as u feast on  the biscotti and coffe that u have in front of u&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;br /&gt;do u like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. what can i say?... Better than sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he saves his RA(Royal Ass) by saying:&lt;br /&gt;dont bring ur guard down too early darling&lt;br /&gt;its too dangerous&lt;br /&gt;ur only defence is ur tough dont bitch with me facade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few comments later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAID:&lt;br /&gt;dun push ur luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;hostility&lt;br /&gt;nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts: Serendipity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4845875403990026650?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4845875403990026650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4845875403990026650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4845875403990026650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4845875403990026650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/description-from-perfect-stranger.html' title='Description from a Perfect Stranger'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8010817294947847349</id><published>2008-01-27T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T03:43:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A self-confessed reflection of a modern Muslim girl part 1</title><content type='html'>my room door slams shut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to call a friend for a listening ear..&lt;br /&gt;but somehow.. words just couldnt come out..&lt;br /&gt;yes.. it's hard to believe for someone like me not to talk through things easily.. &lt;br /&gt;but that was exactly what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do i begin. how do i even begin..it's about me, my dad and religion.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that i haven been a good Muslim and that I have been so distant from the practices of Islam.. &lt;br /&gt;My Dad.. he isnt such a super pious man either.. but then again.. who am i to conclude such a thing.. but for those who've met my dad and have a word or two would have known how a conversationalist he can be. &lt;br /&gt;Im very much in a state of distraught. My dad was commenting on my recent dressing sense and choices of eating out. He elaborated that he's been advising and preaching people around, like his foreign workers to remember God and the 5 pillars of Islam etc.. and they are questioning my dad. &lt;br /&gt;" Sir, you say such things but yet your daughter dresses like that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said he was so ashamed to say anything. He feels that I am going to be a teacher, yes not a Malay Teacher but a Muslim Teacher who acts as a role model for students and yet i behave and dress like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just retort back promptly, " At least you see me like this when i leave the house, and i come back the same. I mean my friends in front of their parents they wear the tudung...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you comparing yourself to others? You said yourself never to compare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why cant you stop preachin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrggggggghhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just feeling so crappy right now.. But before i let my emotions and thoughts pour out, i just wanna apologize if i unintentionally offend anyone and whatever i say is purely general and random. No personal attacks or whatsoever to anyone in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it what's with wearing tudung as a temporary solution to pacify parents and in such extreme case to impress a Mat/malay guy. I feel that it should come naturally and worn when one is really ready. In fact, there should never arise this case of when one is ready actually since the tudung should have been worn when a girl is still a toddler. Wearing of the tudung is not a fashion statement. I simply dun see the logic of wearing it infront of one's parents and remove it later to find piercings, dyed hair, and a foul-mouthed minah/a general stereotype of disgrace to a malay/muslim community. I used to respect and look up to girls in tudung who can carry themselves well despite the temptations of wearing a pretty halter mini-dress and showing off her crowning glory. But sadly somehow,i end up doubting as wearing of a tudung does not automatically means that she is good and pious like it used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna coax me into wearing tudung, please dont end up not wearing it later. been there, done that. enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i slammed the door, my dad did remind me to think about what he just said.. My mum is a seamstress and he dont want to start to hear people saying that i have a mother who can sew to have her daughter walking around with not enough cloth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i am even doubting myself about all the issues that make me a muslim and not. Have i totally gone so far that i forgot where i am coming from?&lt;br /&gt;Do i need to be grounded back to my roots again?&lt;br /&gt;Now that this incident HIT me, do i have to change my lifestyle and options? Even if do, for how long?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really not easy being a Malay girl.&lt;br /&gt;It's even harder to be a Muslim girl where society will just pick on whatever you do, say and even wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8010817294947847349?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8010817294947847349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8010817294947847349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8010817294947847349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8010817294947847349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/self-confessed-reflection-of-modern.html' title='A self-confessed reflection of a modern Muslim girl part 1'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7389682947366426526</id><published>2008-01-22T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:39.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually.</title><content type='html'>What can i say.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been engaged in a couple of interesting and intelligent conversations these past few days.. with Mr Crazy, Mr Shrewd, Mr Amusing, Mr guess-my-age-again,... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realize that the phrase "All guys are the same" can actually hurt.&lt;br /&gt;where due to this line, we actually go what-fark-ever and do not even bother to filter  genuinely sincere fellas out there..(if any)..&lt;br /&gt;i mean they can tell you this and that.. but yeah.. sincerity is felt not said/told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's like girls, like myself, tend to go "yeah.. another insensitive bus3rd" when we are behaving like another contradicting female dog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing all different stories.. listening and understanding where they're coming from to make them have such a perspective and point of view certainly have made me sparked a milieu of interest and thoughts about this male species and given me some food for thought( yes 5ruz i love to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we should just screw the whole men are from Mars and women are from Venus cuz now the only constant is change. Everything and Everyone keep changing so as to adapt, live and survive. Or when it comes to relationship- to not get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;So men and women are from earth(which is the reality!.. DUH)So, Live with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As women demand rights, we have freedom of choice and with choice comes the fickle indecisive nature when options are available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, im guilty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R5ZXPU_IobI/AAAAAAAAAfA/95ukzTaKJLc/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R5ZXPU_IobI/AAAAAAAAAfA/95ukzTaKJLc/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158406344042652082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the game of love,&lt;br /&gt;We're only human..&lt;br /&gt;we always tend to forget that somehow,&lt;br /&gt;dont you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, let me learn the rules in this game first.&lt;br /&gt;At least when i know the rules, that's half the battle/game won. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R5ZamE_IocI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8oD26MfVwuo/s1600-h/CIMG0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R5ZamE_IocI/AAAAAAAAAfI/8oD26MfVwuo/s200/CIMG0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158410033419559362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7389682947366426526?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7389682947366426526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7389682947366426526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7389682947366426526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7389682947366426526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-actually.html' title='Love Actually.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R5ZXPU_IobI/AAAAAAAAAfA/95ukzTaKJLc/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5102562063771954153</id><published>2008-01-10T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:40.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bday surprise.. like finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4b0CE_In_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/b2XE5z7rGIY/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4b0CE_In_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/b2XE5z7rGIY/s400/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154075140107575282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th of jan would probably be my belated birthday celebration ever! Lil Miss Busy had to meet her smarty.. like finally after months to get her birthday prezzie which she just leap and flip off her chair when she saw what her dearie smarty got her! &lt;br /&gt;- a portrait drawing of the heir, herself- lynnalicious!( &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of me la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4byRE_In8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ayylX5SWovk/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4byRE_In8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/ayylX5SWovk/s400/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154073198782357442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a letter written on the 26th November 2007!&lt;br /&gt;- a make-up case/pencilcase from SMIRK! which is like RED and pretty and yes.. So ME!!.. lol.. loads of people r getting me red things! hehe.. yup.. the blondie colour. &lt;br /&gt;- a pretty hp pendent dat u attach to ur hp( matches the red case)&lt;br /&gt;- and yes..... what i've always wanted.. a lil TIARA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just so happened that in the evening i met a friend C. and guess wad.. although he was LATE, C turned up with a rose n ferraro roche. the thought of it is so sweet.. but.. i guess im the kinda girl who really likes to break from the conventions and tradition.. like something different.. something practical.. something ME! i mean i'd smile from ear to ear when Mr Nice Guy buys me cheezels.. which he did yesterday! lol.. anyway.. mr nice guy is now my sister. yeah.. i mean havent we had enough hearing about a guy and a girl saying that they're brother &amp; sister like relationship when truth is.. somehow, it's either he likes her or she likes him.. or just waiting to make a move! LOL. anyway, mr nice guy got happily attached in India, no.. not with an Indian but some lucky gal in the group too! :) so i repeat.. he is my sister. i can never see him anymore than that!. n wad i realize is.. when guys get bitchy... they're good!so from now on his Kelly to me! n yes.. kelly vandalize my lappie with a smiley n the word SISTER!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;silly kelly.. oh ya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly: oh my god. did i just say that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes u did Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Kelly:hanging out with u ah.. u're rubbing off your blonde-ness to me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: :P.. *stuffs his.. i mean her.. mouth with cheezels! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, still.. i think its nice of him. i mean that was the first time we met so duh he does the conventional. :)i dragged him to Gelare cuz it was TGIT. Thank God it's Tuesday! Half price for Waffles!! woohooo!! but the q was just soo long but it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4byzk_In9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/k9Nwp9jB9rA/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4byzk_In9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/k9Nwp9jB9rA/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154073791487844306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush off immediately cuz i'd have a morning class the very next day so he asked me to choose a cake. i had no fcuking idea it was for me, so id pick the chocolate overload ice cream cake.. and the next thing i know it was packed for me and ready to go.. GOSH!thanks man.. really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4bzT0_In-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/AHBQ55L1K4I/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4bzT0_In-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/AHBQ55L1K4I/s400/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154074345538625506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. wad else happened.. oh yeah.. my thumb.. it's NAIL-LESS.. &lt;br /&gt;it also spells D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G!&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. there's this malay proverb, &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;seperti isi dengan kuku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which means like flesh and nail- n is used to describe the close bond between two people. Trust me. it's inseparatable. it's freakin OUCH can? i freaked so many people out- even the pharmacist at guardian gave that squirmish fear factor look when she saw my thumbnail detached at about 75% from my thumb. Gawddd... it was really really painful but nice 5ruz actually called his nurse bestie to ask what to do and all.. thanks yeah! trust me it REALLY HURTS. i mean to all those EMO kids out there who r like wrist slashing with those emo thinking that their emotional pain is nothing compared to physical pain , well.. here's a challenge to u.. try ripping off your nail from the flesh. hah. nanny nanny poo poo.. HAH! grrrr... &lt;br /&gt;i shall not say more nor will i post any pics of it to prevent u from puking! yes.. u can thank me later! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-5102562063771954153?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5102562063771954153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5102562063771954153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5102562063771954153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5102562063771954153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-bday-surprise-like-finally.html' title='my bday surprise.. like finally'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4b0CE_In_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/b2XE5z7rGIY/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-2758076825129553712</id><published>2008-01-07T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:40.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day at School!</title><content type='html'>gosh.. 7th jan.. 1st day of school.. the fact that i was mistaken for a SP student made me feel good! lol.. yipee.. im still a young punk! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with everyone was so nice.. i mean after so damn long! the usual was like&lt;br /&gt;" how's India?" &lt;br /&gt;all i need to do was show my thumbs up to say it was good but end up my little poor thumb got all the attention it needed to create news headline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lecturer's r so fcuking boring and monotonous. im dead serious just as how dead the lectures were today! i resort to entertaining myself.. like .. playing with RY's croissant pen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4Ji-k_In6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/w1oPdzKLnmM/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4Ji-k_In6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/w1oPdzKLnmM/s400/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152789750885162914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like being a complete vulgar and unreasonable angsty teenager right of now. at this spur of the moment since ive been trying to complete my reflection for GESL for the umpteenth time but things kept coming my way can?&lt;br /&gt;and i just realize that i was deleted on friendster by a new/old friend of mine and i bet he deleted or blocked me on MSN as well.. or maybe there wasnt any friend request to begin with! WTF. oh well.. i can might as well regard it as he's gone with the wind. i mean i really didnt know what i did wrong. the least was offer me an explanation! as a friend, really im amused. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;my MSN nick went from Lynnalicious WTF WTF WTF then nice 5ruz calmed me down by telling me that maybe we didnt even add each other.. damn im being impulsive again.. ok. fine. maybe. hehe.. im not mad or pissed or what-so-ever.. just dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;and.. my nick went to Lynnalicious just wanna be unreasonable and vulgar. &lt;br /&gt;and.. suddenly.. i got a super uber long number appearing on mhy handphone screen!&lt;br /&gt;Lendup Sir called me!!! arrgghhhhh.. man.. what a great timing. lil miss F-ed up went all demure n sweet! lol.. there aint anything going on but he's just being as friendly as i am. this is my written definition of "such a pleasant surprise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's my pictorial definition.. more pics tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4Jl10_In7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Q5dccG6hqg8/s1600-h/CIMG0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4Jl10_In7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Q5dccG6hqg8/s400/CIMG0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152792899096190898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. im goinn to be less impulsive..thanks 5ruz.. u make me jackofied.. u klutz! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. on a slightly less blondie note, &lt;br /&gt;at ICT(dun ask me what it stands for cuz i have no idea! it's computer stuff!)  class today, my tutor.. well.. not that im a IT savvy person so whatever technical and computeristic jargons pass me by but what he said about learning and sharing- that certainly GOT me. &lt;br /&gt;He was saying about how Sharing is not Asian. i find that rather straight to the point and well-defined in a nutshell. :) nah.. i aint gonna go to details.&lt;br /&gt;what i will go into details would be the component of "trying" that he shared with us. He observed that when he was teaching IT lessons to adults and children, the adults tend to wait for instructions and enquire all the time however kids would just explore themselves till the screen goes blank! i mean.. the adults keep pressing him for the right way to do it while the kids actually experiment and went through the good ol' trail &amp; error. He feels that he is sad that we tend to grow older( who grows younger!) that "trying" component in us just fades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who said learning always has to come from someone who has tasted the sugar and salt in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take instance, i observe that my baby cousin, when he tried to stand on his two feet, he had to practically grab anything he could reach for so as to even elevate himself and it obviously didnt come in bruise/scar-free. he had to fall, even flat on the face( cuz i still remember the huge bump on his head during Hari Raya which was why he didnt take much photos!) but yet he still tries to stand up. This is metaphoric.I shared this with a friend just yesterday and he cant agree more. so here goes.... Let's bring this to reality where it concerns you and I.. in life, we can fall, not once but many times but we tend to just grumble and resort to the "Why ME?" phase over and over like a hamster on his wheels but just look at the baby where he may not have the capacity to feel and have any emotional/mental pain but even with physical pain, he still tries to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, it doesnt matter how hard or how many times you fall, it's how you get up.&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;Enough Said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-2758076825129553712?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2758076825129553712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=2758076825129553712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2758076825129553712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2758076825129553712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-at-school.html' title='First Day at School!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R4Ji-k_In6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/w1oPdzKLnmM/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7725673549869801374</id><published>2008-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:41.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatherings after gatherings</title><content type='html'>I just got back from town yet AGAIN with the sec sch girlfriends, eileen,lynette,celeste n yvonne. oh well.. the different company each time made it even more interesting. After coming back from India, I've been going out every single day to catch up with friends and family but still I have yet to meet some of them, a good example would be Smarty and my desperate A Level Grads!But i wanna make it a point where i would and MUST stay home tomorrow! gosh school is starting already man.. no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, Ive realized that i have an identity within me especially when i hear " Eh Liyana, That is sooo you!" 1. That refers to something flowery, large prints/motifs and dressy found on fabric as we go shopping. Like the other time  when i turn up in a plain top n jeans i was told that it's so not me! hah. i didnt know that, really! now i know..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;2. how boy-crazy i used to be, dating around, cannot live without a guy by my side image that i have been carrying all this while like so suddenly vanished and took people around me some time to accept! hah. &lt;br /&gt;Being away from home for 1 month in india helped to clear my mind indeed.Ive never seen the silver lining of incidents that happened. Getting over The Break-Up wif Him has opened my eyes to alot of things. like the fact that, i gave loads of time n provided so much excuses to the friends that has been with me all this while despite it all, that goes to show that while i thought that i took him for granted while i was with him, i also didnt cherish the people around me who really cares/cared!So, when i was meeting up with them, i got a little left out at times when they refer to their past gatherings or even topics they talked about. I dun blame them. I frankly have myself to blame cuz i hardly made time to catch up the past few years. bad liyana!   &lt;br /&gt;3. emo person who will just cry over anything even if its not my problem. i admit i still am emotional, but im getting a hang and grip of myself lately. especially after the India trip. they say letting go is never easy especially someone. for example de ex whom i was practically breathing the same air with 24/7 and be so emotionally attached n dependent to.. what's with letting go of something like bein too emotional when i am almost already 3/4 done when i actually let go of de ex. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new image.. of blondie.. haha.. is somehow here to stay. maybe ive had it within me all along but miss lenny had to be the one pointing it out, and yes.. she still does the classic Norton joke when i was being introduced for the 1st time! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES.. what do girls do apart from shopping? we can sit down in a Japanese Dessert Restaurant, order the weird pronoucing icy and creamy dessert and suddenly talk about issues that make you realize how your scope has totally widen. Like financial&lt;br /&gt;stability, how we're contributing back to the family, our career path etc etc.. &lt;br /&gt;I mean I used to think that studying overseas is cool and yeah.. wad a getaway.. but.. really to listen to how much it cost and me being the typical melayu single income family, im glad im in this route that i chose and was fated to me. i had no clue of being a teacher in fact i remembered disclaiming out loud that i never wanna be a teacher, EVER! it was fate and by chance that i realize my passion for teaching and im glad to have found my passion within 2 decades of my life so that i can work on it and pursue and give my fullest. The satisfaction of working on something that you have passion for u is never seen just as a job that pays the bills/rent! I am counting my lucky stars for the crossroad in 2007 took place and took place well. I am also happy for my friends like Celeste who have found her passion for designing which never did occur to her. And after travelling and experience my friend also found out that science wasnt for her after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of letting go of the convention/norm is the most fundamental thing that stops us from exploring everything else so as to find what one's passion truly is. like for me that time, the switch from Science after 6 freakin years of study to English was never imagined. Reason: it wld be such a waste i mean aft 6 years!/ i dont dare to switch now./ Science=intelligent singaporeans. but somehow i let go of it which took sometime to sink in and yes.. i am feelin grateful now. however, letting go may not be just dampen by fear, it may also be by inevitable consequence that will be triggered if such an action were to be taken.Like sacrifice. for eg, not easy when you have people like family being dependent on you already since you've been financially contributing back to family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. here are some pics from Kushinbo buffet taken on friday for Maya gathering. yay! photos from today shall be updated again another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. my craving for choc fondue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-i90_InxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d38nNY4N2C8/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-i90_InxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d38nNY4N2C8/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152015681814306578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! This is my 2nd plate of Prawn Tempura.. MY FAVOURITE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-jjk_InyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_GlzdFgvarc/s1600-h/Kushimbo+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-jjk_InyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/_GlzdFgvarc/s400/Kushimbo+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152016330354368290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooo have a sweet-tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-kJU_InzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jEbrOfGV274/s1600-h/Kushimbo+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-kJU_InzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jEbrOfGV274/s400/Kushimbo+(6).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152016978894430002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. the girls in MAYA at Kushinbo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-kx0_In0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/lFlZZB29cFQ/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-kx0_In0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/lFlZZB29cFQ/s400/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152017674679131970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7725673549869801374?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7725673549869801374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7725673549869801374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7725673549869801374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7725673549869801374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/gatherings-after-gatherings.html' title='Gatherings after gatherings'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3-i90_InxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/d38nNY4N2C8/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7833261173055418973</id><published>2008-01-03T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:27:07.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To me, You are Perfect.</title><content type='html'>damn. im feelin EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling my close friends this when they tried to console me on my cold &amp;amp; lonely nights, or maybe i was actually talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows somewhere out there.. someone is feeling this way too.. just like me. And wishing for me too. Cuz im here totally emotionally drained and i think he'd deserve me as much as i deserve him. When i finally do meet this Him, i will KNOCK and NUDGE his head like a puppy! and ask him "What took you so long!?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as i rattled on the fact that i'll never end up with a Malay guy cuz no Malay guy can ever handle me and all that i dont believe in a marriage cuz the love dies after marriage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believed he IS out there somewhere.. and the reason why he is taking so long is probably cuz.. he wants me to learn to appreciate and for him to learn to experience before we meet, and then we will get to have that promising BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna answer anybody's question if they were to ask, at which age will u get married.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i will only get married if and only if he is that guy who has been wishing for me as much as i have been wishing for him cuz marriage is so sacred to me and that does not come with any specific age or what-so-ever.Everyone has their own love story and trust me, only i will know if he's been wishing for me cuz dat's my love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is true.. i aint gonna rush.. what's the point when it's already meant to be. He cant runaway and i cant hide.&lt;br /&gt;finally..&lt;br /&gt;Someone who shares my sentiments, who believes that&lt;br /&gt;life is not made by milestones but moments.&lt;br /&gt;it's not how hard you fall, but how you picked yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;when there's no difficulty, there's no learning.&lt;br /&gt;no contribution is too small to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can actually appreciate songs for their complementing lyrics that expresses the feelings at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can actually extract out learning points from a movie, even an animated cartoon! or a chic flick and relate it to everyday life like I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who wont promise me the world, but we'd just to be there for each other always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who dont need to constantly tell me dat he loves me cuz i can just see right through him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I can grow old with but yet still feel like a young, carefree rebellious angst teenager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stand by me and defend me despite anything else because he know i will do too for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who believes in an Us as much as he believes in himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa..&lt;br /&gt;Even if i were to meet him and things dont work out, I will still have no regrets meeting him because at least i know he exists/existed and it wasnt an unrealistic dream and fantasy after all.&lt;br /&gt;View this video from LoveActually and you will know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Keira plays Juliet who is already married but Mark decided to pay her a visit on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2T5yfgsZ0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2T5yfgsZ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I swear i cant believe this entry!&lt;br /&gt;I am not in desperate need of a boyfriend or dying to be in a relationship. Hell No.&lt;br /&gt;Just that Im beginning to start to know what I am looking out for in a relationship cuz i realize all this while ive been just falling but not falling in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till again!&lt;br /&gt;p.s: no more emo entry in a long long time.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7833261173055418973?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7833261173055418973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7833261173055418973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7833261173055418973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7833261173055418973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-me-you-are-perfect.html' title='To me, You are Perfect.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7152256428855455801</id><published>2008-01-02T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:43.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.. a new skin for 2008!</title><content type='html'>ok.. finally a new skin.. i love the quote but i have no idea who Sylvia Plath is! i bet you dont too! but hey.. we meet new people.. EVERYDAY! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok here goes.. the 3 day late new year resolution cum how i celebrated my new year report.. just like how 731263717381 people have blogged about 3 days ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, right.. technically, 1st was a public holiday and usually things take 3 working days.. so.. Hey, Im right on Target! Lol.. dammit.. im already starting to crap already!&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost 31st Dec 2007 when i actually wrote my resolution in my diary in NEL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Year Resolution 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Breakfast like a Queen, Lunch like a Princess and Dinner like a Pauper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. People judge/remember you through actions and not intentions, Thus Be Less Impulsive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAUSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A random man in the train LIKE literally halted my TRAIN of thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O'Wise Man: Sorry, Dont mean to interrupt. But how about writing straight? *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *dazed* huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O'Wise Man: I mean your new year resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:*mouth forms a perfect O* Ohhh.. Noted. *weak smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AFTER 20 SECS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O'Wise Man: You Local?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: err.. yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O'Wise Man: Just my 2 cents worth, when writing your resolution, dont think all about the future. Think about all that you've been through in the past, acknowledge them, then work on it. That's what resolution are all about if you ask me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *smiles* Yeah.. I am working on it alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes cant help but linger to his fingers just as to prove this burning thought raging in my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUP. The Appeal of the Married MAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAmMit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's to you O'Wise Man. Based on the emotional rollercoaster ride of 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Every action has a reaction. And hitting the panic button and exaggeration to the extent like the world is crumbling down just gotta go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Whining, Self-Pity and Pretence are not and never will be options after the series of unfortunate events that occured in 07! Some things you just gotta let go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Thinking of alternatives are W-A-Y better then worrying my R.A( Royal Ass) off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Make Time, Not Excuses.My priorities should be of priority. like Duh-Uh! But Seriously, it aint easy most of the times. Think about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Dont cry and question uninvited person/people/incident. Instead smile because it happened and i have learnt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as of now.. dat's it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here's how i celebrated my minutes to 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;randomLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up wif long lost friend. had a nice night view along Balmoral.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met up with lenny n her friend faizal, the tall skinny Brazilian at coffee bean in bishan for a game of uno!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151166347736555170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yegE_InqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IbHtL2mnZMk/s400/lazy+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper with lenny at Yishun. We decided to go back to her place n dress down when everyone DRESSED UP and To KILL. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151167223909883570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yfTE_InrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zgoEx5OCbWk/s400/CIMG6210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We changed into tank top n shorts! lol.. it was sooo funny!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den we head to Yishun dam for a game of TaiTee n simply lie on the mat(no, not the malay guy!) doing.. what we do best.. NOTHING! left at 4 and back at home, i mean her nice cozy green room! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd JAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally met my moo2 bestie Shikeen after like soo UBER LONG!! but she had to work so i sent her to her workplace: Terminal 2 Changi Airport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151164711354015362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3ydA0_InoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Ibpy76LZhYU/s400/shikeen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151169650566405842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yhgU_IntI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/e8i553Z2kXI/s400/LOVE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goodness.. my bestie wearing make up!! hahaha.. in court shoes and black stockings! the sight was just priceless shikeen!! lol.. she was also telling me about how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;random and impromptu&lt;/span&gt; her new year countdown was! well. babes.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that's how life should be i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes.. why didnt u tell me that u can get 30% discount at M.A.C !! arrggghhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least now i know i can get 30% of Chanel and 50% off from Body Shop from my other contacts! woohoo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe..this is to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;17 years of friendship&lt;/span&gt;! She's KNOWN me ALL MY LIFE! HOW CAN i not love her! MUACKKSss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151170290516532962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yiFk_InuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uJJVYYFwzFU/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151168409320857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3ygYE_InsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TJQsjz7z-54/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my M.A.S: Make-Up Artist Suhairi After dat.. muahaha.. went MAC Shopping and checked out Bobbi Brown! lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151165398548782738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3ydo0_InpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iuoeSbvCaxk/s400/bf+n+aft.JPG" width="440" border="0" /&gt;and he dolled me up!! awww.. its amazing what make up does for you!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. we went into DFS and acted like REALLY spoilt BRATS! went to Fendi, Prada, Marc Jacobs, Gucci, Dior.. WHoa.. i really look like a million bucks in this shades by COACH. but the price of the shades.. $481 was such a turn off can? if only i could snap a photo of that million dollar look! oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the two things which i tawt i buying but.. dammit i spent on make-up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Denim Minis from F Women! it's like less than 25 bucks can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151170762962935538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yihE_InvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4-P_5h2EHD8/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. presenting.. The MNG Blazer! It's going for only $87!! goshhhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151171089380450050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yi0E_InwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/LQd2DJcSL3Y/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7152256428855455801?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7152256428855455801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7152256428855455801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7152256428855455801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7152256428855455801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-new-skin-for-2008.html' title='Finally.. a new skin for 2008!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3yegE_InqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IbHtL2mnZMk/s72-c/lazy+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-9014837432491847600</id><published>2007-12-30T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T11:36:18.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelude</title><content type='html'>It's 2am .. no the rain is not falling( Not a Trademark- Only Love prelude!)&lt;br /&gt;It's 31st December- Finally the last day of 2007, and yes- Happy Birthday Shah.. the whole world is celebrating with you cuz they so want this day to end!!! haha.. thou shall not be evil!&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos... i just got off the phone...&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! talking to a blast from the past can? im like so sexcited now laaaa.... By random, he viewed me on friendster but i was away in india so yeah.. i somehow felt that he was my long i mean UBER long lost friend i had.. so i sent him a SMILE! I figured that he couldnt recognize me dat's why.. but hey!! It's such a GREAT feeling.. orgasmic i must say!(not literally him, but just the idea alright... or at least so far... hahaha!) 2001 was the last time i spoke to him so that explains right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ᗹ nas :: version 21.09 ᗹ CycloneStudios ᗹ King Kat :: rul ᗹ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha happy lynn at 3am&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious says:&lt;br /&gt;just so excited to be in contact wif a fren i lost contact wif aft 7 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we both happened to have no plans.. ( this spells I-M-P-R-O-M-P-T-U)&lt;br /&gt;So what better ways to spend the Countdown? But to catch up with a Blast From The Past!!&lt;br /&gt;*butterflies in my stomach!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the reason why i have not updated since i landed in Sg was cuz there was so much to blog that i didnt know where to begin at the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;So Much Happened,&lt;br /&gt;So Much Didnt Happen..&lt;br /&gt;So Little Time to really sit down and reflect just yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the 1 month away from home was certainly a good KitKat( sorry had 1, too many in India!)&lt;br /&gt;The doubts and questions i had in my head.. was somewhat cleared... literally and subconciously.. I guess girls do spill it all but there are certain things that no words can describe and i'd keep it to myself kinda stuff and this is one of those stuff. Ive definitely came back clearer and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i so have 128947476373712974836737911 million photos to upload and things to share but i really am sleepy now..&lt;br /&gt;it's like 3.24am can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. what am i gonna wear tomoro!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;3rd Jan- Daddy's Bday of which i bought him a Nokia 3110 this afternoon already.. :)&lt;br /&gt;                Goin out with Nas, d SugarD.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;5th Jan- Meeting my sec sch girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;7th jan- Sch Starts n my timetable SUX! well.. aint timetable made to make us grumble at any way it is scheduled for.. it will always be the talk n complain of everyone anyways.. so.. yeah.. what-fcuk-ever! hah!&lt;br /&gt;one of the weekends b4 20th jan to meet up with my desperate A level grads!!&lt;br /&gt;20th Jan- Mairah's 21st Bday- I wont Miss this For anything!&lt;br /&gt;I need to Meet MY SMARTY, MY TALL SIS LENNY &amp;amp; MY BESTIE MOO2 SHIKEEN &amp;amp; MY CUZZINS!! and everyone who have added colours to my LIFE! that includes you, for reading my bloggie... sorry.. i cant think of all the names now cuz it's 3.33am in the morning! so PArdon Me!&lt;br /&gt;gosh i miss every1 so so much!!&lt;br /&gt;there's SO SO much catching up to do cannn???&lt;br /&gt;most of my photos taken in the 1 mth r in my friend's lappie so.. i'll try to grAB hold soon for uploading yeahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now..&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;take this as a prelude to my 2008 entry which have not even began! will write it tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-9014837432491847600?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9014837432491847600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=9014837432491847600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/9014837432491847600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/9014837432491847600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/prelude.html' title='prelude'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-2694366459453906088</id><published>2007-11-28T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:44.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final entry b4 a super long break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This marks my last entry before i set foot to the borders of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably, i'll be making a few random phone calls later to say hello.. n trust me i mean random, just as to scroll through my phone book, take one breath and stop at the number when my face turn blue and press "call". Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137906358205022402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02CnGoIAMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7uneaLk3H6I/s400/CIMG0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. sent my advanced party on the 23rd. and now.. it's my turn to lead the rest of my team. Having so much of mixed emotions now.. Especially when i had to make decisions, already i am so fickle but these past few days when i cant just dial Mr Nice Guy's no. for him to appease that 2nd voice in my mind, ive made sound and rational decisions for the benefit of the 21 other people and not just myself! and adding to that is an effin excrutiating pain im feeling thanks to the o WISE one.. the tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, slept over at Hapitto's last night. i think i shall make this official rule i shall always include this in my bag WHEREVER I GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Wallet( like duh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Handphone( some ppl this should be no.1!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. House keys(seriously, being stuck outside your own house is NOT funny!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Umbrella( i hate to waste time, like just now when i was at Tanjong Pagar to change details on the flight ticket but it was raining cats, dogs and hamsters...so havin to sit down and count raindrops is just gonna make me realize how much i miss having him around me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. My white Zen Stone with the mini USB extension wire which is very short, so it's shorttension! (Since i have been running errands and i cant even keep my mouth shut for more than 10 minutes, it is good to have some music for me to jive to n kill travelling time!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Handphone Charger( if i dont have this is the same logic like having a disc man with no disc or chicken rice without chicken!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. My ToothBrush ( seriously, dat's all i need for sleepovers~! and they usually occur last min!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With Hapitto's help and the Print Media Co, I managed to work out on my surprise gift for my team!! woohoo.. well.. i am bloggin abt this since no one in my team reads my blog except for yee but she's already in Sikkim so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TAADAA........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137925715622625490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02UN2oIANI/AAAAAAAAAXk/KtRivKPaZ2U/s400/CIMG0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137926591795953890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02VA2oIAOI/AAAAAAAAAXs/a8VRAEQlDrQ/s400/CIMG0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt; :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i just realized my two pillars, Shah n Keith well.. their picture on the card is rather small and not clear :( GOSH!!! im sorry you two!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i guess.. i'll upload some of the pics i took we d bestie on d 20th bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137935400773878018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02dBmoIAQI/AAAAAAAAAX8/2NcRV4FXeAA/s400/Just+turned+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i did met the bestie of 7 years.. apparently she said she wanted to meet me n clear the air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened. i never did hold grudges.. but yeah.. things have certainly changed. anywhos, this is for 7 years as you said it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137930521691029746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02YlmoIAPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ojCPtrNDzNc/s400/triangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother won't be able to send me off at the airport cuz.. He's working!! yup.. he's 14!where else but dat's my McDonalds! Golly.. even i started at 17 which is like what.. charles and keith! LOL.. ok.. im really gonna miss my mum dad and yes, my bro. I haven been spending much time with them till only recently on my birthday weekend where they took me to my favourite kenny rogers to dine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137954852680761618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02ut2oIARI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VUZ1a45XheY/s400/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Saine Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since this is my final entry before a long long break , i just want to say a big thank you for everyone who has lend me a listening ear to hear my rants and watch me go paranoia and also for the helping hand towards my project MAYA 2007. This pre-expedition has certainly open my eyes to the corporate world, REAL world and made me work with people from all sorts of character and background. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NIE ppl, i know results will be out on the 21st December but i will still be in India, in fact i will be on a train on the way to Shimla for my extended bagpacking trip! I'll get one of my team mates who will be back by 23rd to check and sms me my results and apply for the upcoming modules for next semester! About my results.. good or bad.. well.. considering the fact that there were so many things for me to juggle with, i believe that i have done what i could. hopefully, what i could, could do me good. Nicola, im so sorry for not able to turn up for Billy Bomers! we KIV till i return.. Anita.. thanks for your mum's help and yes.. hope you have fun huh-ing in Chiangmai! RAndom ppl, Pris, Grace,Stella, Xuan, Kritika, Amal, KC, RY- where'd you go, i missed you so.. seems like forever since you've been gone.. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends.. especially twinie erna and airen eileen who r back in sg from Aussie, Good day Mate! gosh.. we crossed path huh? will catch up with you guys soon. And yes, Happy Advanced Birthday Lynette, my no.1 on my phone contact list, my attachment! ShikeenMOo2, im gonna mooomiss u! Lenny BAbe, heez.. i'll be bringing and wearing a kebaya instead since i need to put up some malay dance for cultural exchange.. STOP LAUGHING! This is for cultural exchange!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuzzins and Family, i wish u guys r wif me n we can do another fun and all out photoshoot on the india train, Taj Mahal, Red Fort, etc.. hope u guys fill up ur holidays and make it well-spent! Congrats DAnish on your outstanding PSLE results- OBIt girl is proud of you!! Sorry i cant be there on Hari Raya Haji ! but dat should not stop u guys from snapping shots for me to see when i get back yeah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all, Merry Christmas! I guess i wont be here to call and send wishes but hey, i'll be having my 1st White Christmas! Yipee :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till Again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-2694366459453906088?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2694366459453906088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=2694366459453906088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2694366459453906088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2694366459453906088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/final-entry-b4-super-long-break.html' title='Final entry b4 a super long break'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R02CnGoIAMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7uneaLk3H6I/s72-c/CIMG0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-6889619033958298278</id><published>2007-11-26T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:27:13.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth? OUCH.. now?</title><content type='html'>ok.. i really wanna blog about how i celebrated mhy 20th burfday wif my Bestie of 16 years but the oral pain im experiencing now is OUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;my wisdom tooth! grrr.. 1 year wiser... arrgghhh.. it's causing me to have fever n migrane man..&lt;br /&gt;goin for surgery tomorrow then. man.. now when im like leavin in less than 5 days! GOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing in the packing room was madness i tell u.. n just when i tawt we're done.. well.. WE're NOT!! gosh.. i guess i will prob sacrifice my own luggage by bringin just 3 shirts n 3 pants n 2 sweaters. sleeping bags. what i have to wear underneath it all. dats all! wow.. in 29 days just dat.. ewwwww.. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok Lil Miss Busy gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;im leavin in a matter of hours la.. Counting down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-6889619033958298278?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6889619033958298278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=6889619033958298278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6889619033958298278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6889619033958298278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/wisdom-tooth-ouch-now.html' title='wisdom tooth? OUCH.. now?'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8589656694564757695</id><published>2007-11-21T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:46.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my effin entry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It feels like i just got home from a 3 days 2 night camp! LOL.. let's begin from today rather that the usual chronological order..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up this morning in cjc pe attire... Yes.. was at Lenny's! Apparently she had a room revamp like me too! lol.. coolness now we even have the same bedding and wardrobe! i shall publicly declare that if i were to be homeless or abandoned for some reason.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALL i need is Lenny Syafawatie Abdul Rahman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have the same skin tone which means i can share her MAC set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have the same profession so we understand each other's workload and stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We share the same shoe size, even with whatever cutting it is which means her rack full of Charles and Keith will come in handy when i need shoes to match certain outfit, &lt;em&gt;all actually!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have the same taste in men.. lol.. this one.. i dunno if its a good thing but hey.. we both feel that there should be no man can ever come in between girlfriends! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We may soon have the same size for bottom!! it'll be vegetarian in India, which means.. I'll be skinny when i come back unless i keep munchin to chocolates!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We already have the same size for tops.. as proof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;taadaa... im wearing her black jaw dropping Zara top and she's wearing my purple mini tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VvnWoIAII/AAAAAAAAAW8/1Y8_pNLN3ig/s1600-h/SocialLites+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135633671965376642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VvnWoIAII/AAAAAAAAAW8/1Y8_pNLN3ig/s400/SocialLites+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VwBGoIAJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NcwlzxJUgTs/s1600-h/SocialLites+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135634114347008146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VwBGoIAJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NcwlzxJUgTs/s400/SocialLites+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, the first thing i saw as i opened my eyes was.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TiSHaa!!!&lt;/span&gt; just love the way she calls me kak Yaaannnaaaa .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135611393970012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VbWmoIACI/AAAAAAAAAWM/31SPkjtjMWk/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Tawt I taught her how to pout.. She's a quick learner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135643112303493298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0V4M2oIALI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DxonQPOXMhk/s400/SHAAAA+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well only got to her place at 320am.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was at double o &amp;amp; obar but i guess the people at obar were dancing way too weird that we freaked! left and headed down to Phuture instead.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well.. just my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Luck with men in Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! and not to mention.. staying around my little pathetic neighbourhood where the only civilisation that stands is MacDonalds! huahua.. after exchanging bits of info, i could have just click the retrieve info button in my brain man.. he's someone from my childhood days.. LOL.. Everybody together now.. "Its a small world afterall.. it's a small world afterall.. it's a small small world!" Effin SMALL world.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before clubbin.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135612618035691586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0Vcd2oIAEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/70wDHdxRIbU/s400/len+n+liy.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;Lenny n I were... ahem.. socialites.. LOL.. we were paid to do seriously no brainer job at CapitalLand 7th Anniversary at Swisshotel Raffles BallRoom! like to take shots well.. were were just flashing actually with our canon SLR.. lol.. n we were PAID for that.. well.. it aint rocket science to see us holding a camera but for this case we were behind instead of in front of the camera!! Following that, we were just being like those deal or no deal gals to just handover prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We're like Socialites Paris &amp;amp; Nicole.. instead of The Simple Life, it ought to be The Small World. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. We still have our day jobs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. We dont do this every night and day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. Lenny's obviously the hilton cuz she's the one who's getting the attention n boys, i mean guys and men!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. We are not blondes.. we only have blonde moments.. (that includes me alright!!grr) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Paris is taller than Nicole! Lenny is taller tha Liyana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. And Nicole turned had eating disorder.. which is wad im experiencing now.. just that results aint that drastic Skinny... YET! lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We, which i think is just Lenny actually! made head turns more than the numbet of steps u'd need to take to walk the whole of the Great Wall of China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one tiny effin amusing incident for me to qualify that socialite bimbo night i had!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had to buy dinner for the crew and when i was walking back, i forgot how to get back up to the ballroom.. (usually.. im not that bad with directions!).. spotted this weallie drop dead technical default melayu waiter walking from/towards the gents i suppose, and approached him( he did had this "Pick me!" look on his face!) ...( really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Excuse me.. How do i get there?( points to another level up at the ballroom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yummy Waiter: oh.. you have to go one big round..( my eyes followed his arm in a circular motion which leads me to Robinson which is on the same level!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: ( err... didnt i point a level up? is he insulting me or is he just a male version of... ME!) oh.. no.. no.. i meant the ballroom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not so Yummy Waiter: Oh.. Dat.. Im not so sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: Oh.. nevermind..( running late!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YummIeR Waiter: How about turning there? ( tries not to end convo i suppose!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me: *nods* ( thank god u have those eyes dude.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prior before that Team Maya managed to get hold of the packing room like.. FINALLY! so.. shall be spending the rest of my 8 days left there PACKING!! we managed to get chocolates(almost 20 cartons!) and also Campbell soup( boxes of em) ! yipee.. well.. my advance party will be leavin in less than 24 hours man!! GOSH.. so effin gonna miss them! so i'd be sending them off at the airport tomoro especially Mr Nice Guy and wanYeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... im DONE with Semester One of my Life in NIE/NTU. GOSH&gt;&gt; time fliesssss... 1/8 done. accomplished. OVER. i still cant believe it though.. anyway.. the grammar for today was.. ermm.. no comments can? OVER.. read my lips.. OVER! yes ppl.. me no longer whining abt the past anemore and gettin so effin emo about every single thing! I mean it's not the end of the world.. if i were to that den.. i might as well live the life of a meow where then i have 8 other lives to cry over spilt milk and that whole "weh Bluek" whiny nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wahaha.. what to do turning twenty in like 3 days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went over to granny's the day before.. grandfather's birthday!! well.. it was a rather personal affair just me and my grandparents! like finally.. :) and with that i had a good deep slumber before my effin paper! lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway here are some family pics.. the people i so going to miss when im in India! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135626490780057698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VpFWoIAGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Tu20dDnq7Rs/s400/CIMG0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135628359090831474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VqyGoIAHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sJeGpvfdYt8/s400/CIMG0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend.. i did head down to batam for the usual sightseeing which im gettin bored of already! so i'll just post pics yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and ppl.. if u were to queue for those donuts at city hall, im laughing OUT loud at u..hehe.. i rather be paying $31 for my ferry tix and buy donuts from J.Co that cost me SGD$13 for 2 dozen of heaven-sent doughnuts. TRUST me, they are TO DIE for.. or in the singapore lingo DIE DIE MUST TRY!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135598504773156802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VPoWoH_8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/F3-G5Tjnt28/s400/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VQx2oH_9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/smFKTPDScGc/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135599767493541842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VQx2oH_9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/smFKTPDScGc/s200/DSC00143.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135607360995721186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VXr2oH_-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/UalUPw-egf8/s200/DSC00142.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and of cuz the other foodie goodies.. like at 1/3 or even 1/4 the price!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VaMmoIAAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/otOPtw9jvMU/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135610122659692546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VaMmoIAAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/otOPtw9jvMU/s200/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0Van2oIABI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7mnAAkmSyRM/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135610590811127826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0Van2oIABI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7mnAAkmSyRM/s200/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135608851349372914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VZCmoH__I/AAAAAAAAAV0/8CP1gEH-yFA/s320/CIMG0157.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8589656694564757695?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8589656694564757695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8589656694564757695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8589656694564757695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8589656694564757695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-effin-entry.html' title='my effin entry!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R0VvnWoIAII/AAAAAAAAAW8/1Y8_pNLN3ig/s72-c/SocialLites+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4911634360738751042</id><published>2007-11-16T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:47.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days b4 i turn 20!</title><content type='html'>whoohoooooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I JUMPED off my Queenie Size Bed when i just received this snaiL mail i mean KangaRoo Mail from QueensLand AustraLia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THank yOU aIrEn i LOve YOu Loadssss......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133354706483543922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1W6GoH_3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/BSC1YVYf7YM/s400/BIRTHDAY2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133354865397333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1XDWoH_4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/ul2hPCr5wik/s400/BIRTHDAY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This only makes me think that no matter how advance e-mails, web cam, and god knows what else technology is going to introduce.. nothing beats the snail mail since we are just so used to opening our mail box for things like bills, bills and more bills.. to actually receive something like a birthday card or even a christmas or raya card.. the feeling is so great. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.. here are some more pics from shalini's cammy during my birthday celeb last monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133358181112086418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1aEWoH_5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/PPFFt_-CVnw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133358872601821090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1asmoH_6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/qEr2KFE1FTE/s400/PB120269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133360491804491698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1cK2oH_7I/AAAAAAAAAVM/a9Qkhf6mo4M/s400/PB120272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4911634360738751042?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4911634360738751042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4911634360738751042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4911634360738751042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4911634360738751042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/9-days-b4-i-turn-20.html' title='9 days b4 i turn 20!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1W6GoH_3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/BSC1YVYf7YM/s72-c/BIRTHDAY2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3082865270008629211</id><published>2007-11-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:48.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Nov 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here i am blogging after a long day eating cheezels again!"De hubby" just wanna see me FAT can? lol.. yes yes.. i like things with holes.. lol.. ok. for the purpose of this lynnalicious.blogspot.com he'll be known as Mr Nice Guy lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to Northland Primary to do our follow up School collab.. i got some photos from Shalini's cammy too.. she took loads of photos of Mua teaching LOL! i'll show u just some of it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133340786494537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1KP2oH_xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bt8JC17QWR8/s400/Collage+Northland.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sha&amp;amp; Shah and I managed to raise $250 that day and in total $279! yipee!! *pats on the back* not bad at all considering they're all primary school children and we were selling the postcards for only a dollar each! Those without money can also participate as we included the idea of writing a message on a heart! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133343243215830818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1Me2oH_yI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YQJ7N4UNHyU/s400/CIMG0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was only our first board.. we have another 2 more that were made in just 3 hours! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh.. im so expanding my contacts! i went in to the general office to thank Mdm Moliah, Northland Principal who will be a Superintendant in 2008! whoa.. and she was really warm and down to earth so i was just telling her about my teaching experience in Yangzheng and that my VP's son is in this school. She just grabbed my hand n brought me to a room and TAADAA.. Mrs Lim, remember? my life saver! lol.. my principal from yzps who sent me all the way to MOE building in Bouna Vista in a cabbie and was there for me till i end my interview! awww.. i just dropped everything that was in my hand and hug her TIGHT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had linguistics exam today.. it was like only 2 days before that i got to know that it was linguistic and not grammar!! goshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways, i still cant believe i sat for the paper actually~! i was basically crapping for almost 30-40 worth of marks! by Liynic's theory, we should be responsible for our own learning so.. yeah... and to review your paper u'd need to pay $10 for each module.. well.. i have 5 modules.. so i'll be setting aside $50 for this! hopefully i wont need to use so that i can pay for my next pedicure at Christine's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133350055033962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1SrWoH_2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/c2tm03KJ1UY/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy feet, Perfectly Pedicure-D!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh ya.. after my paper, i went to pamper my poor feet with darling Suhairi as company.. after which we had a feast at Nana Thai restaurant have ma usual seafood fried rice and believe this.. $20 worth of prawn fritters!!! muahaha.. Deliciously delightful :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1QS2oH_zI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UfdZSOyUkpE/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133347435103911730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" height="363" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1QS2oH_zI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UfdZSOyUkpE/s400/DSC00079.JPG" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1Q12oH_0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/JTStbT_WqRs/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133348036399333186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1Q12oH_0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/JTStbT_WqRs/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" u better stop bitching or all your prawn fritters will be MINE!!" - Suhairi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after that shopping!! well.. he got a uber good looking top from Zara, a pair of skinny jeans and two abso-gorgeous top from topman.. till he even managed to be a member that very day! lol.. Even though i only bought... NOTHING! lol.. i had fun pickin out clothes for him and with him! Dun be a victim for fashion or someone who claims to be a fashion guru! you should like what you're wearing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. You are the one wearing it, you should feel good about it before you can even look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were to trust someone's with her/his choice and taste then take a look at her/his dressing, in your eyes does it even suit her/him???!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. You are the one paying not her/him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and yes.. we cam-WHORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133349243285143378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1R8GoH_1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/zGlcvaMUS5Q/s400/COLLAGE+with+SUHAIRI+15+Nov+2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway.. just to sit and do absolutely nothing was just great! I really felt like some mountain tortoise or something man.. i mean having to go like " eh, since when was this here?".. " what happened to this?" for every 10 mins! i haven been a town person lately, well. alot lately! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as i am typing this entry.. on MSN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lynnalicious had a pretty pedicure ! Feet's happy says:&lt;br /&gt;u sure u trust me?&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious had a pretty pedicure ! Feet's happy says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[c=6][SHiKeEN][/c] i'm in love with this new person of mine.. says:&lt;br /&gt;den u can somewaht like b my tcher..&lt;br /&gt;[c=6][SHiKeEN][/c] i'm in love with this new person of mine.. says:&lt;br /&gt;yupp... i turst my bestie wif my life..&lt;br /&gt;[c=6][SHiKeEN][/c] i'm in love with this new person of mine.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hhehehe&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious had a pretty pedicure ! Feet's happy says:&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang my MooMoo Shikeen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!PRANK CALLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week, i received a call from Canadian pizza to confirm my orders when the truth is i did not even call for any pizza!! and the guy over the phone claimed that it was Hawaiian pizza which is duh my favourite la.. GOSH. on impulse i wanted to say yeah.. but then again, being the cashless citizen i am, i cant insert in ATM card into any drawer in the house and expect cash so yeah.. i was no i did not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just minutes ago.. a call from MacDelivery.. a guy qouted my order as a double cheeseburger happy meal.. i was like... errrr.. i did not order anything? ( could it be Mr Nice Guy cuz he just called me minutes ago tellin me he ordered Mac while studying for his Maths paper..) well.. apparently this MacD fella said i made this order half hour ago. i just asked him, is this some kinda prank and he was like err... No! oh well.. sorry i really didnt make that order for sure. bYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;called Mr Nice guy and asked if he was the one responsible for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Nice guy: Hey, i'm not that romantic la dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: eh... you ahh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3082865270008629211?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3082865270008629211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3082865270008629211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3082865270008629211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3082865270008629211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/15-nov-2007.html' title='15 Nov 2007'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rz1KP2oH_xI/AAAAAAAAAT8/bt8JC17QWR8/s72-c/Collage+Northland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-7695464351390105492</id><published>2007-11-13T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:49.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another droppin by!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok. just lil miss busy dropping by to give a short update! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes.. ive still yet to buy a lil miss shirt.. just too many that ive seen each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;had school collaboration at northland and tanjong katong where we spread the love and raise awareness among the kids, being the bridge to link singapore kids and the kids in india! we'll be the postman/postwoman to deliver their letters, aiding their pen pal programme! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132389614761916706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RznpKXzJuSI/AAAAAAAAATs/9MRfKJXqkCY/s400/CIMG0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;was at tanjong katong pri and yes.. i'm so gonna be there for practicum! i love their school's culture, environment and student composition where there were so many different nationalities there to begin with. Diversity at its BEST! And the kids there are not afraid to voice their thoughts and are responsive by nature, given their leadership roles to begin at a very young age.. i seriously see alot of potential in them. :) i even had a friendly game of netball of which shah and myself were trashed by the p5 netball team by 4-5 lead! they're really good. I know it sounds like im overgeneralising and yeah too soon to say, ive not seen everything.. but hey.. i felt belonged there intuitively and that's what that matters. I know at the end of the day it doesnt matter which school i go to because the teacher defines the classroom but to have that culture, count on me man! haha.. n yes all these school collab makes me feel like im goin thru mini practicums which is really great as i can apply what ive learnt along the way to see how effective it is for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132386878867749122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RznmrHzJuQI/AAAAAAAAATc/AxNV5xhZdTk/s320/CIMG0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes TEAM MAYA celebrated my birthday for me yesterday! wohoo!! thanks guys. love u all.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i even got a big elmo hugging CHEEZELS!! and a diary for me to pen in my happy thoughts!! thank u wanyee n keith! muahaha.. just love it!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132386191672981746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RznmDHzJuPI/AAAAAAAAATU/Sk-rmejDy7s/s400/CIMG0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and a fish and co seafood platter i've been craving for! muahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh ya.. keith/ "the hubby" from all the previous entries/ MAYA's leader as well surprised us all with a black polo tee with our names embroided by the side and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our team logo and the singapore flag on it!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ive always wanted one but nothing was too official to make it at a national level. :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132390452280539442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rznp7HzJuTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/-Y-CLK3_WNw/s400/CIMG0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok.. i look BIG here cuz im wearing two more tshirt underneath my polo tee! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132388485185517842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RznoInzJuRI/AAAAAAAAATk/xZXPznB2DSQ/s320/CIMG0042.JPG" width="351" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man.. i should be studying now!! now when time is not on my side.. i'll need it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll update more soon after my first paper! Promise! heez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-7695464351390105492?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7695464351390105492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=7695464351390105492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7695464351390105492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/7695464351390105492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/yet-another-droppin-by.html' title='yet another droppin by!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RznpKXzJuSI/AAAAAAAAATs/9MRfKJXqkCY/s72-c/CIMG0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4987345895487844252</id><published>2007-11-11T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T05:56:46.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Twenteen..</title><content type='html'>i'll be turning tweenteen.. fine.. twenty in exactly two weeks.. rather than looking forward to it this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to look backwards from the day i blew all 19 candles off my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. then, this would be another emotional baggage entry aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince the last time i blew my candles.. felt like, it was more than 1 year ago. Definitely, as i blew the candles, i blew all the trust i have in everything else, and that includes in myself simply because of-you-know-who. Maybe because.. so much has also happened in this span of 1 year, the people i've met and the ups and downs ive experienced, of which all seemed temporary and going through short and rapid cycles- making me emotional drained, and i really mean drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came, you left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you were different.. that's you are nothing compared to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that you're here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. why arent you here then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not you, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's not me, it's you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine hearing that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over and over again.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. let me make this clear first. i am not some sort of a player or a big time heartbreaker to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just like every other average girl in this world who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always and will always be impulsive towards everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks that this he might&lt;strong&gt; just be the one&lt;/strong&gt; and raise hopes only to resort to self-pity when it all comes crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OUCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it took that much guts to type that out in words and to actually read it out, not just in my head but out LOUD. and yes.. this is a blog where any one can absolutely be reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im transferring data and pics from my desktop to my lappie and of cuz when it comes to the photo folder.. whoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word : Asphyxiated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the number of people that walked in and out of my life makes me feel pathetic- which sets me thinking.. maybe there is really something wrong with me rather than him(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the friends ive lost through financial terms, trust issues and other unresolved petty issues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall not rant on the " Im an independent woman, i dun need no man, i wont ever get married.. blah blah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing is for sure, i always like to say " No guy can ever handle me, especially a malay guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would like to phrase it in such a way where " I have not met that guy who can handle me yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the rate im goin and the different types of guy ive met and all.. i think there is really something wrong with me. I always do things n then regret, by then it's too late. this acid tongue of mine.. now.. i just dun dare to question any further. i always wonder what people think of me now, that things are back to normal/ never the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing a friend then became losing friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making up by having new friends.. dat do not necessary be a definition of a true friend.. who are just .. a short and rapid cycle. ( im not implying that all of them are like that, maybe some was Liyana-initiated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i am all alone in my room, i cant think of anything but emptiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i really need someone, they have their backs at me, and to turn to friends whom i haven been contacting makes me such a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun want to lose a friend, activate: self-pity mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then go blog it out, mass sms and make everyone my best friend and then.. the cycle repeats sort of thing.. i mean.. for how long is this cycle gonna repeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you look through blogs or friendster profiles.. or even hear of their wedding.. u cant help but go through a series of flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna be wondering.. what went wrong.. was it something i said? was it something i did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. this can all be avoided if only i watch my acid tongue and impulsive actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later also wonder what he/she thinks of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta love myself first i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say if u make a birthday wish, you should never say it out loud or it'll never come true. But i guess i can say out my 20th birthday wish out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I wish I could turn back time"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4987345895487844252?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4987345895487844252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4987345895487844252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4987345895487844252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4987345895487844252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/turning-twenteen.html' title='Turning Twenteen..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-1001170384669619286</id><published>2007-11-03T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:46:27.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a short update..</title><content type='html'>hey daniel.. if not for u.. i dun think i'll be updating this bloggie of mine.. lol&lt;br /&gt;yup.. i'll link ya! and oh man.. you went to UK and Myanmar?? n i heard, i mean read, that you're leavin for India too!! gosh.. with your dear Sa.. man.. let me redifine the word Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Bliss;&lt;br /&gt;phonetically-  bli's ( i think!)&lt;br /&gt;semantically - Daniel and Sarah! i'm just waiting for the wedding invite yeah.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakin of de secondary school episode.. guess wad.. i found that Pierre Cardin pen with my name engraved on it for my 16th Birthday afterall!!! Yipppeeee!!  and for 4 years i thought it was missing.. and also attached to that was some birthday cards n love notes.. oh should i say puppy love post-its and foolscaps.. lol.... who can ever forget their secondary school days man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! secondary sch kids are viewing my profile in friendster.. hehehe.. Heelarious LAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unplanned and impromptu person that i am, i dropped by YZPS on Thursday.. well my tall sis lenny la.. after 20 years of living in Serangoon did i bump into her in the neighbourhood- like FINALLY! lol..&lt;br /&gt;it's really a great warm fuzzy feelin to feel and hear the kids say " Miss Liyana".. certainly made my day! yup.. i lost weight n i think i have grown taller.. now lenny n i do look like twins.&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... 27 days left before i hit to India! so I'll be the busy bumblebee yet again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, my actions do not correspond to my intentions. Indeed.. I'm MisUnderstood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-1001170384669619286?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1001170384669619286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=1001170384669619286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1001170384669619286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1001170384669619286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-short-update.html' title='just a short update..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4906418636971914129</id><published>2007-10-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:50.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain to me again why i need a boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>hollaaa.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh.. i need to BREATHE!! well.. seems like it's a crazy mad month for me. As everyone knows what a Miss-Things-To-Do-List i am. ive decided to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;save time n blog my to-do list instead.&lt;/span&gt; Well. was doing it on NEL just now but i guess even a half and hour ride could not contain all my planned schedule!! My apologies to everyone b'coz i know i gladly declare on my friendster shout out calling for a gathering before my departure but somehow.. GOSH.. the work load is just cut throat level. i'm drowning in my assignments and things to do! sheesh! ok.. here goes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 oct 2007-thur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.30- 13.00- Did my PBL individual gathering/reading materials for eportfolio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.30-15.00- Tuition- helped the kid summarise the whole of her science textbook 3A in 4 sides of paper.. boy was she fascinated by mind maps or waddd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.45- 18.00- was wif de hubby at the travel agency to settle on our ticketing and rnr plus our extended backpacking. guess i will be coming back on the 28th Dec 2007! financial constraints man.. and yes.. that was when i held a whooping $10,000 with my very bare hands!! goshhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.30 to 21.00- was at the national library @ bugis to do research for my 2.5 k word psychology paper. of which i still pretty much unsure which question to do on, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.30 got home, MSN-ed n zzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Oct 2007-fri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.30-13.00- Tuition- helped my kid summarise Science textbook 3B in 2 sides of a paper! just the last chapter for homework.. heez.. to test if my teaching is really effective or not! heez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.00-17.45- Conducted Art Workshop " Fun with Stencils" for Sec 1s with Shahisdah, Amelia, SuNgin, Shalini, and hemma at St Nicholas' for ourProject Maya fund raising where each student pays $5 for the lesson. their work will be brought to india to decorate the school there.. :) and boyyy.. i soo cant teach secondary sch kids! no way.. just too animated for all of this.. but it was one hella experience! n yes.. can u believe.. ME? art workshop!! gosh.. btw, dat's me and genevive! her bag is sooo adorable can?? and she's such a helpful student!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123106345130202338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxjuE9gJFOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8a7PmI8WwdU/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxjvONgJFPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3eEo4eyMnbQ/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123107603555620082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxjvONgJFPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3eEo4eyMnbQ/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxjvoNgJFQI/AAAAAAAAATE/1x9FqRmaiY0/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123108050232218882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxjvoNgJFQI/AAAAAAAAATE/1x9FqRmaiY0/s320/DSC00101.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.00- 20.30- Was at Adventure 21 at chinatown point with Jasmine to settle on sponsorship or get consignment items for fund raising. most probably we trying to push to sell Nalgene/Laker/Sigg bottles! will update u peeps again soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so so so sorry to Shikeen for not having able to meet u today for ur GP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so so so sorry to my GESL for not able to attend meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so so so sorry to my tall Sis Lenny for not grape-vining tonight though i really need my Big O! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;20 Oct 2007-sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;09.30-18.00- Blossom Training Leadership Training at Asian Civilisation Musuem. GOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.30- Lilik's OPEN HOUSE.. gosh.. i really forgot that it's still syawal as in it's still hari raya.. hmm.. i think they should pluralize it. Hari raya in direct translation = Day Celebration. in this case in malay language it will be Hari-Hari raya or u can say Tiap Hari Raya! haha which means everyday celebration!! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;21 Oct 2007-sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09.30- 18.00 Blossom training Leadership Training at SMU! GRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.30- infinity i think!!- to be at Eunice's hostel for PBL meeting and solution presentation rehersal!! arrghhhh.. all 5 of us sleeping in her room!! haha.. goshh.. All night long.. all night!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;22 Oct 2007-mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PBL DUED! hopefully the night's work is done n well prepared! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.30- 13.30- AED 102 Educational Psychology Submission of PBL/ maybe presentation as well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.00- 17.00- COMPLETE the FOLLOWING : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHOOSE 1 bloody qn for my personal essay and GET STARTED!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linguistic- Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus- from the perspectives of a linguist project! TO type out the intro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.30- 19.30- MAYA Meeting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEAD TIRED for sure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;23rd Oct 2007- tues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a tough one.. two on going Maya activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to complete on my Linguistic and personal essay on education psychology the whole morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and read for my ALK module- communication for teachers summary and read up on transcipts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St Nicholas- Fun With Stencils at 14.45-17.45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A field lesson for Street Soccer by the PESS- Physical Education &amp;amp; Sports Science 14.30-17.30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we will be organizing a Street Soccer Challenge in India! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition at 17.00 to 18.30!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;24th Oct 2007 - wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Presentation - communication 4 teacher summary n test on Transcript!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;08.30-10.30- ALK test n presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.30-13.30- Tutorials on Linguistic and grammar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.00-15.30- research n complete educational psychology essay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.00-18.30- Tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;25th Oct 2007 - Thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.00-18.30 - Tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trust me.. for now it's still free.. u just wait.. gimme just 2 or 3 more days.. there is sure something to be done.. like pack my bag for Pulau Ubin Camp the next day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;26th Oct 2007- 28th Oct- Friday2Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'LL BE IN PULAU UBIN- 2nd half of my Blossom Training Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th Oct 2007- Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LINGUSTIC PROJECT: MEN ARE FROM MARS, WOMEN ARE FROM VENUS- FROM THE PERSPECTIVES OF A LINGUIST DUED!Time: 17.00 !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1030- 13.30- AED 102 Educational Psychology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i did not present my solution presentation last week dat means.. i'll be presenting... TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta somehow rush for tuition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.30-19.30- Project MAYA Meeting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th Oct 2007- Tue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far will just be drilling tuition kid for her Science paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do my Grammar Assignment due 6 oct and My Ed. Psych. Essay due on 6th Nov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1730-1930and maybe there will be linguistic revision lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;31st Oct 2007- Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;08.30-10.30- ALK Communication 4 teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.30-13.30- Linguistic n Grammar Tutorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.00- 18.30- Tuition- final drill for tuition n get my pay cheque.. LIke finally! i mean its not much but at least my responsibility as her tutor CLEARED. i see her thru her exams! well done Miss Liyana! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from here onwards.. man.. i really dunno what is it gonna be like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the line " Explain to me again why i need a boyfriend" REALLY explains for itself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4906418636971914129?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4906418636971914129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4906418636971914129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4906418636971914129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4906418636971914129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/explain-to-me-again-why-i-need.html' title='Explain to me again why i need a boyfriend!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxjuE9gJFOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8a7PmI8WwdU/s72-c/DSC00095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-5079446617496917325</id><published>2007-10-12T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:51.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Raya 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time check: 1.40am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here i am on malam aidilfitri in front of my Aspire when i should be doing like Raya-related activites. gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well at least i have Taufik Batisah's Usah Lepaskan( Don't let go) serenade to keep me up and going. n yes he looks &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;abso-gorgeous-some&lt;/span&gt; on Suria just now.. i practically melted there n then to see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; smile... * cloud nine* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120513718186742914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rw-4GNgJFII/AAAAAAAAASE/ET8z01R2X4A/s400/taufik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can he get any gorgeous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im like doing work. what else but work, work and more work. like hubby would always say "Welcome to NIE man!" heez.. I'll probably be hitting the bed in like.. 2 hours time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then it'll be all the visiting that i gotta go to man.. i wonder will i be getting green packets ths year.. hmmm.. gettin all sexcited for tomorrow suddenly! yippee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gosh.. he's really that good looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wait it's not that i super hard working or anything like dat cuz i'm actually gonna be freakin busy after this last happy-merry weekend. next two weekends will be taken up by my facilitator course so not much jalan raya for me la.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm such a fanafik all over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well.. let's talk about Raya.. since it's not like everyday that i can about it. i can rant about ridiculous deadlines and assignments another day. As always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well.. The Malay/Muslim will celebrate it with a feast and great-wall-of china long list of glorious yummy goodies and dishes. yummm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...*mouth waters... he's really dat gorgeous can?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okok.. enuf liya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i wanna take this opportunity to say Sorry for any mistakes that i have done to all my family and friends. Please do forgive me if i've committed any wrong doings unintentionally.. or INTENTIONALLY! hee.. Sorry for all the bitching and stuff like dat.. No grudges.. at all costs, my food and drink each time we go out on outings or dates is considered settled yeah? (gosh my direct translation is super the horrible la!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now is like the sunday night where i gotta rush through all my assignments n project material! but my feet are like oh-so- aching right now. in a short span of 2 days.. i think i just put on 5 kg! gosh.. food GLORIOUS food! still waiting for LILIK to post up photos on photobucket. my stupid CAsio exlim decided to show Attitude with me can? uugghhhh.. so.. gotta like rely on people again! grrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yes.. drove from Tampines to Clementi.. my stupid brother was sitting at the back and said wahh.. this time must wear safety belt. he even hold on to the handles.. grrr.. im still trying to adjust to daddy's car.. just so used to the manual gear thing.. anyways, i think my beloved grandma told the whole world about her grand daughter having a licence! Apparently, at every house i stop by they asked me the same question like " wah.. u got ur licence ah? can give me a lift laa.." blahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are some pics first to fill my dull wordy bloggie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121222108617708690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxI8X9gJFJI/AAAAAAAAASM/tGLPsBJplUs/s320/From+my+k800i+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mY painfully PRETTY Saloma retro looking heels that invited Mr Ache to my feet.. grrr&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121223135114892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxI9TtgJFKI/AAAAAAAAASU/1ZbaXlMHGOs/s400/P1020992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me with Lilik!! cute aint we? likkk.. im waiting for my pictures on photobucket!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121230956250338514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxJEa9gJFNI/AAAAAAAAASs/0Fuun6_AqGc/s320/DSC03791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok.. this is the seeking of forgiveness session with the family i was mentioning about just a few lines up.. my cuzzin fizzow took this without me knowing.. gosh.. thank god it's just the back view!! there goes my unstoppable Maybelline Mascara.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121228289075647666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxJB_tgJFLI/AAAAAAAAASc/MBFh6fjrOAQ/s400/all+3.JPG" width="442" border="0" /&gt;some random void deck shots wif my beloved sista Q-she.. man.. dis is so blur.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;last.. i'd probably be hit with the monday blues tomorrow morning... i most probably gotta be literally kicked off the bed unless.. i spot this cutie at Lecture tomorrow. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121229517436294338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RxJDHNgJFMI/AAAAAAAAASk/c1JyMWZzpZI/s400/geekilove.jpg" border="0" /&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/10173737-5079446617496917325?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5079446617496917325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=5079446617496917325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5079446617496917325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/5079446617496917325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/malam-raya-2007.html' title='Malam Raya 2007'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rw-4GNgJFII/AAAAAAAAASE/ET8z01R2X4A/s72-c/taufik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-6475796401381085525</id><published>2007-10-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:57.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driven by the Maya Spirit: Departure in 50 Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ok.. this is gonna be a uber short update since i'll be meeting my First Lady, Celine in a matter of an hour! haha!! gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipeeee.. Finally.. as in finally i'm eligible to drive! great.. mission was to get my driving licence before i turn 21 and Thank God, i finally managed to clinch that much anticipated card! yippee..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the huggies especially the very very warm one from NICOLA&gt;&gt;!! :)&lt;br /&gt;and Ry, Xuan, Hubby, First Lady.. and the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwace!! yay.. we can have our breakfast gals gathering and i wont be late this time!! Vrooommmm&lt;br /&gt;hella attachment, let's go for a drive!!&lt;br /&gt;Smarty, i know i owe u a ride.&lt;br /&gt;B.. Gettin my Suzuki Swift!! blueeekkk&lt;br /&gt;Lenny.. yay! now we can RACE!&lt;br /&gt;Moo2.. now i can drive and we can go further than jurong point and west mall.. urrghhh those ferrari red skinny jeans on those mats!! ewwww...&lt;br /&gt;Lik.. yeah!! we can camwhore much easier and more accessible now!&lt;br /&gt;Bodoh Pig, let's do that Dancing in the moonlight dream a REALITY.. :)&lt;br /&gt;to the rest, you're not forgotten.. just waiting to be driven.. heezzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most probably will use that card for entries to clubs since the photo in my ic... look soooo the Minah Malaysia taking the Bus Kilang( Factory Bus) to work can? hahahaha.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got an A+ for Grammar test.. wow.. it's been a while since i saw a grade like that. The last time was when my mum helped me with my Art in Primary 5! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;btw, i didnt even smell anything greater than a C in my post Sec sch life even! oh gosh.. oh god!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. morale booster.. but then again.. i dont think i wanna judge by solely on this test.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freakin out for the linguistic test result cuz They said.. that a girl went to look at her result and she failed. She cried for one whole hour! goshhh.. but wait.. who's the they? as in who said that.. hah.. doesnt matter i guess..they just sounds reliable enough in NIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok.. to all my group members in my Educational Psychology," Men are from Mars &amp;amp; Women are from Venus- from the perspective of a linguist" project group and GESL mates.. my greatest apologies for not having to give my 100% commitment to the assigned task and things like meeting the deadlines and schedules for meeting.. well.. i'm pretty much involved with Project Maya!! yipee.. But i'm working on it alright... PwaMIss!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affectionate Maya Team- ppl we're leaving in 50 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maya is LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119874858981332082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rw1zDtgJFHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rViBqzI4IJQ/s400/group+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And now before i leave.. i gotta clear this emotional Baggage that is taking its toll...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the current emotional status would definately be.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*hate that i love you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why now? isnt's the damage all done? it's like... was sorry seems to be the hardest word for you to say when u left me hurt and disappointed. I just want to ask you this, as much as the truth hurts as u'd always advocate it that way, Do you need me or do you want me? 2nd chances dont come by very often and i am aware that i had promised to be there no matter what, yes i am aware of what i said. i'm not eating my own words. With the whole unknown and complicated situation, id just let you know this anyways.. If I was your girlfriend, I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you. Even if that sombody's me. If only you have done everything necessary for me and i have done everything necessary for you, i doubt the necessary would occur. But it did. Have you ever wondered about how i feel each time you say well.. you're just being to sensitive while you, the total opposite but.. you know if i werent sensitive, i wont even try to understand how you are feeling and not be sensitive to your feelings right now either. To hear all these stories about you.. im just even more crushed. A part of me not wanting to believe but you are that guy every other girl is warning each other about. yes, i know. Truth Hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you completely know the power that you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only one that makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad and it’s not fair how you take advantage of the fact that I Love you beyond the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it just ain’t right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won’t affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And your kiss won’t make me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So you’ll probably always have a spell on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-6475796401381085525?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6475796401381085525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=6475796401381085525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6475796401381085525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/6475796401381085525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title='Driven by the Maya Spirit: Departure in 50 Days!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rw1zDtgJFHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rViBqzI4IJQ/s72-c/group+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8714910301734342007</id><published>2007-10-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:58.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Liya, i like this new name, my new friend gave me. well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;not exactly new friend. he's that I knew I loved you Before i Met you kinda guy.. haha.. yup we're acquainting! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RweiEtgJFGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QeArqCbuylE/s1600-h/6+Oct+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118237703347442786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RweiEtgJFGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QeArqCbuylE/s320/6+Oct+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;man.. my heart feels heavy to leave Singapore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those not in the know.. well.. I'll be leaving for North India, Sikkim from 30th November 2007 and wont be back till the 2nd January 2008. technically i wont be back till next year.. whoa.. dat sounds sooo long!! gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i'll miss &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasmine's wedding&lt;/span&gt; which is like on the 16th Dec!! arrgghhhh.. she already wrote me an invitation even! i feel so bad can??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erna, my twin sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i mean like literally cuz her bday's on the 25th November as well.. (hint hint). yeah..she's like coming back all the way from Adelaide for her school term break and we thought of a gathering.. now..i wont be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Airen!!&lt;/span&gt; well.. she, also in Aussie now.. thank god she'll be here till Chinese New Year! hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I dunno how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my grandfather&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be.. with his health and all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. And my dear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family &amp;amp; Cousins!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gosh.. we gotta do our cam-whoring around the island before u leave ok &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lilik!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And my friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All of u guys and gals.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gosh..&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rweff9gJFFI/AAAAAAAAARs/g3BCuXX7M_k/s1600-h/boys+stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118234872963994706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rweff9gJFFI/AAAAAAAAARs/g3BCuXX7M_k/s320/boys+stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilvary is DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Boys are stupid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;throw rocks at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Guys are jerks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted to put pics of the jerks i've met in my life but den again i realize, i dunno which one to put.. i mean.. they're all good at being a jerk anyways. so probably when i do then they'll probably fight over who's the bigger/biggest jerk. ahhhh.. liya.. watch that tongue of yours.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Nothing beats the appeal of the married man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Self explanatoy. wanted to put his pic but i'd get into trouble. i mean.. like DUH. *hint, my grades wont look nice later*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.Rant Rant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rweff9gJFFI/AAAAAAAAARs/g3BCuXX7M_k/s1600-h/boys+stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8714910301734342007?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8714910301734342007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8714910301734342007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8714910301734342007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8714910301734342007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/call-me-liya-i-like-this-new-name-my.html' title='Call me Liya, i like this new name, my new friend gave me. well..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RweiEtgJFGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QeArqCbuylE/s72-c/6+Oct+(12).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4048666645000284951</id><published>2007-10-05T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:58.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem with us human.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwZtONgJFEI/AAAAAAAAARk/0H5LROeYKl8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117898117463217218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwZtONgJFEI/AAAAAAAAARk/0H5LROeYKl8/s320/untitled.bmp" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Friends.. &lt;div&gt;Best Friends dont hide things from each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling guilty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.. i am..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why i realize..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont have a best friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are attached find it miserable to have to deal with issues.. the want to break free and wonder why things just dont complement anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are single are miserable to have no issues to deal with. the want to feel complemented and to break away from this loneliness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOSH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah!&lt;/div&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/10173737-4048666645000284951?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4048666645000284951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4048666645000284951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4048666645000284951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4048666645000284951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/problem-with-us-human.html' title='The problem with us human.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwZtONgJFEI/AAAAAAAAARk/0H5LROeYKl8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4564011332413284213</id><published>2007-10-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:59.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2-dua hello Acquaintance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;after linguistic test.. i finally met Smarty on the Love Bridge!!!! ohhhh.. i just love the super d duper warm hug from my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;den.. i got like sooo Sexcited all the way from boon lay to paya lebar!! hahaha..yippeee.. finally.. my jalan2 at the bazaar!! hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we came, we saw, we whore(cam-whore obviously), we shop and we FEAST!!! hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my dearest makan queen who eats everything and anything gives this food fest to be the best we ever had! hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117392750136333330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwShl9gJFBI/AAAAAAAAARM/DEFIIa7s9ew/s400/rara.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha... i got myself a superly-cute dressy top!! and a white punjabi suit! yup.. dat's right. it's a WANT not a NEED! shucks.. dammit.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dat's about what happened.. now for the stuff dat's going to happen.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yippeee.. i'm one module DOWN. but it had to be the module where i really love the tutor! dammit.. the appeal of a married man.. sheeshs... hmm.. catching up with all of this assignments and projects that is dued! crap man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they forgot we have 48 hours a day not 72 hours!! hahaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my personal life.. i guess i wont know where its taking me.. i rather not say anything cuz people can be just so random these days.. u know but like how beyonce would say it, " I'm not the kinda girl who can sit around and be played" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In other words, from now " i'll treat others the way i want them to treat me" in other words i wont want to need those two months kinda people who step in and den just walk out. i'm just plain tired of it all.. we have this thing that doesnt involve the ship of relation and friend. i'd just hop onto the boat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to u..&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;i pick nothing&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;but nothing lasts forever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;corny.. but just my two cents worth hehe.. :p&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;well.. i would take all for you&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;and give it to you&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;so you wont have nothing when it comes from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;i like whatever u just typed..&lt;br /&gt;Lynnalicious is HAPPY! says:&lt;br /&gt;mind if i blog it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;can&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;heex&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;wah, u know some of the blogging ethics too eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;when nothing runs forever&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;i b nothing&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;i keep running&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;till fall down&lt;br /&gt;Amore e Morte says:&lt;br /&gt;then run again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;aint it like a stroll in the park when you just indulge in plain conversations when at a 3rd person perspective or one who is eavesdropping may just find it corny and empty. I rather have it this way then just having a guy who tries so hard to make things work or just so that we complement each other . We've all been through it all thus we know. We practically know what we mean when we say we pathetically broke down. no.. we're not in love or anything. we're acquainting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117402044445561890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwSqC9gJFCI/AAAAAAAAARU/cUrxxIDpEAo/s400/answer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup... I'm just gonna Ac-quaint. which means i welco&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwSrWdgJFDI/AAAAAAAAARc/PQ7kSUIZL9U/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117403478964638770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwSrWdgJFDI/AAAAAAAAARc/PQ7kSUIZL9U/s200/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me Acquaintances :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With the exception of Monica Tiwari who's telling everyone she has a crush on me! hahaha.. Monica!! i said ur my secret admirer! hahaa..&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4564011332413284213?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4564011332413284213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4564011332413284213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4564011332413284213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4564011332413284213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/part-2-dua-hello-acquaintance.html' title='Part 2-dua hello Acquaintance!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwShl9gJFBI/AAAAAAAAARM/DEFIIa7s9ew/s72-c/rara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-1991771249454352368</id><published>2007-10-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:55:59.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part satu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh my gawwwddddd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its been one inTerEsting week!! and trust me.. dis is gonna be a hella interesting entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;let me start with.. as of this moment, i aint fasting due to . . well.. it's a Girl Thing! grr.. no wonder the PMS. sorry for the people around me if i in anyway threw a 360 tantrum! hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the start of the week was MOcking.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i felt cheated by the mocking grammar test that we had no long ago.. goodness.. the mid-term test we had.. whoa.. it's like the word ambigious redefined!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well.. the very next day we had a Linguistic mock test. whoa.. n look what me n my gal pals did before the paper! gosh.. we realized eh.. we're all in different shades of green!! haha.. so.. we.. DUH.. no prizes for guessing ppl.. CAM-WHORE! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;btw. Xuan's rep imac is so gorgeous! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i don't need one.. i soOOO WANT ONE!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117331538262430690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwRp69gJE-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/24UmbpwVFh4/s400/green+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;so.. for green day.. i got myself brown birki's!! not really the original.. just those neckermann ones.. and it's brown! not the usual, white, red or black.. haha.. :) wanted to get the birks.. but.. ive never bought anything i used to step on for more than 50 bucks la... hati sakit la to step on my money.. sing hen tong!! ( heart pain in chinese) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i gave up waiting for some people to get me la.. so i decided to give myself a treat! once again, i was accompanied by my dearest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;stella-ella-ella-eh-eh.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.. on the day where i had my actual lingustic paper.. my adventure just began..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;did u hear the tremors? well.. on the Ritchter scale.. average 5.5? hahaha... i went to the ladies. .. n shrieked like a lady who's seen a rat, can??? hahahaha.. i cant fast!! stupid Girl thing.. ( picture that whisper girl running around in some meadows..*slaps herself silly*) haha..was sooo craving for the black pepper grilled fish and spaghetti with cream sauce(mouth watering) oh gosh.. LENNY thank u for the intro to this kick ass dish ah!! haha.. we share same taste in men.. now tastebuds too! gosh.. ur like a sister i never had lorr.. i should be fenny or jenny la.. haha.. but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117385066439840754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwSamtgJE_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/i3ZFLX0e6S0/s400/buka+bitchin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;DAmMIt.. i cant possible q for food.. imagine the kinda stares i'd get! gosh.. no prepared for all that.. thank god i wasnt the only one.. my dear bitching partner in mischief came to the rescue! RAdiana and it was her 1st day too!! we actually head to canteen A of NTU to buy Mac! haha.. pretending to look 3c la.. as in cool, calm n collected.. haha.. den.. we went to hunt for a secluded area.. and yipeee.. we found a cosy corner ah. next time any love birds or muslim girls who wanna break fast in mid-day look for us. we show u! hahahahahahhahahaha.. we plan to make it a yearly tradition to look for each other during our bloody days! hahaahaha.. so funny.. we faced each other while eating n yeah.. she checked my blindspot and i checked hers... hahahahah.. u should have been there n see our faces.. like some illegal immigrant! and we started bitching about the queer and eccentric people in lecture.. hahahaa.. so so so so so funny!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i would like to make an annoucement here.. do not.. i REPEAT do not trust this vending machine!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117385410037224450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwSa6tgJFAI/AAAAAAAAARE/VAeKFtxDLys/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOt only did he.. ok.. im using the pronoun he cuz i think guys these days are getting to be bloody free loader and money maker outta poor little rich girl.. hahah.. yes.. i am aware it is a sweeping statement, so what u wanna do about it? haha.. it swallowed my 60 cents n then not give me anything!! den.. there was another tremor.. u didnt feel it? ohh.. maybe just exclusive to pulau nanyang! hahahaha.. so.. u see those fine prints? well. basically it says if the machine does not work i gotta head down to the general office and request for purchase! eh... they trying to be funny izzit?? go up to the reception counter and i'm supposed to like say " Can i have my sanitary pad?" so went to the bookshop to go ask the Auntie.. gosh she pointed to the shelf where i had this WTF face.. cuz i never buy this stuff myself. it's always at home dat i stock up my supplies. mummy dearest always be the one gettin.. so stella-ella-ella-eh-eh and el-el-el-elnor had to like help me.. but they laughed at me first! another day, another blonde moment.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOSH!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh well.. the test was.. i dunno man.. n &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLONDE!! SNIPER&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT A WEAPON!!&lt;/span&gt; haiz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;snip·er(snī'pər)&lt;br /&gt;A skilled military shooter detailed to spot and pick off enemy soldiers from a concealed place.&lt;br /&gt;One who shoots at other people from a concealed place. -courtesy of dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;okok! part 2 later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-1991771249454352368?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1991771249454352368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=1991771249454352368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1991771249454352368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1991771249454352368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-gawwwddddd.html' title='Part satu'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RwRp69gJE-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/24UmbpwVFh4/s72-c/green+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-2097447480115907375</id><published>2007-09-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:00.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna meet my leo or libra.. wouldnt mind a saggi too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvyeaNgJE9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nrqEBDy99lI/s1600-h/8382~Good-Sagittarius-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115137449924301778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvyeaNgJE9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nrqEBDy99lI/s320/8382~Good-Sagittarius-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.. seems like ive got a million and one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;things to do.. i'm like taking a short break from it all for now.. and ive always wondered about this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just googled it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS FEMALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;impulsive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and have an easy-going approach to sex. You have the innate ability to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remain on friendly terms with your ex-lovers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; You are&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and rarely get too upset when a bed mate moves on. You simply rationalize that there&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; will be a new love in your life shortly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are good-natured, straightforward and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt;. You&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; love your freedom and must be allowed to travel.&lt;/span&gt; You will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not be happy if forced to settle&lt;/span&gt; in one place and your residence will rarely look established. You&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;quickly move on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from a man, job or living quarters if you &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't find yourself being stimulated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anymore. You honestly bewilder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS MATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You do much better when it comes to friendships then you do in love relationships. Here's a look at how you do match up to other signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; ARIES: This is not a bad match while it lasts. Fun-loving, adventuresome, certainly compatible. Both you and the Ram like to do your own thing, therefore you often part on friendly terms as you go off in your own directions&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;in other words, i wont mind meeting an Aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; TAURUS: The Bull leads too structured a life for you to conform to. This is not a likely match. Taureans see you as a wanderer with no apparent direction&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.- hmm.. gotta be cautious then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; GEMINI: You are polar opposites giving this connection plenty of chemistry, however outside activities tend to take you both in different directions. You both like to take chances and depend too much on luck&lt;em&gt;.- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, was with one for the longest time and i seriously can relate to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; CANCER: You are a traveler and the Crab is a homebody that automatically puts you on a different wave length. This combination makes a much better friendship. You could never live within the other's life-style and remain happy. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- For the sake of Crabby Patty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; LEO: This is probably one of your best match ups. You bring out the best in one another. You both have a very carefree approach to life and love&lt;em&gt;.- this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; VIRGO: Virgo's do not handle your lifestyle well. You can not put up with the Virgoan's meticulous, detailed way of doing everything. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- will definitely take note of this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; LIBRA: This is probably one of your best connections. You get the freedom you desire and both of you absolutely hate confrontation, therefore problems are just put on the shelf.-&lt;em&gt; this is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; SCORPIO: The Scorpion cannot live with your freedom loving wandering spirit. When the jealousy sets in you'll be off to greener pastures&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;.- Oops.. Green-eyed Monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; SAGITTARIUS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; You will shake well with one another. This combination is somewhat unpredictable. It's not always a lasting union due to a lack of being in the same place at the same time, but truly a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot affair.- ah.. HOT HOT HOT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; CAPRICORN: You are impulsive, risk-taking and always looking for adventure that frightens the cautious Goat. This is really not a suitable union, You are far too different to ever exist together. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- Do you have to love both ways on a one-way street?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; AQUARIUS: You both love adventure, travel and the great outdoors. You can have a lasting relationship, especially if it is a long distance romance. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-" you hang up, no u.. no u.. brought to you by  Starhub IDD".. heez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS &amp;amp; PISCES: This is a passionate attraction, but unfortunately neither one of you can supply the other with the emotional factor required to make this coalition work. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- It's not you.. It's me.. hahaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my goodness.. this is such a fun thing to do.. to like actually go through my circles of friends and guys Ive dated.. and try to make the connections. Of cuz some are just plain nonsense but some are.. well.. smack right in the face TRUE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you should try it to if ur feelin super d duper crappy n lousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loveforever.per.sg/horoscope"&gt;http://www.loveforever.per.sg/horoscope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meanwhile...&lt;/span&gt; Leo.. Libra.. your damsel in distress needs you.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-2097447480115907375?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2097447480115907375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=2097447480115907375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2097447480115907375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2097447480115907375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanna-meet-my-leo-or-libra-wouldnt.html' title='i wanna meet my leo or libra.. wouldnt mind a saggi too!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvyeaNgJE9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nrqEBDy99lI/s72-c/8382~Good-Sagittarius-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3568992279811106974</id><published>2007-09-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:01.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear me, gotta get my priorities straight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114773442143557650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvtTWK2RmBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jsg-44y8cCY/s320/hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whoa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's already like thursday.. before my very eyes.. there GOES my recess week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i have not done anything fruitful.. not even flowerful!!! arrggggggggghhhhhhh* pulls hair out!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like it's 2.30pm now.. woke up like 2 hours ago.. n crap! i just remembered.. i'm supposed to be attending religious class in the mornin with my mom followed by a geylang serai mother-daughter thingy( and now, she's like doin it alone while i'm at home typing this) i'm sorry mama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;came home at 1 last nite.. catching up wif the coolest ex boyfriend ever was always a late nite affair i guess... went to break my fast with his two bestie Raihan &amp;amp; Aisha.. was indeed funny.. yeah wif him around.. everything's funny. our common link was him.. suddenly i feel like hey, this was like something that happened not very long ago on national day eve where we were at NYP n annur was our common link between me, suhairi n taufiq.. haha.. i wonder when can i ever be THAT common link.. i guess.. NEVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's like looking back.. i dun even know what i've been doin these past few days of a granted off days by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;National Institute of Essay&lt;/span&gt;. furthermore, i have not even address any of the essay that was assigned! crappp... arrrggghhhh.. like.. hell.. that's a million n one things to do.. all the random thoughts n things to do clouding in my head. and boy! it is an overcast! been up till 4am in morning eversince my TGIW last week.. oh ya.. i have a three day work week people! * grins* catching up with work.. which still feels untouched! crap.. and mostly catching up with nocturnal friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;overcast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114771930315069442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvtR-K2RmAI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rls52ZwWSj0/s320/dark.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;well.. the dark clouds really depicts my state of mind right now.. while the tiny windows on the buildings seems to be like drawers of my things to do by this week kinda thing you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;While people are counting down to Raya.. i'm like counting down Ramadhan.. not a happy-go-merry thought. this year, i've not done anything to redeem myself in this holy month. AT ALL. i feel like a total waste. i mean will i get to see another ramadhan again? guess.. this is the part where i get emo and wanna dig a hole n stuff my head into the ground. sheesh... what has happened to me man.. been busy with my Long Live India Project which is now affectionately known as Project Maya( which means love in Nepali!) so much things to do and aspects to cover now that we're no longer underthe supervision of any teachers or tutors. we're on our own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;with only the sky as our limit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ive learnt alot on leadership.. where i'll use lemons rather than shyt cuz id prob get visual abt this n it aint gonna look pretty.. heez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;seriously lemons are thrown right into my face and it's up to me, yes the dumb fickle blonde, who cant decide between dark black or a light black dress, makes decision! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114780533134563362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvtZy62RmCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gDTnYxIxiII/s320/silver.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whoa.. talking about photography skills.. lomograph 101!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my gosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well.. the silver lining would definitely be about my grandfather's health condition that took us by storm. well.. granddad's condition has been like that since 05.. the reaction by all of us took place only this year. I must say.. it's rather a bitter truth that surfaced since such an event had to hit us right in the face before our family actually stays united my pay granddad n grandmum a visit religiously now and then. we used to do so years ago. but in recent months, i guess the word to use here would be "Caught Up" with their own set of commitments. well.. honey.. this is the part where priorities are to be ironed out. Nothing should come before family. they'll nv turn their backs on you, no matter what. n mark my words- no matter what. dat i'm god- damn sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so.. everyone has only a pair of hands and everyone's limited to 24 hours a day so it's a level playing field. it's a matter of that lil effort to pick up the phone to just call and check if everything's fine. I'll make sure when i start my teaching practice that my kids do respect and be-friend thier grandparents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yeah.. i tawt of including this..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114798056601131058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rvtpu62RmDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CClGf4pzJsU/s200/leaf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just my twenty cents worth.. heez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well.. screw the conventions.. not all silver lining has to like loom or occur over your head.. it doesnt need to be Big powerful things. something as small as this autumn leaf goes to show that you do not need large scale or dramatic loss to see a silver lining, sometimes, the finer things in life can also direct you to a silver lining! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rvtr4K2RmEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fd8WraJEqsE/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114800414538176578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="310" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rvtr4K2RmEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fd8WraJEqsE/s320/DSC00370.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;first let me just quote this from my big sis.. no.. she's my tall sis.. haha.. Lenny , my antidote! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"don't let anyone judge you, coz they don't know the real you... they can form opinions, yes... but to pass a judgement??? hell no... they are no saints or even close to God-like to pass judgements on you..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so yeah..with all these lemons thrown at me, i wont wanna be around people who are capable of such at this present moment.. sometimes, you, too, will lose grab of your ownself. i mean i'm only human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so if you are such people.. please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3568992279811106974?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3568992279811106974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3568992279811106974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3568992279811106974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3568992279811106974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-me-gotta-get-my-priorities.html' title='Dear me, gotta get my priorities straight!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvtTWK2RmBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Jsg-44y8cCY/s72-c/hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-2972080723422941616</id><published>2007-09-24T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:02.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna go Bazaar Geylang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113698304455186370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RveBg62Rl8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/I3uAhrgXWGs/s320/geylang.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this aint fair!! most of my non-malay/muslim friends have paid their delicious visit to Bazaar Geylang and i have not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like a MUST stop each ramadhan man.. it's like u aint complete if u dun drop by u see..&lt;/div&gt;well.. by the schedule and all.. i dun think i get to go to the bazaar's in JOhore or anything like dat sort.. sobz! man.. food Haven! Glorious food paradise!! ahhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. i'll make sure i'll at least go to the one in good ol heartland geylang serai at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's recess week!! im freaking bored n lazy to like ermm.. study n catch up with work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like monday and i'm like scrolling thru webbie after webbie searching for ideas on what to wear for raya this year! thinking of going back in time n clad in retro-licious costumes that will just have jaws drop and make head turns, especially amongst the elders.. i mean.. wouldnt it be nice to dress in something that brings back memories to em' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;probably i'll get more "ang pao" dat way. which brings me to this.. wah.. i'm like a student-teacher now.. should i still get my raya money in pretty lil green packets? hmmm.. or should i be the one giving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some of my ehem* research* .. hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113700559313016786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RveDkK2Rl9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/CcMQaJoNJME/s400/due.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought of wearing something along this line of kebaya.. hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm... i suddenly have this itch to cam-whore here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113704609467176930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RveHP62Rl-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/fnVT2joSK_k/s200/ha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to complete the look...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113714380517775346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RveQIq2Rl_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/urCeGCCyIGw/s320/vespa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-2972080723422941616?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2972080723422941616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=2972080723422941616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2972080723422941616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/2972080723422941616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanna-go-bazaar-geylang.html' title='i wanna go Bazaar Geylang!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RveBg62Rl8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/I3uAhrgXWGs/s72-c/geylang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-8229957181281619063</id><published>2007-09-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:10:11.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Time Flies Like An Arrow..</title><content type='html'>i just dont feel like blogging out the updates in my life and all..&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened...&lt;br /&gt;it's time like this that I feel like I wanna runaway.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. enuff of the emotional baggage man..&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Nothing beats the appeal of a married man! sighz.. i'm staying clear of that though! heez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all student teachers.. happy recess week.. which technically means Happy Catching up &amp;amp; Mugging week! blueekkkk.. Gwace!! u look really sick today dat i SWEAR i did not recognize you.. please take this weekend to fully recover so that you can enjoy the recess week k dearest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohhh.. it's already 8th ramadhan..and i have not even pick out anything to wear for Raya, not cleaned my room, blah blah.. goodness.. now, u see what i mean when time flies like an arrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently financially unstable as well.. i just hope the peepz who owe me some cash to return me ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just tawt of posting some jokes to get my mind off things.. if it aint the fasting month, id probably hit the Pump Room or Arena to shake it off man.. sighz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small boy wrote to Santa Claus,'send me a brother'....&lt;br /&gt;Santa wrote back, 'SEND ME YOUR MOTHER'......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: 'When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'I clean the toilet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: 'How does that help?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'I use your toothbrush.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaahhahahaha *rollz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-8229957181281619063?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8229957181281619063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=8229957181281619063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8229957181281619063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/8229957181281619063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-flies-like-arrow.html' title='..Time Flies Like An Arrow..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4440101373100584659</id><published>2007-09-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:02.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my NUH experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm just..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;how do you deal with an issue that you cant seem to be practical and professional about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;rushing up and down NUH for the whole of 7 days.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(btw, the doctors in training now.. are.. somewhat ermm.. rather open. i mean i saw a few clad in mini dresses and trotting with their heels making it look like some drama serial shoot. All they need to do is just remove the sthetescope clingin on thier neck n there you have it.. an SPG! )&lt;/span&gt; made me see the silver lining.. of how i've always wanted to be the one that cures, well.. cures.. true enough.. but doctor's still arent miracle workers and they're not the one to determine how long want actually survives despite a patient being at a Stage 4 cancer. well, afterall.. you can be knocked down by a car or even die in your sleep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok.. i'm not getting all emo here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's like looking back.. i feel like really banging my head on the wall.. like why the hell was i crying over the countless A Maths paper that i flunked, over the boyfriend who betrayed and over Titanic.. ( for god sake, something appearing on screen can be that ALIVE huh?) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodness..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NUR LIYANA SAINE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there's more to life.. life has to go on despite anything that life throws at you. the cliche is always overused( semantically-- DUH!) that it loses the essences and you practically actually use it like a template to all the times you tried to console yourself( it doesnt work anyway!) and those times when you tried to be there for a friend. i'm sure you are able to relate to this. we're all humans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silver Lining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i used to question myself.. why i just cant seem to get reasonable grades during my science study days. it just doesnt make sense when the amount of work you put in does not equate to the results you get at the end. and there's always my father telling me, " Never question what fate decided for you." or else it wont be called fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I'm glad that the equation didnt work for me. Imagine i have to emphatize with each and every patient that i encounter and treat. Being me, i tend to build rapport easily thus how can i not crumble when my patient is at a terminal stage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being with my grandfather lately, made me realize how much i've taken things for granted and how i've spent my money blindly when i was workin as a form teacher and a tutor back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No doubt the temptation for retail therapy is there and will always be but, i've just recently extended my liabilities and shift my focus on other "adult" things. Since i can dare say i'm at a stage where i can handle the truth, so should my responsibility and capacity to make sound judgements and decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so, i'll be the 1st person that the hopsicle(it's how i like to call hospital) will call regarding any issues pertaining my grandfather. in fact, i'm like carrying 2 ic( mine n granpa's) with me where ever i go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im in such a dilemma now.. Project Maya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i wont know how will i will leave Singapore with a calm n clear mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ironically, Maya means love in Nepali.. and love means family to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvAMTj5sk-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/KrwF_NuiDtw/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111599107259798498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvAMTj5sk-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/KrwF_NuiDtw/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Behind the smile..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4440101373100584659?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4440101373100584659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4440101373100584659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4440101373100584659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4440101373100584659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-nuh-experience.html' title='my NUH experience.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RvAMTj5sk-I/AAAAAAAAAPc/KrwF_NuiDtw/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-316932053674728273</id><published>2007-09-13T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:24:34.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe i can, therefore i can.</title><content type='html'>ok.. this will be like one of the last entry before another update simply cuz i'll be moving out of the house. Yeah.. moving out of this ulu Serangoon.. yup.. this neighbourhood i call home for like 20 years of my life.. well.. not like i aint comin back.. but it's gonna be a while.. I'll be moving to Clementi.. will be stayin with Granny's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather.. admitted in hospital.. There's a tumourous growth in either his bladder or kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i go for the India trip in December?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much on my mind now. i am just praying for his well-being now. afterall, today marks the first day of the holy month of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm thinking long term, where now finances is an issue&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer afford to be blur and blonde about things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be able to support my grandparents, no, it's not that it's solely on me. My relatives are all chippin in. But on my part, the hours and effort runnin to the hospital, time for friends and dates( like i have any to begin), studies n project, my pre-expedition activites plus fund-raising, exams comin up..  and stayin at the granny's missing my home, bed n everything else. BAsically, my sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;this is all too much for me to handle..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm just gonna hold on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-316932053674728273?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/316932053674728273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=316932053674728273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/316932053674728273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/316932053674728273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-believe-i-can-therefore-i-can.html' title='I believe i can, therefore i can.'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-1715702934077530988</id><published>2007-09-07T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:03.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great E(nagagement) learning week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gosh.. i only got home at 6 in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ok.. first thing's first updates on my meeting up with the attachment( nette), girlfriend, shikeen and the smarty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Attachment! we r so improMtu can?? hahaha.. studying at Mac and there was an announcement by some guy who sounds like he's from outer space telling us to refrain from studying in the restaurant. haha.. golly.. hate to burst your bubble dude but.. do that and there'd be more staff than customers. i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can bet a mc spicy double on that o&lt;/span&gt;ne! wahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anyway.. ended up gawking at her bio text book.. gosh.. imagine.. i was suppose to be burying myself in that thing! haha.. i was reading my educational psycho text and funny thing.. haha.. i ended up doin a practical( is there sucha thing in this subject matter?) i tested everything on ma attachement and able to come up with deductions.. haha.. My deductions dat is.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we should do that again sometime.. but not when u havin a paper the next day though! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'll take at you when i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wake up facing the himalayas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah? muaccckkss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJYMIByZ4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/nHkcYGLGvMo/s1600-h/Forever+friends+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107741892728219522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJYMIByZ4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/nHkcYGLGvMo/s320/Forever+friends+(8).JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Smarty.. i can still taste the black pepper chicken at the tip of my tongue cannn??? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;smarty thinks i'm a lil different.. hmm.. hehe.. but in a good way dat is.. maybe it's called growing up weehee.. :) dun worry.. i'll come back in one piece! and yes.. if i see a shooting star, i'll make a wish for u k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shikeen.. my kindergarden bestfriend till today! gosh.. we go wayyyy back.. i feel so young each time you're in my company laa.. hehe.. so nice to talk about the good old days over at good old mac where w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJY8YByZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/tlxwb55r3UY/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107742721656907666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJY8YByZ5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/tlxwb55r3UY/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;e get to see all sorts of fashion.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;guys red skinny jeans r a NO-NO&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;stick to black alryte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the funny incident was went we were chilling by the MRt station.. the group of pathetic MAts.. gosh.. as shikeen n i were cam-whoring( well.. just me actually) they actually said something like.." Aiyoh.. both so pretty. fell in love with own kind ah.. wasteddddd" haha...*rollz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we going to buka/break fast together after ur prelims aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Miss Liza!! i swear this is one of those " i wanna bang my head on the wall" moment. i just finished tuition so i was like droppin by Xinghua Pri to pay Miss Liza a visit la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Security guard: ah... yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: erm.. i'm here to see a teacher..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Security guard: oh.. which teacher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Miss Liza.. Miss Liza Bte Rahmat.. she knows i'm coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Security: Girl.. Miss Liza Rahmat, this school the vice principal la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ah? * bangs head!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJaroByZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/mefLMujP0Yo/s1600-h/last+night+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107744632917354402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJaroByZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/mefLMujP0Yo/s200/last+night+(2).JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gosh... her office is like HUge-gantic can??? goodness.. we had some bugger food.. nice cathcing up wif her about the times i had.. like those insignificant crying over every A maths paper.. and how she was tryin to tell me Science isnt for me and all that.. she said " well.. i wanted to protected u from it but i figuered, you gotta experience it yourself right?.. see wad i mean now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: winks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i wanted to pay, she was like.. No.. no.. This time i pay.. Ur first pay cheque: fish n co alryte! Big Hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT night, i was freakin late to go for the hall bash @ zouk. had to cab down .. was really funny cuz i was talkin to the cab driver in chinese till we reach CTE he was like eh.. " ni malai ren ah?" hahahaha.. yeah.. like all taxi ride.. we talked about everything under the sun n moon. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness..last night, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;zouk was a *yawn*.. need i say more&lt;/span&gt;.. hop over to phuture.. was a lil better but aint amused.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Count on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kas!or poor club virgin anita would have a super bad 1st experience!!hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;feels good to not be the 1st one this time.. heezzz.. but we both are plannin to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;set a Clean Clubber Club. heeez!( thanks to Pump Room n not zouk!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we walked to clarke quay and head to pump room.. wanted to check out Arena but none of us wanted to spend a single penny more for just entrance! no way.. which reminds me.. we still have not paid priscilla.. yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.. i've learnt dat good looking guys who appear demure and shy when q-ing are NOT in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway they are to be once they get on the dancefloor.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.. Pump Room was really good.. i mean they played Sexy back, beep u know those kinda song that gets u dancing like there's no tomorrow.. den at intervals, the live band played great music like summer of 69, elevation by u2, raining men, i will survive, take on me etc.. and trust me, it certainly ROCKED the dancefloor. was one of the most greatest clubbin feel ive ever had. before we were about to leave, this live band actually said will all the teachers in the house raise their hands.. puzzled.. we just did.. and they have a song dedicated to all teachers.. awwwww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was snow patrol's chasing cars... great.. simply a great way to end the nite/mornin.. &lt;/div&gt;Photos r on friendster.. so lazy to upload here.. haha.. those R(A) ones.. haha.. err... no uploaded la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJwi4ByZ7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/BcpvQPv4Qm4/s1600-h/last+night+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107768671849310130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJwi4ByZ7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/BcpvQPv4Qm4/s200/last+night+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok liyana.. back to work! blah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-1715702934077530988?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1715702934077530988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=1715702934077530988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1715702934077530988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/1715702934077530988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-enagagement-learning-week.html' title='great E(nagagement) learning week..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RuJYMIByZ4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/nHkcYGLGvMo/s72-c/Forever+friends+(8).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3030023161010556992</id><published>2007-09-07T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:05:27.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out my closet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok..the time is now 7.49pm.. so i gotta leave the house by 8.30pm so dat i can actually be punctual( for once!) to reach tiong baharu ( or in Monica's language Tanjong Bahru!wahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well.. the fasting month is in a matter of days.. and here i am zouking out.. gosh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ok.. let's just keep it simple first.. posting of photos and details later but i'm making the effort to ensure that i meet all my loved ones before i leave for India.. yeah.. a lil too soon.. but hey.. we can always meet another time if.. time and schedule allows! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok. here goes. i was clearing my room cuz i'll be moving into my new room( used to be the dining room, though) okok.. then.. as i tawt.. i cleared my stuff.. there was another shelf that i have yet to rummage.. all the free Zo postcards.. haha... and then a neoprint i took with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; and the Raya card he wrote to me dated 2005, our 1st raya.. followed by snapshots of us during that festive occasion. the birthday card he wrote with a merely "happy birthday" last year despite us having gone our separate ways. .. and then, a birthday from &lt;em&gt;the bestie...&lt;/em&gt; gosh.. where it's all flirty pink and the hearts and the butterflies.. i cant help but to tear.. reading all these cards and letters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;then, i later as i explore this shelf of mine that seemed to be of a passage to memory lane.. i found the powerpuff figures Smarty got me as a motivation for the A's.. I found all my Science badges( i am a young zoologist, blah2.. btw, this nerd has the whole collection!!) and Super, Good and Great reader badges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha.. then, i found something blue and green!! oh !! hahaha.. ny butterfly g-strings that one of the ex-boyfriend gotten my while he was in Aussie.. man.. hahahaha... this is superb. i am cheered up already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;haha.. then.. the last thing i found was a postcard of a muscular hottie with lickable abs which was a motivation by my childhood girlfriend for my Promos in YJ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;see.... who said cleaning up is boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3030023161010556992?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3030023161010556992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3030023161010556992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3030023161010556992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3030023161010556992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/cleaning-out-my-closet.html' title='Cleaning out my closet..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3936667078930481219</id><published>2007-09-01T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:04.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so visible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After such a longggg silence.. here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's been a while since i actually sit down and blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now that i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there's so much to say that i dunno where to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well.. im still waitin for that babelicious Lenny to actually sent me those photos that we took while she was on course in NIE! It was great feeling to leave the house at 715 and reach school at like wad.. 800! haha.. who wouldnt want a super hot, like-minded, bitchy babe to drive u around at full speed so as to satisfy the tummy early morning! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;anyways.. my first presentation was ABOVE EXPECTATION! woohoo.. We managed to grapple the whole topic on Moral Ed. through various perspectives and we were told that we're great because we took the active approach by taking risks to spice up the presentation rather than to deliver it through the routine manner and approach! He also complimented us for dressing up and smelling nice! 3 cheers for all of us! thanks guys. although i joined the group for less than a week, we managed to be professional and went straight to work! i mean.. i never thought Miss-ever-so-distracted can ever stay 101% attentive for 9 hours with only 1 toilet break! hahaha.. *achievement, indeed!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now, i'm like looking at all the assignments that are dued by next week. i think it's best that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just sacrifice this weekend and clear them all so that i can dedicate my time to my Project Sikkim which is affectionately known as Project Long Live India! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I got the honour of leading a team of 20 to Gangtok, Sikkim- India this December for community service in a humble school and orphanage. yup.. i know how can miss accident-prone, dumb blonde be given such a responsibility. Well.. maybe i was just chosen cuz this will be my 4th Youth Expedition Project! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I think this will be one very important event in my life that it will take 372734738477427734827476374287349284 handsome young fair bespectacled guys or cam-whore sessions to actually forget about this expedition. speaking of which, i have not been cam-whoring ever since at grapevine and it was lenny who got me started.. even so.. i was unnatural..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;man.. something is really wrong with me, i mean i cant finish my meals, i keep forgetting to eat, i dont feel the urge to cam-whore, man... SOmething IS really wrong. anyhoos.. y i will nv ever forget this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. I'll be leading( well, i switched with my co-leader cuz we later found out that a leader needs to be 21 and above!) i'm not 21 yet! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. A team of people from diverse background and that i'm the 2nd youngest in the team. A man with a Master in Science who's already 40 is joining us and i'm sure he'll be an asset to the team. I believe everyone is an asset to the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. There will be no teachers or whoever to lead just me and my 1st lady( my leader- Celine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;4. Celine and i have decided to scrap the whole "ex-Co" as we feel that it brings nuttin but conflicts and trouble to the team. We'll call it " leaders in-charge" with both of us to be " leaders" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No such thing as superiority, everyone is a leader! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;5. I wanna prove to a particular soul who brought me down so hard to the ground as he said that " I don't know what i want in life and that I'm taking thing's lightly" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;6. I wont forget cuz i'll be missing Hari Raya Haji for the first time i wont be celebrating it a Raya with my beloved family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;7. I'll experience a whole new climate and environment where there'll be snow-capped mountains and breath-taking scenery to wake up to every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;8. I just have this feeling that it'll be one trip that i will never ever forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;oh.. Puteri Batrisya.. my 5-year-old princess has been callin me and trust me, she knows my handphone number at her fingertips! i miss that girl.. seriously.. she's like a mini me.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My personal life.. well at the rate i'm going.. it's just the unthinkable right now. I just gotta refrain myself from casting my hopes and runnin my emotions out. Call me selfish or even a female dog but I dont wanna get hurt ever again. maybe, it's time i let go of the past and let it remain in the past. i mean i'll only look back, if that's the direction i'm heading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, whatever that has happened, Happened. Full stop. I'm grateful with whatever that i have now and I've already learn to be contented with what i have and people who i really can treasure and appreciate and of cuz, that the world no longer revolves around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apart from the visible physical changes and appetite, i think those who know me very well then and to be in recent contact with me can see that "invisible" change that lies within me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well.. these are some of the pics in random order.. will publish more later when Lenny gets her royal ass on her lappie to sent it over to me! haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hard day at school.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlIxoByZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7EvDVfz7oV8/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105191669996873538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlIxoByZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7EvDVfz7oV8/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlJgYByZ2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NxefygUW8Os/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105192473155757922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlJgYByZ2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/NxefygUW8Os/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid ice mountain spoil my romantic evenin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called pure hard work! Things that make me singaporean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlJOIByZ1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KunGWISsjdw/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105192159623145298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlJOIByZ1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/KunGWISsjdw/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlH8oByZyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AQhfSTST-1Y/s1600-h/jas+n+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105190759463806754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlH8oByZyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/AQhfSTST-1Y/s320/jas+n+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                 A pic of bimbotic me n Mrs GOh like a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlINoByZzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HtLfrON3m6c/s1600-h/30+August+07+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105191051521582898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlINoByZzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HtLfrON3m6c/s320/30+August+07+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delighted Miss Liyana After her Moral Ed. Presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlJxYByZ3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8chqJLDHZjY/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105192765213534066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlJxYByZ3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8chqJLDHZjY/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. i was bored during some talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i found it so super cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is.. it is Andrew's Girlfriend's pencilcase..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3936667078930481219?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3936667078930481219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3936667078930481219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3936667078930481219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3936667078930481219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-so-visible.html' title='Not so visible?'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RtlIxoByZ0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/7EvDVfz7oV8/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3464679883189485359</id><published>2007-08-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:34:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Cheers for Lynna-a-Licious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh My God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's like.. 4.19 am in the morning and i'm still on my computer! eyes glued to the screen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;was feeling the lethargy hours ago around 12 to 1 but the mood just fly outta window i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am pretty up and about now researching on content for my presentation that is like 1 day away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Was at Ling2's plc from 1pm to around 10.30pm! And ppl.. i had only one toilet break! haha.. I never stayed up so late and got occupied by a project to such an extent in MY ENTIRE life! haha.. not even for PW which was suppose to contribute what like 5 % to my A level results.. but you know what.. it's so insignificant actually! really.. hahahaaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, her 3 storey semi-d is well equipped man! we had our meeting in a Japanese- themed room where there's even a projector for us to actually really practise for our presentation. Her parents were treating us like royal subjects by serving prata and curry for lunch. For a Chinese to cook such a dish,  Goodness it was sooo good that i think it shall put lotsa Muthu, Raja and Samy to shame! haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dinner was all good too.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Considering the fact that i just joined the group not even for like a week but i'm glad i was "destined" to this group as all of us could sort out our differences and deep down all of us had a common goal of giving it our best by doing all out~! Great job guys! *pats on the back* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was once NOT distracted and i didnt even crack a single lame joke till the last few minutes before we pack and leave. I was so focused like an Olympus SLR! ( err.. that's a camera right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i was serious in my work!! i actually work round the clock!!! speaking of that i didnt even cam-whore or snap random pictures today! Trust me, i was THAT engrossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.C.H.I.E.V.E.M.E.N.T. of the decade!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Great.. now i'm only left with my 3 minute reflection section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!I'll perhaps just continue it in the train tomorrow! need to catch some sleep man.. wait.. what sleep? nap i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3464679883189485359?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3464679883189485359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3464679883189485359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3464679883189485359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3464679883189485359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-cheers-for-lynna-licious.html' title='3 Cheers for Lynna-a-Licious!!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4745460151648494010</id><published>2007-08-24T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:19.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! i'm having a crush all over again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rs7aOYByZxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sWPx7TOAj9g/s1600-h/my+crush.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102255368360322834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rs7aOYByZxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sWPx7TOAj9g/s320/my+crush.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was having one of those days where someone- just- bug- you- with- things- that- you- really -dont- give- a- flying- fark- about mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just happened to be on my Comfy L-chair and... taadaa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;---i'm just so so so so so so in love with this guy from TV.&lt;/div&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel like a secondary school girl all over again can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my kinda guy&lt;/span&gt;.. the guy that will make me go weak in the knees just at first glance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok.. say whatever you wanna say.. but i just have this thing for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fair guys in specs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean.. the whole clean guy image and that look.. gosh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried to google him to to no avail.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even the pic of him in specs i cant get..*shudders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.. just as always.. a crush is a crush.. meant to be crushed, anyway! haha.. it'll be over in a matter of days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10173737-4745460151648494010?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4745460151648494010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4745460151648494010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4745460151648494010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4745460151648494010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-im-having-crush-all-over-again.html' title='yay! i&apos;m having a crush all over again..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rs7aOYByZxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/sWPx7TOAj9g/s72-c/my+crush.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-3726969576068014286</id><published>2007-08-23T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T06:51:58.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aint it funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my itchy fingers just started to want to rant something on ma bloggie.. but i have no idea what to type simply cuz the kids practically sucked up our( oh ya, went with ma group mate Shaheena) energy. Today, there were so many cases la.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;1. Splinter- some wood piece went into Kai Ting's  finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;2. Melvin wet his pants.. again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. A boy has stomachache and 8 other kids tagged along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;4. Pei Ru ran around the field and hit the rock-hard fence and ended with a HUGE bump on her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;+++++.. too tired to list all of em..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;my gratitude to Mdm Norsena for bein such a sweetheart by letting me film her P4 Malay Moral Education lesson. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;and all the others who made it possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sha was surprised at how i was talking to my principal( We are each other's lifesaver anyway!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Mrs Lim even said to her, " eh, make sure this girl studies ah!!" haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When i was conducting the survey some teachers or should i say collegue find that I'm so serious now.. haha.. i guess everyone never did take me seriously cuz of my nature. but hey, when i mean business i MEAN business! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;eh.. doesnt this count as a blog entry already? wakaka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;nvm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;the point actually was i was actually readin my Big sis's LJ and.. what she wrote was EXACTLY wad i am feeling!!! i love u so much Lenny! mwahh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;From the plastic smile herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i sometimes feel pretty lonely... sad aint it??? it's like, somehow, i've lost interest in lovey dovey shyt... maybe past experiences play a part???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i used to b attracted or attract d wrong kind of boys/guys... at least d wrong kind for me la... but now, i've seen "d world", i know what i want... but somehow, d one that i want, d kind that i want, somehow isnt there... or maybe he is there, but i just dont see it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is it weird of me to look forward to outings n chilling out sessions wif gfs rather than a date wif a hot or mildly hot dude??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n it's happening very very often...m i one of those who's gonna end up buying my own place when i'm 35, living alone with my 101 cats till d day i die???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*shudders* d thought of that kinda scares me... but then, at least i'll b rich... haha...but no, i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not gonna b desperate, n go out looking for love... let love find me... for now, i'm contented to have d love from family and true friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( all hail to the ice queen!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-3726969576068014286?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3726969576068014286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=3726969576068014286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3726969576068014286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/3726969576068014286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/aint-it-funny.html' title='aint it funny'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-4834180782350178335</id><published>2007-08-22T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:01:41.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLearing the air..</title><content type='html'>well.. the song " why do all good things come to an end?" is playin on my head as i type this entry. I mean it's like.. geez. i dunno man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, i feel that i may have overacted over the 7 years-of-friendship_ versus_ the summer love issue. My apologies for that.. like i said this incident had made me fall hard.. as in really hard.. And it's not like I am not that human to have no reactions to actually give up my friendship over a guy. It's just against my principles to just lose a friend over a guy. simply cuz of the mundane and day to day where a guy walks into my life only as.. a pitstop( should i say that?)&lt;br /&gt;But none the less, I'm not saying that i have any regret meeting anyone in my life. It's just that. . There is a meaning to whatever that happened and that is happening this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me, "The Best Gift anyone can ever ask for is:the present"  As in this present moment. How you are today is a result of your fall/failure/rise/achievement yesterday. And Today is how you can determine your future/destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I only have me, myself and i.. I dunno if i can trust anyone. I may just wanna choose to be that blonde who's the happy-go-merry to people around. WHo needs to know what's really happening anyway? since its just me myself and i from now.. till.. that very one who complements me come in to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bestie/ex-bestie/you-know-who-you-are,&lt;br /&gt;I, Nur Liyana Binte Saine, apologize for my irrational behaviour for having to publicly announce this whole issue on my blog and having people to have misjudge you. You did not steal my man. I mean I cant lose what i never had! I wasnt even wif him for god's sake. The mis-interpretation of it comes from " Why didnt you just tell me or drop hints so that i can like take it with an open mind and just move on?" " Instead, you two dropped the bomb on National Day morning TOGETHER! maybe he did drop hints to me, but i was just oblivious.. but u didnt apart from just "why did u have that dream?" and "i know what you see in him" I have no intention to make anyone look bad in this whole scenario. It's a HUGE misunderstanding. I am not saying that i never cherish and treasure the friendship we had but like i said, i have issues that i have to deal myself. It's about time i don't hide behind anyone's back anymore for protection. as the malay saying goes, berani buat, berani tanggung- which is, you do something and you gotta bear the consequences. I choose not to sit down and have closure coz the last time i had closure i felt full of regret. You text me n suggest to have proper closure.. so closure.. which means.. OVER ryte? It's not that i wanna runaway from the issue nor wanna give up on the friendship, u see.Being indecisive that i am, i wanna make sure i got it right this time. So,there on my part i have nothing left to say. Please just drop this issue. Nothing is lost and Nothing is gained alryte?... It's just one whole big understanding. You have your life to lead with your other half now. since you're complete. This issue is not worth to be raised and it will just bug u and me and maybe him. so just cut me out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it's not easy typing this out while controlling my emotions. But i gotta do it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand. or at least try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this is the last time i'm gonna have to talk about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-4834180782350178335?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4834180782350178335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=4834180782350178335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4834180782350178335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/4834180782350178335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/clearing-air.html' title='CLearing the air..'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/R3x7lk_InnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/EA1XIEr7elc/S220/DSC00116.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173737.post-547116772725547973</id><published>2007-08-21T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:56:19.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye Miss Procastinator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rsrx1oByZuI/AAAAAAAAANs/_Ge3VjWz26s/s1600-h/avatar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101155431530784482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rsrx1oByZuI/AAAAAAAAANs/_Ge3VjWz26s/s200/avatar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whoa.. information overload oR wad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodness.. this has been like a hell of a start due to some timetable arrangement earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like I've got So much of work!! That simply just keeps piling up i guess.. i'm supposed to be in a group that is suppose to present some time in October ! and.. taadaa my lecturer dropped the bomb by tellin me i'll be joinin the group that is presenting like.. err... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEXT WEEK!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and it's like i was preparing research notes for this topic on moral education and since my group will be presenting, i cant use it for my personal reflection! geezzzzzzzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really gotta start working hard and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drop this get-home-on-computer-and-only-realize-hours-later- that-i-have-not-done-any-work!! well.. this has to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD-BYE MISS PROCASTINATOR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;simply cuz i realize i'm surrounded by discreet muggers!! goodness.. i guess this is somewhat a wake up call for me to u know.... STUDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101156758675678962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/RsrzC4ByZvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/134DtQNuNN0/s320/jones-tones-smart%2520blonde_300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hmmm... nice, cute shirt don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i gotta learn my IT stuff and not keep on depending on people!! i hope that it's just a habit of me to just go blur in school since a habit is a practice that i CAN change!! I gotta stop my this very pair of eyes of roaming and scanning around the library/lecture theatre when someone walks in/out and even just drop a pin! i'm just so what-fuck-everly distracted ALWAYS! it's so Fringgin Annoying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101157931201750786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bQBpN-G27Gs/Rsr0HIByZwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BEdlsFgcW7A/s320/blonde_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If she can do it.. so can I!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess.. i'll only update this bloggie of mine when there is a need to!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look at it this way.. i just told myself.. just one hour on the computer and i end up using 1 and a half already as i am typing this.. goodness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS has to go! i SWEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10173737-547116772725547973?l=lynnalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/547116772725547973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10173737&amp;postID=547116772725547973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/547116772725547973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10173737/posts/default/547116772725547973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-bye-miss-procastinator.html' title='Good-Bye Miss Procastinator!'/><author><name>Nur Liyana Saine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12488645035120564786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schem
