<?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-12272660</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:40:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~me &amp; my world~</title><subtitle type='html'>~Just a simple,complicated me, in a not so simple, complicated world..~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>382</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2840092355492531200</id><published>2009-09-12T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:44:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>030909</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" border="0" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/XImL3j4557eQDHZrO7FUbQ/photos/1M/300x300/2262/CUsersKhairuzamaniDesktopLinda-PhotosSayang-Birthdayiftar09.jpg?et=vksaahP0ap9jpGm%2C6svM3A&amp;nmid=0" width="232" height="196"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2261"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" border="0" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/3dlhLZsCIAmVgpEu-OzfPw/photos/1M/300x300/2261/CUsersKhairuzamaniDesktopLinda-PhotosSayang-Birthdaypudding.jpg?et=PULlzid2aq56%2Bn2NhFH6sg&amp;nmid=0" width="264" height="194"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2261"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My birthday surprise started a lil earlier during iftar with the wonders where i was presented with a home made bread and oreo pudding by Rohaya as my cake with a big candle on top of it.Thank yous ladies :)&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the day itself, i would like to believe that the first person to wish me happy birthday was my husband, at the stroke of midnight, just that i was deeply asleep and he had to tell me that again during sahur that morning.. hehe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While at work, my colleagues came over to my desk and sang me a birthday song. I realised that this time it was louder, coz compared to previous years, our company had grown quite a bit. I was caught by surprise as my work station is facing the wall and and i had my ears plugged to RIA as they had started playing hari raya songs, and i was unaware that they were all sneaking up behind me and sang and presented me my little gifts. Say hello to Bobbi Brown make up kit (thanks Aidah, i love it!) and a gift set frm The Body Shop from the whole office. Picture below was taken with my accounts department. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2263"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" border="0" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/kTRU55OuQGNc2SWjE7d2Qg/photos/1M/300x300/2263/CUsersKhairuzamaniDesktopLinda-PhotosSayang-Birthdayoffice1.jpg?et=RhVN0o8jC%2CQW01F%2BeXrE2A&amp;nmid=0" width="218" height="284"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2264"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" border="0" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/DKqr5LSksEy1EnuqEvxTwA/photos/1M/300x300/2264/CUsersKhairuzamaniDesktopLinda-PhotosSayang-Birthdayoffice-2.jpg?et=WZHFUHZm6CR50kI3uznBnA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;That evening, we broke our fast with something light before Mr K brought us to Swenson. As usual, i had my fav salmon baked rice. The firehouse ice cream is on the house and then Mr K asked me to close my eyes and presented me with these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2264"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/aogVsZFbfbSjuNtFnxntPw/photos/1M/300x300/2259/CUsersKhairuzamaniDesktopLinda-PhotosSayang-BirthdayResizedMy-Bday-8.jpg?et=4zZlBfCEVDRhX0XwNBoq5Q&amp;nmid=0"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/2262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new watch! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" border="0" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/tRoU3tM33Ax3WLw7x2H3Ig/photos/1M/300x300/2252/CUsersKhairuzamaniDesktopLinda-PhotosSayang-BirthdayResizedMy-Bday-12.jpg?et=DjAmjPHmM36ykx1Wu13ZEA&amp;nmid=0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A new camera!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you so much sayang! The camera is gorgeous in red! Thank you for making my 3rd September a memorable one :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;And thank you for all the overwhelming amount wishes and messages i received that day on facebook and through sms that day. That really made my day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;My 3rd September this year definitely is a lot better than my 3rd September last year where i spent my birthday till close to 10pm in the office clearing my audit. And yeah, Mr K was with me too in the office, together with 2 of my other colleagues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2840092355492531200?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2840092355492531200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2840092355492531200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2840092355492531200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2840092355492531200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2009/09/030909.html' title='030909'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-491258829627405442</id><published>2009-07-24T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:23:32.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey that was cut short too soon, but an entry too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 May 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we decided. No, Mr K decided that we should drop by the nearest pharmacy and get that kit. He insist that i should at least give it a try to have some kind of confirmation. So right after work, we headed to Centrepoint and randomly chose a kit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr K had been having those kinda symptoms - headaches and nauseousness while i, on the other hand felt nothing. Just once when we got our house keys 4 days back and we decided to have dinner outside with our agent cum friend, i had difficulties staying awake and it was only 10 pm. Since i felt normal, i did not suspect anything apart from missing those monthly period once in April. However, since Mr K was the one who did not feel good he insisted that i should try and give that kit a shot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night i was nervous. I did not want to try it. I did not want to pee on that stick, but Mr K kept asking me countlessly if had done it. He insisted i went for it. We had to wait for 20 minutes before the result were out. After i did it, i did not want to look at it. I put it back in the box and brought it to our room and we shoved it under our bed. The lines that appear in the windows would somehow or rather determine the answer to our curiosity. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time is up. It was 11.09 pm. "You go and open it," i said handing the box to him. "No, you open it," and passed the box back to me. "Ok, lets take a look at it together," he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next thing i remembered, he was screaming out loud and jumping up and down, while i was was staring at the kit, looking for a plus sign in one of the windows. "What are you doing? Aren't we suppose to be looking for a plus sign or something to show that its positive?" I asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"No, u just need to see 2 lines appear in both windows. Sayang, we are gonna be parents! We are going to have a baby! Alhamdulillah!" he explained and rushed out to tell his sleeping sister and sleeping parents before coming back to call 2 of our close friends (a mummy and a mummy to be, you know who you are) and his cousin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was still not convinced. Was that kit that we randomly select from the pharmacy accurate enough? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are we really having a baby?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;23 May 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One week after Mr K's reservist,(and another week to go), we decided to pay my family doctor a visit. Its been a while since i last saw her and we told her of the news and she got excited and began asking us questions. Then she made me lie down and felt my tummy and exclaimed, "Its confirmed, i can feel it, its quite big, so from the date that you gave me u might be already 3 months and your first trimester is over." She fixed an appointment with a gynae and we were to meet our gynae in 10 days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She advised me to take good care of myself and that any pain or if i had even the slightest bleeding, i should immediately consult a doctor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apparently when we went back and i was recalculating my dates i realised that i had given her a wrong date and based on that calculation, i should only be 8 weeks, so that means my first trimester is still not over and i went back to my family doctor and asked her for folic acid tablets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 June 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had our first appointment today at 9 am. We met our gynae, Dr Jeanette Chen, at her clinic, located at Thomson Medical Centre (TMC). Friendly and bubbly gynae she is. Again, she asked us the same questions that we were asked at the clinic and she estimated that i was at my 9th week today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She did a scan, there it was. A tiny little human being (well, i couldn't figure out where it was initially), then she showed us the heartbeat, a tiny heart that was beating very fast and the best part of today's visit was when we heard the thump-a-thumping of our baby's heartbeat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Subhanallah. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Masya Allah. It was amazing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then Dr Chen alerted us on something that was staring at us at the screen. We saw 2 big roundish things. According to her, those were cysts. From the scan, we could see 2 which was about 7 cm each. She explained to us a little about cysts, there's good cysts, there's bad cysts, which could be cancerous. She fixed another detailed scan to be done one level down and we were to give her the report.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3 cysts. One small one and 2 big ones. A brief explanation were given, options laid out, decisions to be made later. Currently, nothing much could be done to the cysts as i was still in my first trimester and the size of our baby is still very small.  We have an option of either to remove them or just to leave it. The only time to remove the cysts is between 14 weeks to 15 weeks when the baby is bigger and is more stable. At the back of my head i knew and had decided that i was not going have anything removed from my body. The only thing that is coming out from me will be our baby when the time comes in January 2010.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Other that those, Dr Chen said we have nothing much to worry about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had our second appointment fixed 3 weeks later.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; 2.5hours later, with too much information overloaded, a picture of our baby,  a hospital tour, and a diaper bag full of goodies, we left TMC had a quick lunch at Secret Recipe and i went back to work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;16 June 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Work had been ok in the past week, with the occasional dizzy spells coming and going. I have been eating, but not much. I felt hungry but at the same time, I started to have problems finishing my food. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That night, while we made our payment for our tv, i felt a slight pain in my tummy. I thought i was just tired and brushed off any negatives thoughts and concluded that it was just stitch, u know the feeling u get when u run too much, yup stitch. We've been walking a lot anyway.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I felt something was not right, when we got back. I had some spotting. It was dark. I panicked and told Mr K, who then asked my mother in law. "It was normal, don't worry ok?" He told me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was not satisfied. I turned on the laptop and we googled it up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dark brown spotting during pregnancy is normal and nothing to worry about. Its just old blood that emits from your body as your baby gets bigger. Unless its fresh blood - which shows that something new is happening in your body, you should consult your gynae immediately&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remembered those paragraph word by word. Mr K convinced me it was normal, then we went to sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 June 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I woke up and as usual, showered and got ready for work. Those dark spotting are still coming out. I could feel it, and i didn't want to look at it. As i was praying, i felt a lump. I felt uncomfortable, i felt worried.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was fresh blood. I remembered the paragraph that i read last night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was restless. Mr K sensed my restlessness and asked me if i was alright. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I burst into tears and told him. We both panicked. We were in shock. We didn't know what to do. We decided to visit our gynae. However, since the clinic is opened only at 9 am, we decided that we both go to work first as i need to settle some stuff in the office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon reaching office, i told my HR that i would be taking urgent leave. I did my stuff, called up my gynae and told her what happen (i was beginning to bleed more) and was told to come by her clinic immediately. I left the office 20 minutes to 10, met my husband and rushed to TMC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although Dr Chen was busy that morning - her clinic was crowded, i was put on priority and was led to see her. She did the necessary, did the scan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both Mr K and i were extremely relieved to see our baby moving actively in my womb. Alhamdulillah. Our baby is enjoying the little space, doing its stunts waving hands and kicking legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Baby is fine, we can see how active baby is, and here's the heartbeat. However, you are already dilated and its a good thing that you came here immediately coz if you move around too much, there's chances that you might deliver coz the baby is still very small."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I cried when i heard that. We could have lost this one. Alhamdulillah, we did not. I was glad that i called up and come immediately to see our gynae and not wait till our appointment which is just 5 days later. We heard a new word today. Polyps, another problem that was harmless and maybe that's was caused the bleeding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was told not to move around too much I was told to rest. And since i was bleeding quite heavily, Dr Chen made the arrangements for us to go to KKH Emergency and consult one of the doctors Dr Ben, there to monitor my condition, and advised for me to stay in KKH for observation. I was not allowed to walk out from her clinic, i was put on a wheelchair and push to the taxi stand to go over to KKH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Since it was an emergency, i didn't know what to think, how to think. Why do i need to KKH emergency again? I didn't know. I couldn't think. I was just sad. And extremely worried. Oh it was because i was dilated and i need to rest and something else. I didn't know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At KKH, more scans were done. By the doctor, by the senior doctor. And we waited for the report.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Again the cysts were brought up. Again, the same options were laid before us and again, i do not want them removed. Let's just get on with the pregnancy and look out for any unbearable pains - the risk involved when the cysts twist, turn burst, should that happen, an emergency op would have to be done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was advised to be warded for a week, but if my bleeding reduced, i could go home the next day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 June 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah, i was discharged today. I was given 2 weeks hospitalisation leave and was told to rest at home. A follow up visit to the doctor and a scan was scheduled on 7 July 2009.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 June 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our second appointment with Jeneatte Chen. I was better. Still bleeding, but reduced. We saw our baby again, heard the heartbeat. Baby was growing bigger and fine. Alhamdulillah. We had other baby related tests/scans done today would come back the following week. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 July 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Again, appointment with Jeneatte Chen. Again, we were awed when we saw our baby. Saw and heard the heartbeat, but baby was just resting quietly in my womb, kicking its legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 July 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were already staying in our home for 3 days now. I was alone at home after Mr K went to work. I was sweeping the kitchen floor and i spoke to our baby while sweeping.  Mr K and I had been talking our baby every morning and each night before we go to sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today was our follow up scan at KKH after my discharge. A follow up scan to monitor the baby and the cysts. Its like dejavu all over again. Same scan, different person to scan me up but the same senior doctor to verify.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She did the scan. It was quite long. Then she called er colleague "to confirm". They were discussing something. I did not ask them anything coz i know the reply would be. That they will produce a report and my doctor will explain to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was asked how many weeks was i at. 13 and a half weeks, i replied. I was asked when was the last scan done. "Just last week, 1 July," i replied. "Was all fine last week?" They asked. "Everything's fine, baby's fine, heartbeat were heard as normal" i replied happily.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Close to an hour later, the scan was complete and i could leave the room and look for Mr K who was waiting for me outside, The report will be out in an hour and we need to register to meet with Dr Ben.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The waiting was like a lifetime. It took us almost 1.5 hours before we met him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We couldn't wait. Finally it was our turn to see Dr Ben.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We was greeted by he soft spoken doctor. He asked how i was or if i had suffered any pain or any heavy bleeding. Nope, no pain, just slight bleeding which i had grown accustomed to since the last discharge from KKH.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Okay, Arlinda, from the report here, it shows that there has been a slight reduction in size of your cysts."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's good right? I thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And he continued.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"And based on this report, they could not detect the hearbeat of the baby..."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Silence. I thought my heart stopped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I stared at him blankly. I turned to look at my husband who was seated behind me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I looked back at the doctor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"What does that mean?" I asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"I'm sorry to inform you but your baby did not make it.Your baby's hearbeat had stopped and that you had a miscarriage, and this report and the scan was done and verified by our most senior doctor and.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I cut in, "But i did not feel any pain, my bleeding reduced and there was no symptoms, how could that happened?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were told that these could happen although it was very rare, and that there was no explanation as to why it happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The baby was still in my womb, but with no heartbeat. I had a lifeless baby in me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I could no longer speak, and my husband took over the conversation.  What actually happened, why, how and when it happened could not be determined. Dr Ben explained to us calmly what are the next steps to be taken, and the options.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was only last week we saw our baby. And today we were told we lost our baby. We did not even know exactly when. We did not know the gender.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both my husband and i were in denial. We did not want to believe the report. We did not want to believe what we heard. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dr Ben contacted my gynae and told her what happened and arranged for an appointment with her the following morning for us to seek a second opinion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We left KKH around 6 and went straight back to our home. Mr K called up his parents and my parents and a close friend to inform them of the news.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 July 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yesterday was a shocking day for us. Our family came over to our place all of them with a worried and sad look on their faces. They consoled us and kept saying that things happened for a reason.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During breakfast this morning, Mr K told me of his dream last night. He said that in his dream, we had a lot of visitors in our home. I asked him why and what was he doing. He said he was holding our baby, a baby boy. I asked him what was our baby doing. He said that our baby was all wrapped up in a white cloth. Our conversation ended with bot of us crying. We had been crying too much within this 2 days. He went off to work and i would fetch him at 11 to see our gynae.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At TMC our gynae did the scan. There on the screen, we saw our baby. Our baby lying quietly in my womb. Dr Chen zoomed in to the heartbeat. We saw no heartbeat. We heard no heartbeat. Our baby is gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dr Chen explained to us just like what Dr Ben mentioned. The next step to be taken. I had to go for an op eventually. An op to evacuate my baby and at the same time to remove the 3 cysts. She arranged for an appointment with Dr Ben the following morning to arrange for a schedule for the operation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 July 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We met Dr Ben today, sign the papers and i was admitted that afternoon. Dr Ben managed to arrange for my operation at 8.30 am the next morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr K stayed by my side till i'm warded and had to leave for work. He had to go back home to take my stuff and came back in the evening. My family and in laws came. The worse part for today was when i was given 2 bottles of laxative to drink within 4 hours apparently to remove my bowels. The taste was horrible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In between during the day i had doctors came to explain what will happen during the op. I would be put on general anesthesia and would be unconscious throughout the op.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 July 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the day. I woke up early to pray. By 6:15 am, a doctor came to insert a pill which would help open up my cervix during the op to evacuate the baby.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband came at 7 am. He helped me got ready with the operating gown. He said, "When you're out of the operating room later, i want you to look out for me and smile at me."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was scared. I was sad. I was worried. I knew he shared the same feelings too. I knew he was trying hard not to show it. And i was trying hard not to show it to him too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A nurse came and wheel me out of the ward at 7:45 am to the operating theater (OT). As soon as my husband was out of my sight, I started crying throughout and she was kind and consoled me saying that this operation is to help me get better and that i will be alright. I had to wait for a while and was made to lie down. I cried continuously and i tried to calm myself down by reciting whatever surahs that i could think of. I was still crying when its time to wheel my bed out of the waiting area to the OT. Three nurses covered in masks consoled me on the way out. I saw lots of doctors, but i did not see Dr Ben. I had one person after another asking for my name and my I/C number. I was then being put on the anesthetic needle. Not painful as i thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I felt giddy. The ceiling started to turn. The anesthesia was taking effect. I couldn't open my eyes for too long coz everything seemed to turn. I managed to see a digital clock nearby, very clearly despite not having my glasses on. It showed 0820 hr.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My bed was pushed further and i saw those big lamps that i always see on tv shows like ER. I was transferred onto another bed and they began to put all sort of things on me.. some wires which they said was to monitor my heartbeat and the last thing i remembered was when they told me that they are putting on the oxygen mask.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was woken up by a gentle pat on my arm. I opened my eyes and i saw someone covered in mask. I heard what he said very clearly. I recognised that voice. It was Dr Ben's voice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Arlinda, this is Dr Ben. The operation was successful and the cysts we removed were not cancerous. We will now move you back to your ward." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I looked around me, my vision were not clear as i do not have my glasses on. I was looking out for any symptoms of pain. I did not feel any. I was transferred to another bed, i felt a bearable pain on my tummy. I tried looking at myself down. I still looked the same, i had the same gown on. And i had some kind of special socks on my legs (to improve blood circulation they said) Another doctor passed me a little button and told me to press. I pressed it once. "Arlinda, this is morphine, a painkiller that could help you relieve your pain and u can press the morphine anytime should u feel any pain. From 1-5, is your level of pain now is about 2?" I nodded. I felt pain, but bearable pain. She told me to press the morphine button again and i just did as told. In my head i thought, what kind of pain are we talking about here?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was wheeled out of the OT to my ward. I was looking for my husband. I could not find him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I asked the person who wheeled out for the time. It was 12:45 pm. It was close to 1. I was in the OT for 4 hours. Perhaps my husband was off for Friday prayers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shortly after,my husband came in and gave i him a smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was feeling extremely sad. I knew he was too. The operation was successful, Alhamdulillah, but our baby is gone. Forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Al-Fatehah to our child. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Allah works in a mysterious way and Allah knows what's best for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-491258829627405442?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/491258829627405442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=491258829627405442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/491258829627405442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/491258829627405442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2009/07/journey-that-was-cut-short-too-soon-but.html' title='The journey that was cut short too soon, but an entry too long.'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4855330528720489224</id><published>2009-03-13T19:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:02:58.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My husband called me up while i was in the office telling me to go and check my email.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I did so, and i saw an email from him with the subject as "Your pic".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And so, this is how i look like..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbplGgoKCswAADKYRYk1/Linda.jpg?et=iePMgiSe1MInplBd2M4Mzw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cantik tak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4855330528720489224?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4855330528720489224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4855330528720489224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4855330528720489224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4855330528720489224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-pic.html' title='My Pic?'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3557453050294604790</id><published>2009-01-16T10:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:19:41.581+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mr K had been waiting ansiously for  this day to come. He's been busy preparing all the necessary running errands here and there in between his busy schedule as his full-time day job and meetings with the other partner in crime for this day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally 15 January came and my husband and his partner from Rolz Experiment with Reenz Bridal had their booth set up in Hall 6 Singapore Expo for the Mega Express Wedding Expo where they will be showcasing their best works in wedding photography. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was great to see friends coming down to lend a helping hand and definitely wonderful to have our friends and family members who visited whether to know more about the packages offered or simply giving morale support.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day one had passed by and reponse have been good so far, Alhamdulillah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will be there, on all 4 days, but not throughout though, to have the feel and enjoy the atmosphere to be the one behind the booth, instead of just being the consumer of this event and also to indirectly show my support to the partners apart from helping out with whatever i can on the little bits and pieces, here and there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come by at the Mega Express Wedding Expo at Singapore Expo, Hall 6, and i do hope to bump into more familiar faces. The booth is located directly opposite the stage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To my dearest husband of Khai Fotoatelier, Hairolz from Rolz Experiment and Reez from Reenz Bridal, hope you have a wonderful time at the expo and may what you do prosper in the near time to come, Insya-Allah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: There's also a mega John Little sale at Hall 5 and i see Charles and Keith boots selling at $9!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3557453050294604790?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3557453050294604790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3557453050294604790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3557453050294604790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3557453050294604790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2009/01/expo.html' title='The Expo'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4159597585626119624</id><published>2008-12-28T19:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:09:23.250+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam maal hijrah 1430</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time checked, what or rather when was my last entry? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, my new phone entry on.. November 11.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That wasn't too long ago wasn't it? Of course, there were many incidents on that new phone such that it was replaced with another new phone within that last entry and now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its the new year already based on the Islamic calender. Alhamdulllah we are already in Muharram 1430H.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There were so many entries that i had failed to update such as my first Ramadhan, my first birthday, my first Syawal and Mr K's birthday, with me being a missus to my husband. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVeRGwoKCswAAEIAazs1/PA010041.jpg?et=Rk%2C%2CarlMhhMbEaUE3olcvw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About our short trip to KL during the Deepavali weekend and recently, to  Malacca.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVhl7woKCswAAFHnVyA1/PC140029.JPG?et=ELlnbMa0Cl5sbYfKYCh5%2BA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About the birth of the next generation of the wonders.. Our baby.. oops, i mean, Shahida and Saiful's baby, Aniq Shahin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVho2QoKCswAAB5NI0g1/aniq-n-boys.jpg?et=JmZSxmP9FvN4woFu8Il4Lg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About the reunion with my secondary school mates..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SVhn5AoKCswAAAl0SLc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVhn5AoKCswAAAl0SLc1/PC200078.JPG?et=xGOZzUiKIPjy7Co6p0LRuQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About the first nephew/son/grandchild of the family engagement..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SVhoIwoKCswAABEDlXg1/PC250111.JPG?et=9a7DIdRWYObdZ25enKbqsQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, i just have to mentioned one that i think was worth mentioning here coz i think it was really, really thoughtful and sweet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was, kinda unwell on Christmas day with my stomach cramps that was unusually bad and lasted unusually long. I've never had such cramps that lasted me for 3 solid days, which of course left both my families and husband feeling worried.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I couldn't move around much and had to be in bed most of the time. Any slight movement or a little cough or laugh would trigger a sharp pain in my abdomen.  I thought i was alright after popping 2 panadols on Christmas morning, but the pain came back in the late afternoon. This was also the day where the my first  nephew who is also the first son and the first grandson of the family got engaged, and there  i was looking like a sicko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I slept throughout the day and popped another 2 pills in he evening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband was worried for me and checked my temperature and i was having fever, so, on the morning of boxing day both me and my husband visited the nearby clinic situated at the void deck of my in-laws.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor said that the pain was prolonged due to the aches from my fever and my cramps and that there's not much that i should be worried. Then he started mentioning about about ectopic pregnancy which could be one of the suspects, and got us worried. But he reassured me and my husband that it wasn't that, alhamdulillah. And i'm gonna leave it just at that. Of course i had a million what if-s going on through my head which left me wondering and restless and thinking and made me more worried than i ever was. I've got an mc for a day and spend the whole day resting and sleeping.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My husband, too, took the day off to look after me. He cooked me porridge and stayed with me by my side the whole day apart from having to perform Friday prayers.He bought me my favourite fish soup rice after his prayers and made sure that i had my rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know the thoughtful and sweet part that i mentioned earlier. That was it. My husband. Staying at home and being with me by my side throughout. Thank you for taking care of me, sayang :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think i am feeling much better now. I just need to work out more and stay healthy and eat healthy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another exciting event coming up next will be Rohaya's themed hen's party. I'm still trying to figure out on what to wear. Definitely something to look forward to within this few weeks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Till then, pictures will be uploaded soon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Salam Maal Hijrah 1430 and may our families be blessed in this brand new year and hello 2009! Another short week ahead yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4159597585626119624?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4159597585626119624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4159597585626119624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4159597585626119624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4159597585626119624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/12/salam-maal-hijrah-1430.html' title='Salam maal hijrah 1430'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4521176178615016378</id><published>2008-11-11T18:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:49:46.587+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My E71</title><content type='html'>I am actually typing this entry from my new E71! How cool is that? I can even view pictures here :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving it! Thank you hubby for getting me this gorgeous phone!&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4521176178615016378?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4521176178615016378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4521176178615016378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4521176178615016378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4521176178615016378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-e71.html' title='My E71'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2918767493751550812</id><published>2008-11-04T13:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:41:40.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I knew I must go watch the movie after seeing the trailer on tv for the fist time in Perth about 3 years ago. However it was during the exams period, and it totally slipped off my mind. I was hoping that it would be shown in one of my plane rides from Perth to SG, or Sg to Perth, but none. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There wasn't any shows shown in SG when I was back in Singapore for my semester break. It was either shown a long tome ago, or it wasn't released yet, I'm not sure. I was delighted when I came back to Perth and Ida, my housemate told me that she had rented the dvd of that movie. She had watched it with her husband, and she wanted to watch it again, so I joined her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I truly love that movie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wanted to watch it again before Ida return the dvd  to VidoeEzy, so that very night, I brought the dvd into my room so that I could play it in my laptop. But, my laptop was not able to read/play the dvd (its either that, or I don’t know how to actually play it) and after many attempts, I gave up. It was late at night and I did not want to watch it in the living room coz everyone's asleep ( and coz I do not know how to turn it on, yes I'm a dvd idiot like that), so I let it pass.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I told myself that the next time I watch it, it will be with someone whom I know will appreciate the movie. Who will that person be? I didn't know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I knew, I'm wanted share it someone really special.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before we got married, I was told by Mr K that the movie was aired on tv, but I wasn't home during that time to watch it. I remembered telling him to go and watch it first coz it was a good show, but he said, no, coz he had made a promise that he'd watch it with me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I remembered about this movie and  told the husband that I wanted to watch the movie. He brought me to Borders and we looked for the dvd. We went to the dvd section and looked under "T". There was none.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tried looking for it again on other sections while husband was browsing through some books. I went to  N-M section, and  I saw &lt;em&gt;The Music and Lyrics&lt;/em&gt;. If &lt;em&gt;The Music and Lyrics&lt;/em&gt; was under that section, then, this movie has to be somewhere near there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I looked through every single dvd there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then, there it was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Notebook".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We made our purchase, went back had our dinner and watched it.  &lt;p&gt;It was still the beautiful love story, the way i remembered. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I had shared it with someone really dear to me, my husband dearest.&lt;/p&gt;I cried the first time watching it in Perth, and I cried again watching it here, with him.  &lt;p&gt;And I'm glad that you loved the story too, darling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you for watching it with me. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2918767493751550812?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2918767493751550812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2918767493751550812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2918767493751550812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2918767493751550812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie.html' title='The movie'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4999403963404465288</id><published>2008-09-18T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:55:40.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baskin-Robbins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SNIJTwoKCswAAElQKas1/peanut-butter-chocolate.jpg?et=sP7b7K7orxJIqHDYPNYflA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anybody know where i can find Baskin-Robbins store here in Singapore?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wanna eat their chocolate and peanut butter ice-cream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can i have one cup for breaking fast tonight? Please????&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4999403963404465288?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4999403963404465288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4999403963404465288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4999403963404465288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4999403963404465288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/09/baskin-robbins.html' title='Baskin-Robbins'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7879002030963765207</id><published>2008-09-18T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:44:55.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee table book</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My husband, Mr K did a coffee table book for us...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://daddyz.multiply.com/photos/album/75/Wedding_Coffeetable_Book_Khai_Linda_Wedding?replies_read=4"&gt;Here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7879002030963765207?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7879002030963765207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7879002030963765207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7879002030963765207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7879002030963765207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee-table-book.html' title='Coffee table book'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5511274841760002817</id><published>2008-09-15T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:31:20.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Apparently, we're tested in this blessed month of Ramadhan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patience is tested for us for our family. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For me, for Mr K and for my in-laws.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We've got the appropriate authortites to handle this. We can just hope and pray that everything will be fine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We will be fine. Insya-Allah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, we will be fine..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5511274841760002817?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/5511274841760002817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=5511274841760002817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5511274841760002817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5511274841760002817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/09/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1518582795887481377</id><published>2008-08-10T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:44:22.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next pic preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, i'm done with uploading some of my wedding pictures..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Immediately after the wedding on Sunday, off we went to JB for our studio shoot where we have to be at the studio by 10 am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No doubt i was exhausted - i was practically dozing off each time my face and hair were made up - all throughout out the 7 outfits..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, just a sneak preview of our studio cum outdoor shoot in JB.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ7@MwoKCswAAAVkhqA1/collage3.jpg?et=RCS%2Bd10xfCJU31Dzty5bGQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After these batch of pics, honeymoon pics ofTurkey will be next.. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJ7@dQoKCswAAAvh7hs1/balloon2.jpg?et=QIRUVqhI7TD5K61Znc1NXQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just be patient k?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1518582795887481377?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1518582795887481377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1518582795887481377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1518582795887481377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1518582795887481377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-pic-preview.html' title='Next pic preview'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5991669304918778531</id><published>2008-07-29T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:45:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its been nearly 2 months since the wedding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 months since i became a Mrs K.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 months since i became a wife.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, 51 days to be exact.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After staying at my parents' for about 1 and half months, we've now moved in to my in-law's.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its been a week since i was there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And we'll be staying there for at least a month before moving back to my parents' place. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this cycle will continue till we get ourselves a home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Its been close to 2 weeks since lost a good friend. I have never failed to recite a prayer each and every day for her since the day she passed. That was how much she meant to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yes, i have been quiet. It wasn't fair to my loved ones, when i was always suddenly quiet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coz i was shocked by her loss. All of us were, my family, our friends from BDS. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I didn't know the conversation we had weeks before my wedding was the last time i heard from her. That was the last time i heard her voice. I kept telling her that i wanted to come over to pass her my invation card personally at her home, but she insisted that i should just post it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After much telling her how much i wanted to see her and her family, we agreed that i should come by her place the following week, after work, where i would call her home and if she's back from work, i'd drop by. When  the day came and i called, her sister mentioned that she was not back form work. I left a message asking to return my call when she's back, but never did. Perhaps its the busy period. And i thought, okay, perhaps another day then.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, days after, on my way to meet my Perthlings at Al-Majlis for dinner and also to pass them my invitation card, i bumped into her mother and 2 sisters while crossing the road. We stopped for awhile and had a small chat, and i thought i had brought the card with her name written on it in my bag. Apparently i didnt bring it with me and i told her mother that, i would definitely drop by tp give them my card. But, Cik Salmah said, "Alah, mana kad yg belum tulis nama tu boleh la.." So i gave them my card saying, "Cik, saya jemput cik &amp; Nur sekeluarga tau dengan adik-adiknya semua", without even writing any names on it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And i never called her again.  I've been wanting to, but i never did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then, my wedding came. Her mother and younger sister, Inna and an aunt came by on Saturday night. She wasn't there coz Inna said she's not well and was down with slight fever. I never asked further. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I should have called her and asked how she was, but never did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went to Turkey for our honeymoon, and i always thought about her.I thought, maybe when we're back from Turkey, we'll drop by her for a visit place to share our wedding album.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I should have called and arrange for a visit, but never did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then while at work, i was happy to see her house number appearing on my handphone. the number that i've been wanting to dial, but never did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I answered the call,but it was Inna's voice i heard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And she broke me the sad, sad news.  She was very calm. I know i wasn't. I didn't know what exactly happened. All i knew from that short conversation, my late friend was sick and she passed away in hospital.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the call ended, i didn't know what to do. I continued doing my work, but couldn't focus. I knew i had to call someone, but i didn't know who. I decided to call my mum instead, and burst into tears when i told her that my friend passed away. My mum calmed me down over the phone and told me that we'd go over her house and visit her mother after i finished work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It took me nearly an hour later before sending out a mass sms to my BDS friends. Apparently most of them knew about it already. I remembered feeling very sad that day. Coz i have alost a friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My family and i visited her house and there were lots of people, reciting prayers. They were having recital of Yasiin and a tahlil session. It was a sad situation. We met her mother and i cried again while hugging her. I cried while hugging her sisters. I cried while we recite the prayers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I decided to take the time off the next day to come by her house again. i met some of our BDS friends and we went there together. As much as i was happy to be able to see my Secondary school friends, my sadness overwhelmed me. As much as i wanted to exchange pleasantries with them, i could only manage a sad smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wanted so bad to see my late friend. Her house were full of guests offering her their prayers. We were standing along the corridor, it was impossible for me to pass through to get into her house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While standing there, someone approached me. She recognised me, but i had no idea who she was. She recognised me as Zamani's wife. She's a friend of my husband, and Nur's childhood and Primary school friend. She was also standing alone, away from her group of friends. We exchange plesantries and she shared with me her memories with Nur during her younger days. I was grateful to have met her. Thank you Diana. She took my hand and we made our way into her house. There we were. There she was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I finally made it to her house to see Nur. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But it was too late wasn't t.  I visited her house only to see her for the last time. I could have kissed her, i should have kissed her, but i did not. i couldn't bring myself to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I took a look at her certicate of death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cause of death: Diabetese and something foreign which i didn't understand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never knew. We never knew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After her body was placed in the van for her final prayers session at Al-Ghufran mosque, i met her family members again and hugged them. That was all that could manage to do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hugged Inna and i felt deeply sad when she said to me, "Kak Linda, sekarang kalau ada apa-apa, Inna boleh telefon kak Linda kan, sebab Inna sekarang dah takde kakak lagi." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sebak. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course she can call me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Her younger sister is getting married this weekend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It will not be the same. I just hope i will not cry when i see them at the wedding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Al-Fatehah to Nurzlifah Ahmad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5991669304918778531?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/5991669304918778531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=5991669304918778531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5991669304918778531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5991669304918778531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been.html' title='Its been..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1897383740446353953</id><published>2008-07-16T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:09:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;6 October 1979 - 14 July 2008.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am still saddened over the loss of a great friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still shocked and I 'm still deeply sad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I still couldn't bring myslef to write a proper entry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never knew the meaning of losing someone dear, till I lost you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To my beloved friend, Nurzlifah Ahmad, May Allah bless your soul. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Al-Fatehah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1897383740446353953?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1897383740446353953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1897383740446353953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1897383740446353953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1897383740446353953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/07/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4153573224312865505</id><published>2008-07-08T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:03:27.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*still here*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just an update to mention that i'm still here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're still here..alive and kicking and aware that this site of mine needs to be updated pretty badly, just that, our schedules have been pretty packed since the wedding and post honeymoon and work and visiting and more weddings - to attend :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Till this date, Deareast Husband (DH) has been to the doctor twice, one for food poisoning and the other one for his tonsilitis (i think thats how it was spelt). DH has gone back to work today despite having a 2 days mc. Poor Mr K. Well at least he gets to sit at home and rest the whole day yesterday. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just have to say that the honeymoon was good. We made new friends, fellow newly-weds as well as 'old-ly weds'. 10 days wasn't enough, we were deprived of shopping, should not have cancelled our 2 days extention when we first did pur booking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In short, married life, Alhamdulillah has been good. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have yet to meet up with my friends. 22nd July i heard, with my wonders? Confirm?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By tthe way, to Lynn Hasim, Happy belated 25th birthday!! Sorry this came a tad too late &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We'll catch up pretty soon k?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4153573224312865505?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4153573224312865505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4153573224312865505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4153573224312865505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4153573224312865505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-here.html' title='*still here*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2350831863101116588</id><published>2008-06-13T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:05:27.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I *still*  have not uploaded any pictures that i have on hand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lyn and Rashid have got their hard work both both days up on their webby.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beautifully work done, i must say. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't believe that by looking at those pictures got me all teary-eyed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyways, enjoy the pictures in the following links:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 1: &lt;a href="http://www.rashideulyn.com/main.php?g2_itemId=4811"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solemnisation Day 7 June 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Day 2: &lt;a href="http://www.rashideulyn.com/main.php?g2_itemId=5345"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Reception 8 June 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To Lyn and Rashid, once again thanks a million for everything! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2350831863101116588?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2350831863101116588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2350831863101116588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2350831863101116588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2350831863101116588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding pictures.'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3094182126645956718</id><published>2008-06-11T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:32:12.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>070608</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;7 June 2008 came too quickly, and the next thing i knew, its all over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7 June 2008, the day i became a Mrs K.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah, all went well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't have much pictures from my sister's camera and i do not know who has the pictures apart from my official  and unofficial photographers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, here is one which i kinda like and had 'stolen' from Lynn, taken a few minutes after the solemnisation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SE@xNAoKCswAAA9tAnM1/DSC_4920.jpg?et=BOAi4HCTZgNFWwHQmtM04w&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's us, with Lynn, Rashid and Audrey, from France.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To Lynn and Rashid, thank you so much for being with us on both days to capture our eventful day, voluntarily. A million words if thank you is never enough to express our gratitude to both of you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To all who had attended to our wedding, whether we met or not, thank you for becoming a part of our big day. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To my wonders, i don't know what actually happened at the &lt;em&gt;gerbang&lt;/em&gt; on Sunday, but nevertheless, sorry that what u had planned didn't happen. *Lol* We will meet up one day to distribute ur duit hadang k? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And of course, my biggest thank you goes to my family and relatives who had helped out on both days, be it my aunts and cousins who helped out with the delicious food on Saturday and my cousins and nieces and nephews who had gotong-royong and sinsing lengan to cuci pinggan and rewang-rewang, but still manage to look good in your heels and orange baju kurung which you were ordered to wear hehe..(they might not be reading this, but, who cares).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3094182126645956718?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3094182126645956718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3094182126645956718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3094182126645956718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3094182126645956718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/06/070608.html' title='070608'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8983465690364718890</id><published>2008-05-30T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T20:43:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;8 days&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amusing quote for today:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*rubbing his tummy*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"i rasakan, kupu-kupu kat dalam petut i ni da beranak-pinak agaknya"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-8983465690364718890?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8983465690364718890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8983465690364718890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8983465690364718890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8983465690364718890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-days.html' title='8 days'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1157640672415263437</id><published>2008-05-28T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:33:37.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at work till quite late this evening, when Erni chatted me up on msn and among our conversation, she said "U're getting married next week..." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then it struck me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm getting married next week.OMG!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SD2IxAoKCswAAB7QT3A1/collage3a.jpg?et=C1D%2BSNa0I1304sO%2Bo1JAWQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're getting married next week, people.. Insya-Allah. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1157640672415263437?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1157640672415263437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1157640672415263437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1157640672415263437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1157640672415263437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-days.html' title='9 days!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1442106834437829124</id><published>2008-05-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:15:34.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr K's dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had  completed our payment for our honeymoon trip yesterday, went for  dinner at Swensens in Chinatown when he told me about his dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'He was at his own wedding about to be solemnised.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He heard the kadi mentioned the akad nikah&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; the way it's supposed to be, shook his hand and Mr K replied as:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Aku terima nikah...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*...D300 dengan mas kawin $2700 tunai...'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We burst out laughing when when he told me that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mr K, u ni funny la!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1442106834437829124?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1442106834437829124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1442106834437829124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1442106834437829124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1442106834437829124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-k-dream.html' title='Mr K&amp;#39;s dream...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7337474896927572601</id><published>2008-05-26T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:55:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 May 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;26 May 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Exactly one year ago, our relationship status changed from boyfriend-girlfriend to fiancé- fiancée when your family came over, and your mother made it official by slipping the engagement ring into my finger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Weeks before, you unexpectedly proposed and slipped the proposal ring which you had bought secretly without my knowledge into my finger - whereby 7 months earlier, we were both nothing but perfect strangers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Now about one and half years later, we’re on our final lapse of our fiancé-fiancée stage, to become husband and wife. 12 days to be exact. Just how time flies when a year became months and months became weeks and now, we’re just left with only days to our matrimonial union.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Just days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;It was just unbelievable the way everything happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;I still find it surreal. Yes, surreal, in a good way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;September 2006 was the first time that we had actually communicated with each other. That was when I knew you existed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;October 2006 was the first time we’ve met each other for dinner, after countless times u asked me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;December 2006 was the time you decided to take the next step to a different level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;May 2007 you proposed and we proceed to the next bigger step and got engaged. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;June 2008 …Our next biggest step ahead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;I believed that God sent us to each other and we found each other through some important people in our lives. I’ve never actually mentioned this, though, not directly, and I thought that it is only right to express my gratitude to those important few, in chronological order, from my part. I’m sure there’re others who helped you out along the way too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank you :-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;Adibah – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt; second cousin who is also one of my good friend from Poly. I don’t know what exactly she actually did, but if it’s not because of her, we wouldn’t have met each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Erni – one of my Perthlings who had actually encouraged and persuaded me to go and have that dinner with you in October 2006.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Siti Hajar - my cousin, who had somehow or rather interrogated you (without me knowing), and the one who told MY mum all about you (again without me knowing), and the rest is history now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;And lastly, YOU, of course for making it happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Of course, we had our other close friends and relatives to thank for, for what had been happening those years. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Today we celebrated our fist year of engagement. One year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;How much have we learnt? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Lots.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;About each other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;About you. About me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;There’re still lots more to learn. With each other, with each other’s closest family, relatives and friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;With days left now, we can only pray and hope for the best. For us and for the people around us. Insya-Allah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Happy first year engagement, Sayang. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;I look forward to June, to be with you, till forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;xoxo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7337474896927572601?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7337474896927572601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7337474896927572601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7337474896927572601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7337474896927572601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/26-may-2008.html' title='26 May 2008.'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1737252334728408700</id><published>2008-05-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:18:55.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My so-called wonderful Hawaian Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SDg7BQoKCswAAGIhl7A1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's a so-called sneak preview of my Friday night, one of the bestest (all my outings were my wonders were always great) i have ever had with my wonders, incomplete that night without Lulu, nevertheless, but, still wonderful&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Started off with dinner at Ramen Ten where i satisfy myself with my favourite hana maki and the golden fried something and iced lemon tea which i couldn't finish. I know i need to eat properly, but my appetite seemed to be gone nowadays. There, i was given my advance prezzie - my wedding guestbook from my wonders (&lt;em&gt;Its lovely, thank you!!&lt;/em&gt;). There, i was made to put on a cute little tiara on my head (first), which i i dun mind coz its cute and all and 'cozi'maprincessanyway-hurhur'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next, on the agenda, to Cash Box for our karaoke session. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, on our way to Cash Box, Shida and Rohaya, the May babies were given a "Birthday girl and Birthday Princess" sash each to put on, and me, i was made to dress up looking like this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDg3hAoKCswAAAlctFM1/P5230357a.jpg?et=mzM3%2C2PwN%2BoUEHNCSRtIIA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And we basically walked along Orchard Road looking like this: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDg4SAoKCswAAB3aRPg1/collage4a.jpg?et=Jo5%2CX8rr0Sqk%2CbM%2BeRRr8Q&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yup, me in my Hawaiian skirt and flower garland and the pretty pink headdress(i like! just the head dress). Never mind people looked at us dressing up that way, its not everyday we dressed up like that right we walked along Orchard dressed like that, right? heh! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, on top of that, i've got a list of 60 to-do things that Lin got, however, due to shortage of time, (&lt;em&gt;phew!&lt;/em&gt;) i only had to choose 2. So, i picked the easiest one, out from the list i.e. to 'find a virgin (male/female)' and to 'find a guy to serenade me'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Upon reaching Cash Box, the person who was welcoming  us in room 21 was coincidently a guy and a girl (not bad, cute looking, ahem) and i asked the girl if she's married and she said no - so there, i found my virgin female. Then we asked her to get her collegue guy to come in and serve our drinks, and when he came, i asked him to sing for me, which he agreed, he's so sporting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SDg8LgoKCswAAHqVW0E1/P5230374a.jpg?et=hQx%2Cp6BLt5PuTDvqD9bqPQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He's a Fillipino (i think) and he sang &lt;em&gt;Sonata Musim Salju&lt;/em&gt; in malay- no-less &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;. And we forgot to ask him name(&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent the our 3 hours there karaoke-ing our hearts out songs by Spin-Spoon-Slam-Search to Boyzone-Spice Girls-Avril-3-doors down-Hoobastank to Once-Krisdayanti-Misha Omar and many many many more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a great time ladies. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And to Lin, you did a good job organising our so-called party. Tak sia-sia kita ada event planner..hehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A shout out to Aya and Shida, Happy brithday!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cake.png"&gt;Hope you had a blast of a time too &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;PS: Pics wil be up soon when i got hem from the girls. My camera decided to terminate its service with me and now i'm camera-less and had to borrow my sis. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1737252334728408700?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1737252334728408700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1737252334728408700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1737252334728408700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1737252334728408700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-so-called-wonderful-hawaian-friday.html' title='My so-called wonderful Hawaian Friday night'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3512718703205805915</id><published>2008-05-19T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:08:20.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnecessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330099&gt;At times  like this, especially now, since its just a matter of weeks before the so-called an important event of my life, i dun need unnecessary things, no matter how big or tiny they may be, to  add unnecessary stress on me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330099&gt;Its not that simple for me, you know. I can't believe that i'm so affected by those words! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330099&gt;Dun stress me up unnecessarily, please?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330099&gt;I'm so much sadder now &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#330099&gt;thankyouverymuch!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3512718703205805915?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3512718703205805915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3512718703205805915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3512718703205805915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3512718703205805915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/unnecessary.html' title='Unnecessary'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3865988230980046651</id><published>2008-05-05T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:54:39.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cheeseburger that never came</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;I decided to have lunch at McDonalds today and had my double cheeseburger. I watched Iron Man last weekend and there’s one scene where Tony came back from Afghan and all he wanted before and press conference was a cheeseburger. Thanks to that scene, I felt like having cheeseburger today. And guess what, at that particular McDonalds branch was the longest ever double cheeseburger that I waited for. The lady at the counter said she’ll send the cheeseburger to me.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I waited, finished my French fries, and my cheeseburger never came. Frustrated and (hungry), I went to the counter asking for my cheeseburger. The manager (I think) served me and she gave me my cheeseburger apologizing coz her staff did not send my cheeseburger to me. I told her that was my longest ever cheeseburger that I have ever waited for.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And i didn't know that double cheeseburger was very filling and lasted me through dinner. Had dinner with my sis and I was practically struggling to finish my Chicken Salad and lasagne. I dunno, sometimes i was so hungry, but when its time to eat, i couldn't. Like just now, i knew its time for me to eat dinner, doesn't matter how light, but i couldn't eat. And the ride in the cab home was making me giddy &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;And I've been feeling giddy lately.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3865988230980046651?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3865988230980046651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3865988230980046651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3865988230980046651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3865988230980046651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheeseburger-that-never-came.html' title='The cheeseburger that never came'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-440035580028271385</id><published>2008-05-04T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:07:35.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here fishy fishy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been quiet lately, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I once told myself that I'd write about my big day preparations. I thought i'd be typing religiously about the highs and lows of it all, from the initial stage of the planning,the choosing of our invitation cards till seeing our names printed on that very card, to the appointments with Kak Ros for the choosing of outfits, and our choice of honeymoon package, the &lt;em&gt;usually-and-most-of-the-time-happy-and joyful-and-excited but at-times-and-sometimes only-sad-frustrating-and-irritating moments &lt;/em&gt;of finding our wedding gifts (irritating and frustrating, yes, you got me right, i couldn't believe that i'd relate our - well, more like, my wedding gift search as frustrating and irritating coz it was frustrating and irritating at times) till how we felt when we FINALLY had all our list checked, and how my side had finally decide on the theme for the day. Of course, i failed on that miserably.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before you know it, its already May now and things are going on at full speed. Almost everything - i'd safely say 90% of the things to be done were taken care of, Alhamdulillah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, guess what i did today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB3Z9QoKCswAAF7Uag41/fish%20spa.jpg?et=FLhzXf8xY2MtGsgL0m%2B94w&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenko Reflexology &amp;amp; Fish Spa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - there's where we went today. My first time to Singapore Flyer (nope i did not take the ride) and to the Fish Spa where i had to put in my feet into a pond full of little fish for them to 'nibble'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was our supposedly post outing after our dinner date about 2 weeks ago with part of the wonders and yes, they decided to try out the Fish Spa. However today, only me and Mar and Dibz with their respective partners could make it. Initially, i didn't like the idea of having to 'feed' those little fishes with the 'dead skin from my feet', what if they bit hard that could hurt, what if i went back with one toe missing? &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, yeah, at the end of the session, i still have my 10 toes intact. It just feels ticklish. In fact my feet still feel ticklish now. More like the pins and needles feelings that just wont go away. That's how u feel when you have a group of tiny fish nibbling your feet. Ok, imagine sitting down with your legs hanging and someone tickling your feet for 30 whole minutes. Was i able to sit still? No i couldn't. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On another note, i hereby announce that my Mr K had transformed himself from ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB3jzgoKCswAAFRyPBk1/29032008264.jpg?et=JjpLMctE%2B1K4g6aweIaVcg&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB3kIQoKCswAAFwCaE81/04052008283.jpg?et=FpNiWNCE8DChsxlc3n3X7g&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mainly because of 2 reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. He's going for his reservist tmrw &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Its really time to cut it.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, i know you felt sad having to cut it off, coz u might feel that ur M.Nasir or Anuar Zain look might be gone, but, nevertheless, long hair or short, i still love you the same.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB3nYAoKCswAACuveZs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB3nYAoKCswAACuveZs1/DSC00073.jpg?et=DgyYdO1aNrlVgKNAiVRy9g&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SB3nhAoKCswAADp2ltA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SB3nhAoKCswAADp2ltA1/collage5.jpg?et=rffRX1Yj%2B%2BofmDYymXK0Mw&amp;amp;nmid=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i still feel the pins and needles feeling on my feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-440035580028271385?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/440035580028271385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=440035580028271385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/440035580028271385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/440035580028271385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-fishy-fishy.html' title='Here fishy fishy..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6857766103128264302</id><published>2008-05-03T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:31:44.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"sometimes i wondered if u really cared to get involved in what i'm doing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6857766103128264302?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6857766103128264302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6857766103128264302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6857766103128264302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6857766103128264302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-wondered-if-u-really-cared.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6998873867040501111</id><published>2008-03-28T21:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T01:35:45.127+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 28 March 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Let's see...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Thank God for the holiday last Friday. I managed to get some things done. Arranged for some appointments, on henna and cakes and cards and studio shots.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And, i found my shoes! My gorgeous sparkling shoes. 2 pairs. One silver and one gold. Thanks to my Mr K for his great taste in choosing shoes, knowing how fussy i am with shoe related stuff. He practically endured my *my-toes-look-funny* and other *toes/feet related* whines. Now, down to another 2 pairs. Heh! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I managed to clean my room. Well, not really clean my entire room, just my wardrobe. And only the top shelf of my wardrobe. So, basically, there're still lotsa cleaning to be done.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The theme on my side is still not decided yet. The colour. I still do not know how many gifts i will be giving him.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;***&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My back is aching coz i think i did a bit of 'manual labour' during fieldwork today. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It was cazy!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Can we have longer weekends please??&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6998873867040501111?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6998873867040501111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6998873867040501111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6998873867040501111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6998873867040501111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday-28-march-2008.html' title='Friday 28 March 2008'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7096386573930000604</id><published>2008-03-12T21:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T01:37:53.929+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I still can't believe that its less than a hundred days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I asked Mr K in the cab after dinner with Ein and Hidayah at Ramen Ten earlier,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Me:Apsal you tak bilang i yg kita ada less than 100 days to the wedding?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Mr K:Taknaklah, nanti u panick. Kan time Shida's wedding kelmarin i kept saying that we have exactly 3 months to the wedding.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Me: Ya, i remembered that, but it didn't occur to me that 3 months is equivalent to less than 100 days.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Betul kawan2..tak terlintas langsung! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;K, i'm gonna change my countdown thingy..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7096386573930000604?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7096386573930000604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7096386573930000604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7096386573930000604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7096386573930000604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-still-can-believe-that-its-less-than.html' title='I still can&amp;#39;t believe that its less than a hundred days..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8336346729981680304</id><published>2008-03-12T12:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:51:03.414+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Oh my God!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was looking at my multiply homepage just a while ago, then, i  manually counted  the days (u know using my fingers and all) to our wedding, and, i realised that the countdown thingy in my multiply was not right! Currently it was reflected as "117 days to the big day" BUT, in actual fact, the actual number of days to the wedding is definitely much, much lesser that what was being reflected.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I took a look at Mr K's countdown thingy in his multiply homepage and, again, i manually counted with my fingers coz his was reflected in months, see, and yes, its not 117 days to the wedding.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; Oh my God!! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;It's definitely less than a hundred days, in fact, much much lesser than a hundred days. Its not even a hundred days at all! All this while i thought we had more than 100 days to go before that big day, and boy was i bloody wrong! Its now a 2-digit number. Not a 3 digit one! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;*heart starts beating very fast*&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Apparently i stated the date as 'ddmmyy' where the should be in 'mmddyy' format. *slaps head*&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now now, hurry, hurry, coz i think my mind's been backdated by at least 1 month.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The appointment to see the Kak Ros who will be in charge to doll me up on the big day is fixed - this Friday - our first appointment for our outfit selection.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'm scouting around for my wedding cake and someone to add their creative henna designs on my palms and feet.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I'll be meeting the person who will show us a sample of our wedding favours tomorrow night before they begin to mass produce the product.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Mr K and i will be meeting up forcoffe tonight (well, its supposed to be dinner, but he starts his NS tomorrow) with the couple who had produced the amazingly beautiful design for our wedding favour tonight to tell them how much we deeply appreciate their work.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Our honeymoon trip is also set, and while we had confirmed the date we're travelling, we overlooked one of  my closest Perthling's wedding reception. We're very sorry Sitti and Najib, from the bottom of our hearts.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;My house needs to be rearranged, we need space space space. I need to start cleaning my room, start throwing things, i need to buy a big bag to fill my clothes to be sent to Indonesia/Malaysia. My sister will be doing  that today. Finding space in our room. We need to sort out our shoes and bags and all. I heard my mum said the house needs to be painted. *did u hear the clock ticking?*&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I need to call Slumberland to remind them not to forget to deliver our bed.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I need to look for his gifts. His shoes, his shirt his belt, his wallet. He needs to find my shoe.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I need to look for my shoes for the big day coz i'm having difficulty getting the perfect shoe for my feet.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I need to start working out - brisk walking/jog/swim? (I need to tone up)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And for my side, i've yet to decide on the colour theme for the decor, dais. At least i know the colour  theme for the bedroom. I *think*. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;That means i need to start submitting my leave form when my manager gets back from her one week break next week. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-8336346729981680304?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8336346729981680304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8336346729981680304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8336346729981680304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8336346729981680304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/03/what.html' title='What??!!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7515133753490811494</id><published>2008-03-02T20:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:47:29.167+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shida's Pink Bachelorette Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" color=#ff6666&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R8rZ7goKCswAADwU6Gc1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8rZ7goKCswAADwU6Gc1/collage2.jpg?et=zVjUnATuiohu51zv%2CTIMEw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" color=#ff6666&gt;One party which leave us nearly "drunk" and absolutely BLOATED by drinking 6 bottles of 1.5 litres of  mineral water, in less than 2 hours, mind you, thanks to Mardhiah who introduced the *drinking game*.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" color=#ff6666&gt;A first time party for us with girly pink coded theme. Where we've got doughnuts and laughter overload  And we wrap up off by eating a half dressed hunk.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" color=#ff6666&gt;Hope you had a good time at your bachelorette party, Shida.  &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7515133753490811494?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7515133753490811494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7515133753490811494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7515133753490811494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7515133753490811494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/03/shida-pink-bachelorette-party.html' title='Shida&amp;#39;s Pink Bachelorette Party'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7249008092755586476</id><published>2008-02-14T18:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:37:04.098+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Currently i'm addictedto Mr Bean's Pearly soya milk. Today, i bought myself 2 cups of those-once in the morning to the office and the other one, when i was walking home from Bedok.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Funnily enough, i used to find the aroma of beancurd quite unpleasant, whenever i was going up the esclator from the train station that i alighted at every morning. However, one try of those pearly milk, i was hooked. Heh!I ts really beanilicious &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;V-day today it was.  Walking down the streets i see people with flowers&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png"&gt; - Big ones, small ones, roses, tulips, 1 stalk, many many stalks, bouquets nicely wrapped, and bouquets wrapped in newspaper (betul, tak bedek!). Ladies in pretty dresses, young lads clad in shirt and ties, majority looking so happy and lovey dovey. Anyway, what am i getting at? Nothing. Its just what i saw. Perhaps what i saw today wasn't as overwhelming as last year's, where we saw saw all kinds of couples, and i really mean ALL kinds along Orchard - an interesting sight i must say.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I feel that this week just zoomed by-super-fast-I feel-that-time-is-really-speeding-up-that-its-making-me-breathless-trying-to-catch-up. I remembered i had i just put my head on my bed just a while ago and the next thing i knew, its already a brand new day, and found myslef waking up in the same position that i slept in the night before. This time, with the song 'Breakfast at Tiffany's stuck in my head &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/note.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Before you knew it, its already March.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Bah! This is another entry of mine where my sentences didn't flow.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Yay! Its Friday!!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Already?!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7249008092755586476?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7249008092755586476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7249008092755586476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7249008092755586476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7249008092755586476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-bean.html' title='Mr bean'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8309618588707930335</id><published>2008-02-03T20:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:23:42.044+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I was supposed to have a very tight schedule on this day, whereby it will start with a aseminar in the morning which was supposed to end at 1 but it ended an hour later due to a company lunch.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was at Raffles Place at 8.30 am to meet the rest of my collegues to attend the first out of a series of seminars organised for us throughout the year conducted by my company. Anyway, if its conducted by my boss when all staff were involved, it usually ended up having lunch at CAfe Le-CAire at Arab Street. Not everyone could make it though.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6Xl2AoKCswAAG-4WPs1/collage1.jpg?et=ffK%2Cf2dZoG%2BmSehL%2CZzZ4w&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Lunch!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Then, i was scheduled to a very important meet up with my wonders expansion pack. One of my wonders is getting married veryyy soon and we're honoured to be the first batch (i heard) of her many many group of  friends to invited personally.. Wheee!! It was a great meet up at Terminal 3. First time for all of us, except of course the one who had to audit that new building before it was finally opened - My Mr K of course, ehem! Almost everyone made it except Lin who had something on that day. We missed you Lin! You missed another round of great company and laughter. We even had agreed on the colour theme which we will wear on her big day. This is so exciting!!! I'm so excited!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R6XoTQoKCswAAEkyilk1/collage1.jpg?et=%2BMo9uYqwTJ5sDYw63nM5%2Bw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;8-wonders-minus-1 expansion pack&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I was to go for a wedding dinner but due to time constraint, i decided not to go. The meet-up with my Perthlings was also cancelled coz the important belated birthday girl had got some class which she had to attend to, so, that would be reschduled to another date.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; So that means, i ws back home before 7 for the first time in many many years! &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Have a great week ahead!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-8309618588707930335?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8309618588707930335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8309618588707930335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8309618588707930335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8309618588707930335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-feb-2008.html' title='2 Feb 2008'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2333529759245909651</id><published>2008-01-28T00:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:33:59.507+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think its killing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun seem to enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;I dun seem to enjoy talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Its not fun AT ALL i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't affect me, it affects the other party.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't affect us, it affects them.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't affect them, it affect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak suka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2333529759245909651?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2333529759245909651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2333529759245909651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2333529759245909651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2333529759245909651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-its-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7372701542465898915</id><published>2008-01-06T19:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:31:19.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>National Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R4DyvgoKCswAACGaais1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R4DyvgoKCswAACGaais1/06012008225.jpg?et=tbcqGlszhYdro2JPcRroRw&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;We watched 'The National Treasure' today.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Not bad, we like it. I like it. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Never mind &lt;EM&gt;someone&lt;/EM&gt; had to make that urgent visit to the loo during the crucial part of the show. Don't worry, you didn't miss much although at that time u felt as if that time was the ''longest time you spent your life"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I can watch this kind of movie. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Not the 'I am Legend' kind, ok sayang? &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7372701542465898915?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7372701542465898915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7372701542465898915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7372701542465898915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7372701542465898915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/01/national-treasure.html' title='National Treasure'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6925284465138804574</id><published>2008-01-04T23:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:58:01.736+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some space...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I really need some space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Its not helping that my office space i.e. desk is fully cluttered with papers and files and more papers.  I wanted to just tear them up/shred them away but, at the same time, am worried that i might need those in the days to come, coz i came across a line which goes something like 'Junk is what you feel you dun need and realise that it was something important 3 weeks after you've discard them' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Its not helping that i came home to a room with another cluttered table full of whatever yours, bags, papers, books you name it. And the 3/4 of the supposedly walking area in my room is full with more clothes and more bags and luggages in nearly each corner. I feel suffocated in my own room. I feel suffocated in my office. I feel suffoacated everywhere i go. I've been postponing to clean my room and wardrobe for ages now. I've been planning to clean it up before we left for Brisbane. I've got a whole pile of clothes waiting to be folded neatly and placed in my wardrobe, but, it seemed that i couldn't find the time or energy to do it. I'm out nearly everyday Mondays till Sundays from morning till night - EVERY single day and i'm really draining out. I'm really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I hate myself now coz i feel that i couldn't keep up with you. Or her, or him or them. You/ her/ him/ them had always some kind of plans which i have to agree to follow with whether i want to or not. I have been telling myself i need to slow down, but i have been out of the house each and every single day, when sometimes, at times, all i wanted to do is just to come home straight and sleep. Sometimes all i wanted to do is just stay at home. But I can't slow down, can i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I just can't  say , no i dun wanna go out with you/i dun wanna meet you today coz i just dun feel like going out today, can i? Coz you/him/her/them will look at me with a sad, dissapointed face as if saying that i dun have/ dun want to spend time with them and that they are not important in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've said this once and i'm gonna say this again. Its always not easy to please everybody. And its never easy for me to please myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The slightest nonsensical, no meaning word/thing will make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm drained out, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;All i wanna do now is to do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Can i eat some duracell batterries instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6925284465138804574?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6925284465138804574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6925284465138804574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6925284465138804574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6925284465138804574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-some-space.html' title='I need some space...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2103223150147494281</id><published>2007-12-23T01:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T01:39:05.713+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the feeling is, i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to do things right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to say things right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to response to anything the way it should.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to give what i should.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to be quiet when i should.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to look alright.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to think right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to breathe right.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to feel right&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to do ANYTHING right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;every little thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, and...well, yeah.. you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i?&lt;br /&gt;Should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2103223150147494281?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2103223150147494281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2103223150147494281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2103223150147494281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2103223150147494281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-late-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1637343371665126435</id><published>2007-12-15T22:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:31:22.311+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back! From Brisbane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I still can't believe that i took the rides in Movie World. No not the &lt;A href="http://movieworld.myfun.com.au/Attractions/Rides/Lethal-Weapon---The-Ride.htm"&gt;lethal weapon ride&lt;/A&gt; (coz after taking that ride for the first time about 10 years ago, and i puked. Yeah, that bad!)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;This time its &lt;A href="http://movieworld.myfun.com.au/Attractions/Rides/BATWING-Spaceshot.htm"&gt;BatWing SpaceShot&lt;/A&gt; which is  described as:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;"The awesome new &lt;STRONG&gt;BATWING&lt;/STRONG&gt; Spaceshot is a rapid 4.5G vertical launch up a 60 meter tower, followed by a drop into a breathtaking negative descent - beyond freefall!"&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;So i tried to be relaxed and stay calm while queueing with Siti Mariam, (my Mr K's one and only sister), buckled ourselves on the seats, and the next thing i knew, we were plunged vertically upwards at such great speed that i thought my heart stopped for awhile &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png"&gt;. I thought i was thrown off my seat, and i wanted to get off that ride that very second. The whole ride took less than 5 minutes, but i was petrified up there. I was just glad and relieved that it was over. Despite my wobbly legs and spinning head, i managed to pull off a bright cheery smile to my parents and my sister who watched us from below, as if to say that "I'm ok, dun worry, i won't puke this time" Well, i was ok.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And i can't believe that i took the Scooby Doo Spooky  coaster either. This time, with my parents and sister, and Siti Mariam, of course. The ride that made me all wobbly and weak in the knees. I was so worried for my parents when it travelled at high speeds with sharp turns  and bends, coz i myself was really scared in there. Alhamdulillah everyone's fine.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;After that, Siti Mariam and I went off to other rides Road Runner roller coaster in Movie World's kids zone, which still freaked me out. That's me, i'm not a thriller-rides person. Everybody knows that.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Well Mr K, your sister wants to go back there to try the other rides. Perhaps, next time, you can try out the &lt;A href="http://movieworld.myfun.com.au/Attractions/Rides/SUPERMAN-Escape.htm"&gt;Superman&lt;/A&gt; ride, which i know i'm definitely not taking. I'll just watch you two from below. Heh!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Pictures are mostly in my sister's camera, so i'll have to wait for her to settle down before i can upload any pics frm Brissy.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;***&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;On a lighter note, my family and i received a dinner  invitation from our cousin, and guess what?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I've never been so close to someone popular before. I've never felt star -struct before. And i could tell that my dad felt the same way too..coz he called me to take a picture of them together. This is where my camera phone comes in handy!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R2QadAoKCswAAAZeETY1/taufik.jpg?et=CfW67dnviNa2VYScUMM1IA&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Taufik Batisah is in the house! Wheeeee!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Anyways, congrats to my cousin, Munirah and Taufik (no, not Taufik Batisah) on your engagement. Taufik, (her fiance) and (Taufik the singer) are good friends. Apparently, there's another Taufik in the house too. So, when one called out for Taufik, all three will turn. hehe.&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1637343371665126435?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1637343371665126435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1637343371665126435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1637343371665126435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1637343371665126435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-brisbane.html' title='Back! From Brisbane!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6370920906101274493</id><published>2007-12-10T23:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:33:27.762+09:00</updated><title type='text'>12th!</title><content type='html'>Its been exactly now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 12th ten, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy first year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not helping that i'm here in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to see u soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6370920906101274493?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6370920906101274493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6370920906101274493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6370920906101274493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6370920906101274493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/12/12th.html' title='12th!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1068877536504676046</id><published>2007-12-06T19:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:17:11.642+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hurt*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deeply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/unlove.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1068877536504676046?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1068877536504676046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1068877536504676046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1068877536504676046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1068877536504676046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/12/hurt.html' title='*Hurt*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1012489196377017487</id><published>2007-12-01T21:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:51:17.361+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be on top?</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1GcfAoKCswAAEcr@6I1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1GbAgoKCswAAA4za381"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1Gd1goKCswAAG25T6I1"&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1GeUwoKCswAAHafisY1"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1Gd1goKCswAAG25T6I1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;This season's final 2 of America's Next Top Model (ANTM)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1Gd1goKCswAAG25T6I1/collage4.jpg?et=viVI5WLckJq%2BQ0XVms8Bpw" border=0&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Heh~&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;So we had a lil fun at the studio for a lil photo shoot today. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;Thank you Mr K for the beautiful pictures.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;Thank you dearest cousin, Siti, for being my competitor as the final 2 of ANTM (*lol*).  &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1GeUwoKCswAAHafisY1/collage1.jpg?et=3RGeno90tsJXz95UfE50Sg" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;Though we're competing, we still share our stuff together.. hehe.. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;Thank you for dinner as well!&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1GepwoKCswAAAPZzJU1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R1GepwoKCswAAAPZzJU1/collage2.jpg?et=31lX5ia9tcU3%2CuERGmpH3A" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1GeUwoKCswAAHafisY1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;Thank you both for making my Saturday a lil fun. Whee!&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R1GeUwoKCswAAHafisY1"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1012489196377017487?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1012489196377017487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1012489196377017487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1012489196377017487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1012489196377017487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/12/wanna-be-on-top.html' title='Wanna be on top?'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5211696477325862882</id><published>2007-11-28T19:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:41:06.078+09:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My pc has been unresponsive for the past month.  That was the longest ever it decided to paly dead on me. Usually the unresponsiveness would last at most 2 days. This time, one whole month.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Last time, when it played dead on me for 2 days and when i had the thoughts of calling up the service centre, it would automatically be normal way before i picked up the phone and make that call.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;This time, after numerous attempts trying to locate the invoice, which took about 2 weeks for me to finally find it, then trying to call them with the necessary details like the machine number, serial number which i had a hard time finding coz there were just too many pieces of papers that i had to flip through, (coz i made the call from the office), see, and not having the unresponsive machine directly in front of me was difficult enough. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;After having all the necessay details on hand, like, finally this morning, (the machine number could be found on the CPU itself, there's none stated in the invoice), and after faxing through the warranty form (i'm left with about 1 week before the warranty expires), and once i got home, geared up to try out all the different types of machine "CPR" that the service centre had taught me this morning, (like unplugging all the cables and replugging them back, which i had done so like a mad woman  for the past 2 weeks), and if that didn't work out, to press F1 numerous times,then proceed with F3 and F5, and if that still didn't work, to call them back and after veryfing my waranty, and they'll arrange for someone to come over to fix it., And now, before i played with the F1 key, i realised that this pc  of mine decided to respond to me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Bah!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Pandai kau bersandiwara dgn aku eh, PC? &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Now, i can foresee more of this happening to me/my sister since she'll be back for good in a few weeks. I think i'll still proceed to have someone come over and diagnose my pc. Right? what do you think? I can stil do that, right, right??&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Oh, speaking of my sister, she's very relieved now that her papers are all done and that she had tremendously excellent results -  2 High Distinctions and 2 credits!! When i heard that, i was like, wow!! The highest grade i've got when i was in uni was just a blardy B. My parents must've been extremely proud of her coz they speak very highly of my sister all the time. Congratulations kakak! See u in a week! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;There, a boring entry about me and my pc.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5211696477325862882?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/5211696477325862882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=5211696477325862882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5211696477325862882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5211696477325862882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4306396402983217940</id><published>2007-11-24T23:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:00:44.392+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Backdated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've been busy and tired and unrested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;When was my last entry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*checks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;10 October 2007. Our tenth ten. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That was before Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, this entry is gonna be prettymuch backdated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Firstly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Two years ago, this house celebrated Eid without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This year, we celebrated Eid without my sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hj3goKCswAAC-OUwQ1/RAYA07.jpg?et=Gw3nowvMXjDQsCl7QRNRiA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*First 2 days of hari raya.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Then, a fews weeks later, Mr K and I were invited for a hari raya dinner at Seri's in Senkang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hinAoKCswAABFcsQ41/seri.jpg?et=qShKxV9bx8BAS8t2bHUBEQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*Dinner with Seri and family.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Then, i was honoured to have Nani and bf to visit my place for raya. Thanks for coming, Nani! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hxVwoKCswAAFFPV-I1/collage2.jpg?et=QLuWSViWf%2C6PA13HOaDuJA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd November 2007.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Happy Birthday Adibah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Before meeting the wonders, it was lunch at my manager's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hlIgoKCswAAE4ebpA1/LUNCH.jpg?et=mL0OCIFyAQ4syIG0Gj%2BXfw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;After lunch, met up with Mr K, and i had made him panicked. I fainted in the train. Heh! Sorry, dear. It just happened. That had not happen for quite some time, and my blood pressure decided to be at its lowest point on that day in the train. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Because of what happened and because of my not so good condition, i was contemplating whether to go to anoher invitation that evening. A wedding dinner of friend from Poly. It was Dayana's wedding dinner reception cum Adibah's birthday dinner.. (Boleh gitu? hehe) the bride looked goegeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hn6woKCswAAAnaPaA1/DAYANA.jpg?et=VeGuQbYUst5Xz%2BMJI0vcew" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;*No, i did not faint at the wedding reception.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 November 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, Tasya came over from KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 November 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sitti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hp@AoKCswAADHuDvE1/SITTI.jpg?et=I1WooYbgTW6HrFi1e3yIXA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nani baked a fantastic chocolate cake for her. And on this day, Sitti celebrated her birthday as a bachelorette for the last time because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 November 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hsDwoKCswAAFudoKI1/WEDDING.jpg?et=5h8VhNqaiUdVFKKoPuOohw" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was a beautiful, simple solemnisation at Sultan Mosque. Alhamdulillah, all went well. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That day also, being the last day of Syawal was raya outing with my wonders..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0htXgoKCswAAHLhf301/raya%20wonders.jpg?et=1MGEXaf5u1KvYfqz2InuNA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And, just today, we had dinner at my boss place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Great food, great deserts and delicious cheese and prune on a stick (i ate 4 sticks of those!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R0hvQAoKCswAABzXCDw1/BOSS.jpg?et=OmQmx%2B6d8bRji3ODNoAN3w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Now, i just need to find the time to upload my pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;They will be in my multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Its not helping that my pc at home had gone *kapoot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4306396402983217940?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4306396402983217940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4306396402983217940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4306396402983217940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4306396402983217940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/11/backdated.html' title='Backdated'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1277276276824436657</id><published>2007-11-09T10:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T14:35:11.589+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reason why i've not been updating is becuase now, i couldn't turn on the bloody pc at home. Since Saturday, mind you and that really pissed me off. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, i needed the pc so bad and it still wouldn't turn on that i went to sleep feeling angry.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, i wnet to clients' place and the director said, "Linda, why do u look so stressed today? Not so smiley like yesterday?" and i was like, "was i"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i read something that kinda disturbed me. In fact i shouldn't have read it in the first place. Why do i made myself to read it even though i know that it's gonna affect me? Yup, my mistake. I shouldn't have done that. Period. If i didn't read it then i wouldn't have come across that "super-cannot-make-it" line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last sunday i was excited on getting and choosing the beautiful, beautiful, lace materials at Arab Street and monday, i was emotionally disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that was a test for us.&lt;br /&gt;Go away. Shoo! I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Dun ever come back, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1277276276824436657?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1277276276824436657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1277276276824436657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1277276276824436657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1277276276824436657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/11/reason-why-ive-not-been-updating-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5132160686435990441</id><published>2007-09-21T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:59:19.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*someone has sent you a smile*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;About a year ago, somewhere around this time in September, during Ramadhan, i remembered that it was only the first few weeks after we've moved into our new office in Orchard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was at work, occasionally checking my emails, amongst which, one of them was a simple message on friendster, "Lonestar has sent you a smile". At that point in time, i dun even know who this lonestar is. I wasn't even aware of his existence. So, to be polite, i replied by sending him a smile with a little hi, which he replied with a brief introduction of himself, &lt;em&gt;'who is so and so&lt;/em&gt;, who is a cousin of &lt;em&gt;so and so&lt;/em&gt; who happen to be a good friend of yours'&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RvP68woKCswAAHYSoZs1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RvP68woKCswAAHYSoZs1/Presentation1.jpg?et=wKFNcZHvAb0yFwlpdGRgWQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RvP5wwoKCswAAF0QUQI1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, its been exactly a year now that he became a part of me.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RvP2rwoKCswAABedZOE1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'm glad that he still is a part of me now. At a different level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i'm pretty sure that he's a lonestar no more &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;He is my Mr K.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;My star.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5132160686435990441?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/5132160686435990441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=5132160686435990441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5132160686435990441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5132160686435990441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/09/someone-has-sent-you-smile.html' title='*someone has sent you a smile*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4987917702512243411</id><published>2007-09-08T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:29:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Looked like the first week of September was a busy week for me.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll just summarised them in pictures..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuKfkgoKCk0AAHeBRTQ1/collage.jpg?et=9008ZH4q2PuyrWNjG3YImA" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd September 2007 - Dinner at Earl Swensens - Vivo City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuKf1AoKCk0AAHgCVDU1/collage1.jpg?et=lGwCKWNQ9SUEIxZWXJjD6Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;3rd September 2007 - Surprises and more surprises in the office :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuKgGwoKCk0AAAPWeVw1/collage3.jpg?et=Vb5761kIeuMzslcACV8Skg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;6 September 2007 Happy Birthday Erni! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RuKgxQoKCk0AAAxN7O81/collage4.jpg?et=L0UsFoKNwrGPlaJrv3EB5Q" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;7 September 2007 - Meet up with my wonders @ Mind Cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll update soon &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4987917702512243411?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4987917702512243411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4987917702512243411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4987917702512243411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4987917702512243411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/09/september.html' title='September..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1337492881082624842</id><published>2007-09-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:48:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its September already..</title><content type='html'>Ba de ya... say do you remember &lt;div&gt;Ba de ya... dancing in September &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ba de ya... never was a cloudy day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ba de ya... say do you remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ba de ya... dancing in September &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ba de ya...golden dreams were shiny days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the ninth month of 2007. Already. Time really flew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been really busy. And tired. Too tired to turn on the computer at home, in fact. I've been glued to Suria Rahsia Perkahwinan every Wednesdays, and Ghost Whisperer every Friday, (Gosh, i simply love looking and gazing at Jennifer Love Hewitt in that show. I love love love her hair. She's just so pretty!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some overdue pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245290304120834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rtl5ivPQKAI/AAAAAAAAADg/UN5JAd0DnDI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fireworks at Marina. 3 wonders turned up with their respective partners. Introducing, Lawrence into the picture. the other woders had some other fucntions, or recovering, but Shida, i'm glad that ur better now *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing, my audit department.Ok, this is out of nowhere, coz Jessa, the lady in blue suddenly came over to our department and wanted to take picture with the audit people. I just feel like putting up this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245702620981266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rtl56vPQKBI/AAAAAAAAADo/Zq_HC4Z3Kmk/s320/15082007137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin's picnic aka Rizal's belated birthday meet-up. Introducing, Hidayah, E-in's lovely girlfriend. Its a pity Dibz and Fadzil couldn't join us due to some complications on Dibah's post-lasik surgery. But she's alright now, alhamdulillah. And, we missed Fad and Shiefa, who are still in Brissy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245900189476898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rtl6GPPQKCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6WJZGbaa6Lo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, i got up and 5.20 am and left at 6.15 for a jog. I was so geared up to jog to remove some excess fats in my body. I have been considering joining up for aerobics classes or pilates, u know, just to tone up. I'm still considering. I though to myself, that i want to jog regularly, perhaps thrice a week. Maybe one of two dyas during the weekday, i'd get up at 5.30, and leave at 6 for my jog then come back ard 6.40, before getting ready for work. Do you think i can make it? I'm trying to convice myslef that i can. I wanna have well-toned arms. Like jennifer Love Hewitt's arm. Or Jennifer Aniston. Or Ummi in Hikmah (She has nice arms, you know).  And also tone uo my hips. Like Jennifer Love Hewitt's :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i came back before 7 because i dun wanna get too much sun coz i did not put on my sunscreen and mainly because after 5 rounds, i've got blisters on both feet. I ended up walking home with my socks as my only footwear, and my shoes in my hand :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to be a superwoman, and started cleaning the house, vacumming the rooms before making a call at Reds to make an appointment. I mmediately after that, (after breakfast and shower and all) i ruhsed out to Parkway for my 11 am appointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr K dropped by at Reds after his Singapore river photography alone, waited me up before we had lunch at banquet. Oh, when he dropped by Reds, my hairdresser recognised him and signalled to me that he was there. Then the person who did most of the job on my hair started to say things about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That one your boyfreind ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Handosme!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He so good, wait for you here, some boyfriend after a while they said they want to go home. Actually if me, i prefer my boyfriend to wait also"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your boyfriend, he very clean ah. He looks clean, not like some very untidy, so scary. I like clean boyfriend. Your boyfriend very good."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah, melambung dia puji. *Lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about that, i've got a couple of people saying that about him. Jessa, my collegue, she's from Philippines, when she saw Mr K for the first time when we left work together, came to me from the pantry the next day to tell me, "Your boyfriend is so handsome"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, while walking in PS, afer leaving one of the shops, one of the salesgirls talking to her collegue, poinying to Mr K, as if, saying, "Handome!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well well, well... Handsome sangat ke tunang aku ni? hehe.. *Mestilah!!* :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digressed a little too far. Upon reaching home, i realised i didn;t feel good, i've got a headache and took a nap. Tulah, siapa suruh jadi mcm superwoman, balik jogging, terus vacuum then terus keluar. Kan dah pening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my duck's tail hair's gone. Now i feel that my hair looks like a broom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1337492881082624842?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1337492881082624842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1337492881082624842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1337492881082624842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1337492881082624842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-september-already.html' title='Its September already..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rtl5ivPQKAI/AAAAAAAAADg/UN5JAd0DnDI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4258943707632223765</id><published>2007-08-20T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:29:57.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tummy hurts so bad yesterday that i didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only manage to struggle myself up from the arm chair in my room and slouched my way to my bed which usually takes a few steps, but yesterday, i thought i took forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i began to perspire and got all weak, that i ended up sleeping the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had difficulties tossing and turning in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when that pain comes, i'd usually pass it off as terrible terrible cramps, but yesterday, it couldn't be my cramps coz i'm nowhere near my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it's extra wind in my tummy, coz when i visited the doctor last month, thats exactly what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought &lt;em&gt;Owl&lt;/em&gt; ginger tea on my way home, and im taking such a long time to finish it up, coz its taste so yucky. I didn't like it, but i'm forcing myslef to gulp it down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is telling me that i need to see the doctor abt my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been pestering me to go for a check up.&lt;br /&gt;I want to, but i'm just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first experienced this pain since three months ago, and i knew that i've never had that kinda pain before,  and it seemed to be visiting me every month since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope its nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pain was extremely bad yesterday,(out of 10, i'd rate it 9.5) that i thought i need to do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4258943707632223765?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4258943707632223765/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5533535792424607758</id><published>2007-08-20T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:32:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of flats offered from HDB: 354&lt;br /&gt;Number of applications received: 10,200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting anxiously for a week for our queue number, hoping that our queue number would fall at least below 300, i checked online and guess what's our queue number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3,784.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5533535792424607758?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2177773967109146433</id><published>2007-08-18T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:50:03.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I just finished typing a long entry, and after i had checked that i was satisfied with my grammar and spelling, and select my text to change the font to another colour, everything was gone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You're testing my patience, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm off to meet Mr K before meeting my wonders before gg off to see the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1015738640357854613</id><published>2007-07-30T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:09:55.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The countdown begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1015738640357854613?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1015738640357854613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1015738640357854613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1015738640357854613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1015738640357854613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/07/and.html' title='And..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4067931640708204115</id><published>2007-07-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:51:10.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Have u watched it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, i mean, we did, no, i mean, Mr K did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was good! Glad u love the movie Mr K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Well, the show's not to bad, considering i have not watched/read any Harry Potter shows/books before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok.. I slept 2-thirds of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mr K.&lt;br /&gt;He ended up watching the movie alone, as in, not watching it together with me(coz i was asleep halfway, see), but with all the other Harry Potter watchers in Shaw Towers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, lesson learnt, for me, is not to go catch a movie less than 24 hours after a flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept halfway through while watching Love Me if you dare on Arts Central too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4067931640708204115?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4067931640708204115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4067931640708204115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4067931640708204115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4067931640708204115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1637360701885040770</id><published>2007-07-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:44:24.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've just finished watching the season finale of Prison Break 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Heh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1637360701885040770?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1637360701885040770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1637360701885040770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1637360701885040770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1637360701885040770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/07/guess-what-ive-just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3523174412684494144</id><published>2007-07-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T23:06:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second day in Brissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Something really uncalled for happened to me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at  a super crowded market, when suddenly i felt something soft brushed against my left hand which was holding a packet of cheesesticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nex thing i knew, i turned and saw a big brown dog moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna think it happened, but i just couldn't help feeling worried, and i got a very strong feeling it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got licked by that brown dog!&lt;br /&gt;I refused to think that i got licked, but my left hand the one near  where my courtship/proposal ring was. there. that area. wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent with me feeling sad and worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,dun worry, i got my left hand and ring sertu-ed with tanah liat which we took from an area near our apartment. Thanks from specific instructions from Mr. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was done correctly. Yakin mesti ada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3523174412684494144?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3523174412684494144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3523174412684494144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3523174412684494144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3523174412684494144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/07/second-day-in-brissy.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-595945622621638580</id><published>2007-06-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:35:12.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&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_5079638517722296818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rn6AUZw6sfI/AAAAAAAAADI/ea5FIqJ4ATs/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've cut my hair..&lt;br /&gt;I liked the way it looked when i stepped out of the salon, but now i feel that my hair looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;Like a duck's tail. It just won't curl inwards, it just won't turn out the way i wanted it to be. Its not helping that i'm hopeless with hair dryer. And it made me frustrated that i do not know how to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Carousel a few weeks ago with Mr K's uncle ( but he looks too young to be called an uncle), his treat. Thank you Uncle/Abang Saufi for dinner. Next time we go Straits Kitchen for dinner ok? Ada Chilli crab, furthermore i miss their delicious &lt;em&gt;chendol..&lt;/em&gt; hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638715290792450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rn6Af5w6sgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NvYAiGh529I/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Engagements engagements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations Uzaimah, Mr K's cousin and Idham..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638955808961042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rn6At5w6shI/AAAAAAAAADY/bzp5zT6MLA8/s320/collage10-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You looked very pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i'm having a backache coz i've just hand-washed the yellow baju kurung that i wore yesterday :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! My back!! :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Countdown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks! 2 weeks!!&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/12272660-595945622621638580?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/595945622621638580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=595945622621638580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/595945622621638580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/595945622621638580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/06/so.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rn6AUZw6sfI/AAAAAAAAADI/ea5FIqJ4ATs/s72-c/collage8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3991868872597126872</id><published>2007-06-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:01:40.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE X-FACTOR..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***I dun wanna think to much about it. But...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its really frustrating that you cannot please EVERYBODY in this this world, DAMN frustrating, i tell you. *screeeeeaaaaaaammmmmmmmmssssssss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I could just spend my whole weekend at sitting at home, i'm definitely sure it'll please one party but not the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I feel like just staying at home &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; weekend. Tak payah kluar, duduk rumah aje, buat apa yg patut. Kemas bilik ke, kemas rumah ke, buat kerja yg tak habis habis ke.. pergi kenduri rumah sedara mara, pergi pasar geylang ke, pergi ntuc ke, or just simply sleep the whole day through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because i was told that "walaupun kasi kluar, tapi sekarang kena kawal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kalau macam gitu tak payah keluar langsung can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I didn't know namedrop hurts. It hurts. It was hurtful.  It got worse the more i tried to brush it away as it keeps playing itself on repeat mode. I know it wasn't intentional at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is wrong with me today??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3991868872597126872?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3991868872597126872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3991868872597126872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3991868872597126872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3991868872597126872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/06/x-factor.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8188854996967534758</id><published>2007-06-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:47:23.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Haircut~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I think i seriously need a haircut.&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/12272660-8188854996967534758?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8188854996967534758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8188854996967534758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8188854996967534758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8188854996967534758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/06/haircut-i-think-i-seriously-need.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6251361762417311832</id><published>2007-06-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:28:18.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I think i'm beginning to feel tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm tired of flipping and looking through thick, thick files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm tired of looking for documents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm tired of going out with that black, heavy bag, filled with the bulky laptop and thick thicker, thickest files. It got so bad that i'm having shoulder-ache and a major backache now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've been coming home with a very heavy headache every night that made me rush for bed immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;In fact, i'm having headache now. For 5 nights in a row..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm halfway through my current job, planning to clear my 3 pages review points tmrw (yup, tmrw, saturday..*sigh*)before starting on my planning for my next job scheduled on tuesday all the way in Bukit Batok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Save me, somebody...please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073715057741443506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rml09pw6sbI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gyp8_dsNzH8/s320/stressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Alhamdulillah, i have a job&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6251361762417311832?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6251361762417311832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6251361762417311832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6251361762417311832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6251361762417311832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/06/somehow.html' title='Somehow..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rml09pw6sbI/AAAAAAAAACo/Gyp8_dsNzH8/s72-c/stressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5090106108286659459</id><published>2007-05-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:40:45.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple-ly day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;PURPLE-LY DAY 26 May 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiaraarlinda.multiply.com/photos/album/23"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069245058474934722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RlmThc3NgcI/AAAAAAAAACY/yMZdeElVZ0U/s320/collage4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Pretty purple tulips from le-sis in Brissy and pretty purple roses from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;*click on it to view pictures*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069245170144084434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RlmTn83NgdI/AAAAAAAAACg/S3x4eRylJLk/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple  songket baru kurung - Given by my dad to my mum on their wedding in 1964.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;All went well&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5090106108286659459?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/5090106108286659459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=5090106108286659459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5090106108286659459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5090106108286659459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/05/purple-ly-day.html' title='Purple-ly day...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RlmThc3NgcI/AAAAAAAAACY/yMZdeElVZ0U/s72-c/collage4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3554161717492285301</id><published>2007-05-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T23:58:36.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He deserves it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Congratulations Mr K!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm so proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5 years of hard work, struggling between work and part-time study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have i ever mentioned that i'm always amazed at people who are able to work and study at the same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've mentioned it before, i'm mentioning it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*smiles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067784748119458226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RlRjYM3NgbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KvgteySfmLE/s320/collage2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Singapore Polytechnic 2007 Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3554161717492285301?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3554161717492285301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3554161717492285301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3554161717492285301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3554161717492285301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/05/he-deserves-it.html' title='He deserves it.'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RlRjYM3NgbI/AAAAAAAAACQ/KvgteySfmLE/s72-c/collage2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-5786293853193962884</id><published>2007-05-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:05:23.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big thanks to Shida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Shida, love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thank you for changing my skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You're a pro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can never do this. Well, i can, but it'll take me ages!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I owe you one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-5786293853193962884?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/5786293853193962884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=5786293853193962884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5786293853193962884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/5786293853193962884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-thanks-to-shida.html' title='Big thanks to Shida!!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1493315532230097961</id><published>2007-05-19T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:13:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 May 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was deciding if i want to publish this now, or later..&lt;br /&gt;After much thoughts, i decided, might as well...&lt;br /&gt;Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I bought three pairs of shoes today.&lt;br /&gt;Not one, not two, but THREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier during the day.&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to meet at 2.&lt;br /&gt;But i was 15 minutes late coz i decided to put on some eye-shadow and eye liner and mascara only 10 minutes before 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, he'll just wait patiently downstairs till i come down.&lt;br /&gt;But today, he was asking where i was, what took me so long, why i took such a long time and i received lotsa 'where are you where are u where are u where r u where are u-s' from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came down he was naggy, and told me that the movie starts at 3. And i was like, oh,we're watching a movie? U've already booked it? We took the cab, he was pretty much entertaining himself with that Jim Carey's The Mask look. Distracted and quiet at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Suntec City Tower 4, headed straight to the counter to collect our tickets, bought our Nachos Combo and got to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was munching away on my nachos, thinking that the cheese was too lumpy and a lil diluted while he was just there all quiet and, seemed to be 'in his own world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights get darker and finally went off, a signal that the movie had already begun, and i had finished my nachos and placed it on the table in front of us, he got all serious and asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sayang, do you really love me? Are you really sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback and looked at him, mainly coz the movie just started and there he was in his serious tone asking me questions like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult looking at him coz it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;So, i asked him, "Why do you ask me like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because i want to hear some assurance from you and i want to be sure."&lt;br /&gt;At that time, i got a little confused and i could merely nod and answered a little yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached for something from his pocket and, and said something which i couldn't quite hear coz of the music from the movie, but i heard something about formality (or something like that), and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;**** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"... &lt;em&gt;Will you marry me&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing that he reached out was a ring. Again, of course i couldn't see it coz it was dark. I could only feel it. He slipped it onto my finger, [after asking me to give him my hand..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proposed.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he PROPOSED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, i was like, "Oh my God, he proposed? Did he just propose??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will call that the proposal ring.&lt;br /&gt;He called it our coutrship ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that was surprise number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise number 2 comes next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066312248646795682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rk8oJc3NgaI/AAAAAAAAACI/tIfTo24xXrU/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Sneak&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had dinner, and then i went to buy my 3 pairs of shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday he was telling me about the DHL balloon and that we would get on that balloon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned about that balloon again after the movies and told me that was the initial plan. He actually wanted to do the proposal on that balloon! But decided to do it in the cinema instead coz he was worried that the weather would be too hot and we would get uncomfortable, so he'd want to do it somewhere cooler, with me close to him, i.e in the cinema. How thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the movie we watched?&lt;br /&gt;Blades of glory.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny movie with a little meaningful message put across.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's gonna be a meaningful movie for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&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/12272660-1493315532230097961?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1493315532230097961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1493315532230097961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/05/19-may-2007.html' title='19 May 2007'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rk8oJc3NgaI/AAAAAAAAACI/tIfTo24xXrU/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1720897764626880089</id><published>2007-05-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:34:30.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno wat's wrong with blogger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer any comments in my comments page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post any comments in my friend's blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wat's wrong with Mr K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me worried when he wasn't there at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I got worried when my countless calls were not answered.&lt;br /&gt;My imagination started to run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i called again, an unfamiliar voice answered.&lt;br /&gt;He left his Sony at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he called me from a public phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's sick.&lt;br /&gt;He said he's not feeling too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta be home by now.&lt;br /&gt;But my msg-es were left unreplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-1720897764626880089?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1720897764626880089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1720897764626880089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1720897764626880089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1720897764626880089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dunno-wats-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8696279506576278376</id><published>2007-04-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:30:37.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused...</title><content type='html'>I got back feeling confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at home are confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're confusing me that its giving me a bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i feel like there's a million and one things to think about that its giving me a major headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its due to the fact that i couldn't put myself to sleep during my first virgin chalet  stay over with my wonders last night in my whole of close to 28 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet @ pasir ris, brunch @tekka, housewarming @ woodlands, walkaround @ tampines, and that thing at Expo before finally got home with a bad tummy ache which i dunno whether its due to that huge roti prata thats making me so full, or due to the fact that i did not eat anything after that. I dunno whetehr it was due to being too full or my stomach was too empty. But i'm alright, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation at home is confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big one. And its making me wanna cry - that thing that's causing me all the confusion, which i blamed partly for not sleeping properly last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i told him that i'd be back at 4-5pm. but i reached home at 6.30pm instead, and he's ignoring me from the time i reached home, till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she, i dunno, she just dun seem to be interested to hear out what i wanna share regarding the expo thingy. Well, at least, she talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, EVERYTHING is freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i'm back in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where i can be back at 6pm or midnight or 2-3 am in the morning or not even coming back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy my much younger cousins who are able to stay out late or start going out at 10pm at night. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to someone.  I wanna call my sis but its midnight there in Brissy, and she's not online now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still at the expo - with his parents, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for him to get back home coz he said needs to discuss something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating the blue packet M&amp;Ms which i thought has peanut butter filling but its just taste like normal chocolate candies, just crisper. (Well, its crispy M&amp;Ms, duh!)No peanut butter at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't there any good shows on tv a saturday night on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sleepy that while reading the newspaper, i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel sleepy but i couldn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bored*&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-8696279506576278376?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8696279506576278376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8696279506576278376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8696279506576278376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8696279506576278376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/04/confused.html' title='Confused...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6468198995141946382</id><published>2007-04-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:02:27.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oreos</title><content type='html'>There are some newly bought biscuits in the pantry and i'm resisting myself not to open any of them. Coz, it was so tempting that i opened the packet of Marks and Spencer custard and jam biscuits the last time. Its not that they mind if i'm the first one to open it anyway.. heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my collegue is going to the pantry and i heard some sounds of plastics/packaging being opened. I'm making my way to the pantry now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I have my Oreo biscuits now! I'm so happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her abt it yesterday. Yup, only yesterday. Wanted to tell her earlier, but i was told to wait and finally decided to inform her yesterday when she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have this feeling that she was not too happy with what i told her?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel that there's some doubts in her voice?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel like she's trying to be calm and tried to be happy throughout the conversation?&lt;br /&gt;Even though she said she'd pray for me, but, i could sense some sadness in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It disturbed me so much that i was literally trying to fight back my tears when i told him that everything was alright. That she had said nothing, that she was ok with everything. Well, there's actually nothing wrong, but he could just sense that something was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home from work yesterday felt different. It will feel different agin today, too, for this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;It felt weird. A little lonely. Coz he was neither there to entertertain me with his silly stories nor was he there for me  to irritate him with my silly questions or actions. Like playing with his collar/sleeve buttons, unbuttoning them and buttoning them where they shouldn't be. (You know, those tiny buttons underneath the shirt collars, he always have them buttonned, but i'll unbutton them and insert them to the first slot on his shirt intstead :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back from the jungle quick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6468198995141946382?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6468198995141946382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6468198995141946382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6468198995141946382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6468198995141946382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/04/oreos.html' title='oreos'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-3615608359814238815</id><published>2007-04-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:27:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Spa</title><content type='html'>Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know whatever happened to Perfect Spa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really impressed with the results of my skin after going there for my facial last year, within a period of 4 months or so. However, after Hari Raya, according to them, they would close down coz they need to relocate to somewhere in town and would call us back once the new shop's open which is somewhere in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some of the products i used were finishing, i should be able to call them and make an order and they would send the products to us. When we did call, (i.e. me and sis) the phone line was no longer in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, (We)  were really dissapointed. Me especially. Especially when my skin was so used and comfortable to their products, that i had stopped using my previous products and facial wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what? I was left with no choice but to go back to my previous products because there was no way for me to order /buy the perfect spa products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my skin isbecoming worse.&lt;br /&gt;I think much worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really dissapointing. Why does this always happen to me. When something good happened, it only last for a short while. Then, it would be gone, leaving me feeling helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart, Perfect Spa is such a dissapointment to me, for failing to continue update me/us i.e. the consumers, for being uncontactable to make our orders.For being gone, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have to look out for other places for facial. But how would i know if they were really effective for my skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating whether to go to the dermatologist/ see my family doctor/ try out the makeover clinic at simei or just try out any one of the many beauty shops. Should i try Wayan treat (or something like that?) or that Total Wellness that i read about in the newspaper. Or should i go to the Skin Centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really demoralising, u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-3615608359814238815?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/3615608359814238815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=3615608359814238815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3615608359814238815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/3615608359814238815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/04/perfect-spa.html' title='Perfect Spa'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2882182737143409923</id><published>2007-04-08T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:25:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full</title><content type='html'>We've been planning to have this double date since months ago coz 'Fadzil-has-never-been-to-seoul-garden-before' and finally, we managed to get some time together yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not helping that mum asked me to come along to a wedding invitation next block at 3pm a few days before yesterday. I thought, i could still make it coz 'i-dun-eat-much-at-weddings-anyway.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, come Friday, we were invited to a family lunch at ChaiChee Seafood at 2pm on that very Saturday, i thought, 'Oh no, i have to give that wedding a pass.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine, lunch at 2 which started at 3 due to some confusion of the venues, where i told myslef not to eat too much 'coz-i'm-going-to-seoul-garden-later', but i stuffed my *already-filled-with-mee-siam-stomach-during-breakfast-at-11 am,* with rice and chilli crab and sweet &amp; sour fish and fried kailan and baby squid and claypot beancurd and a huge mug of lychee drink, and some fruits that i became so full that it gave me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself and Mr K that i couldn't eat anymore, but at Seoul Garden, i just couldn't resist the sushi which i ate alot, and have a little bits of meat here and there,  (including deer meat which Mr K refused to try &lt;strong&gt;at all &lt;/strong&gt;coz he said its 'different') We were at Seoul Garden from 5-ish - 8ish and trust me, we were extremely full.. but i think, not as full as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rhh624Ngz0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aL6O8Qn1l2w/s1600-h/SG+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rhh624Ngz0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aL6O8Qn1l2w/s320/SG+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050922065316597570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a walk, hopefully to help with the digestion of food, headed for MacCafe for our hot drinks before ending our day ard 10-45 where my phone started ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to go for a jog later. But i need to find my running shoes first, coz my other pair for my left foot had mysteriously gone missing. Tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2882182737143409923?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2882182737143409923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2882182737143409923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2882182737143409923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2882182737143409923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/04/full.html' title='Full'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rhh624Ngz0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/aL6O8Qn1l2w/s72-c/SG+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7117954207726408073</id><published>2007-04-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:05:32.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my god!</title><content type='html'>I was in a state of denial again. I'm in denial again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denials..denials..denials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! Oh my god! oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i was exceptionally nervous about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of nervousness shot to level 10 (out of 10)when i was at Bugis at that time around 8-ish with *them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathe in...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathe out...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that just happened??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the book arrived today!! With a little note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million Fiza dearest. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7117954207726408073?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7117954207726408073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7117954207726408073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7117954207726408073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7117954207726408073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh my god!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6056379608685755830</id><published>2007-04-01T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:24:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiply</title><content type='html'>My multiply's active now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded some pictures there.. Feel free to browse through.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the link on the right.. It has always been there.. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its April. We've passed the first quarter of the year. Already???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6056379608685755830?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6056379608685755830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6056379608685755830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6056379608685755830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6056379608685755830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/04/multiply.html' title='Multiply'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8637416643065160247</id><published>2007-03-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:11:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My celebrity look-alikes part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_1/9ejk31_30587023a5c064enolm731" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He* upload a pic of me and did this game,a nd emailed me the results. I have yet to see it though. I still have no idea what the putcome is.. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After previewing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengok tu.. siap dgn captions sekali!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things he did. Never fails to make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-8637416643065160247?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8637416643065160247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8637416643065160247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8637416643065160247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8637416643065160247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes-part-2.html' title='My celebrity look-alikes part 2'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-478920468937309772</id><published>2007-03-28T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:10:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/lqn438_6581098177a064nolezs38" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-478920468937309772?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/478920468937309772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=478920468937309772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/478920468937309772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/478920468937309772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alikes'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1314012058408081110</id><published>2007-03-25T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:21:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When was the last time i updated my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And come to think of it, my last post consisted only 2 words? *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May i add another three words in addition to that post? i.e. Oh my God!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, yesterday we had our private fondue session at ECP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was given the fondue set for my birthday last year from Aya, and it has been sitting on my shelf in my room for at least 3 months, before i finally thought, lets have fondue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045876644536583618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RgaOEvILBcI/AAAAAAAAABc/3VhkQOO20Ag/s320/CIMG0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045876949479261650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RgaOWfILBdI/AAAAAAAAABk/tcKagKvvMGs/s320/CIMG0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Really??? *lol*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we bought our fondue ingredients like strawberries and marsmellows and bananas and some cut fruits from Giant Parkway Parade, a bowl of &lt;em&gt;tau suan&lt;/em&gt; from Banquet before heading off to find a seat at East Coast. We tried to look for sushi beforehand coz he feels like having sushi, but appararently we were fated not to have sushi that day. See, now u make me wanna eat sushi also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It took us quite some to light the candle which was a major challenge since we're having it at very windy East Coast, and it felt such an accomplishment to finally light it up. Bravo to him! *claps hands* Next was, melting the chocolates. They were melting very slowlly.. It took us nearly an hour, before my patience runs off and decided to squeeze some juice from the cut watermelons. Still, the outcome was very different from the normal melted chocolate, it became mushy and lumpy, but heck it, what do we care *lol*.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045879741208004066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RgaQ4_ILBeI/AAAAAAAAABs/KImeaXSmpWE/s320/collage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Do you fondue?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we began dipping our fruits and marshmellows and cut short our mini fondue session coz we overlooked the time we're gonna spend lighting up the candle and melting the chocolates, and furthermore, we were late to join his cousin and bf for dinner and Lin at Simpang Bedok, which we had to leave early coz my dad said, 'not to come home late.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Aya, thank you for the fondue set. It was really lovely. We're planning to have another session, this time, he's gonna bring his bunsen burner and i think we'll make do with chocolate paste (&lt;em&gt;his idea!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a great week!&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/12272660-1314012058408081110?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1314012058408081110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1314012058408081110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1314012058408081110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1314012058408081110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title='Hello...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RgaOEvILBcI/AAAAAAAAABc/3VhkQOO20Ag/s72-c/CIMG0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6223018937543173346</id><published>2007-03-15T14:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:01:21.252+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*no title yet again*</title><content type='html'>Pinch me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6223018937543173346?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6223018937543173346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6223018937543173346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6223018937543173346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6223018937543173346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-title-yet-again.html' title='*no title yet again*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-6514033957071699907</id><published>2007-03-10T22:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:24:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me?</title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is my fotopages really like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. To think that i last upload any pics in my fotogaes was in december??? *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fotopagaes are updated people.. Not fully, but they're new pics there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040298476443218066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RfK8wnpXMJI/AAAAAAAAABU/7rYHvxq1aFs/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rohaya's engagement&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations Rohaya!! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-6514033957071699907?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/6514033957071699907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=6514033957071699907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6514033957071699907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/6514033957071699907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me?'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RfK8wnpXMJI/AAAAAAAAABU/7rYHvxq1aFs/s72-c/collage8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-8555002703319005561</id><published>2007-03-01T23:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:08:58.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'>caution, mushy contents ahead</title><content type='html'>ok, this is super late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i got them the day after i came back from Brissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me some souveneirs.. from Brissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got into the car next to him, he told me to reach out for something under my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036965225007136546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/ReblL2aLvyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tnTvKmjztNg/s320/box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036966260094254898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/RebmIGaLvzI/AAAAAAAAABE/YzY4ZatUFP8/s320/stones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Snow white and the seven stones...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny thing was, i saw him buying those stones, in that very shop, but i just took a glance and paid no attention to it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Its about my thoughts and feelings for you,'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you because i &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; you, till the end, we will hold on to it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; to be with you, in times of fall, dispair, the love tht we have will give us hope to live for each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I build &lt;strong&gt;dreams&lt;/strong&gt; to be with you, without the dreams, we wouldn't have been together, now, later, and future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;cherish&lt;/strong&gt; the time we've had. I love u yesterday, today, tomorrow, and will always do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; in you, in us, moulding the future together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have &lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt; in you, in us, that u can give me the kinda happiness that i want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;U gave me the &lt;strong&gt;strength&lt;/strong&gt; that lift me up from my miseries..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAITH, STRENGTH, BELIEVE, DREAMS, HOPE, CHERISH &amp;amp; TRUST = love.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i will always love u till the end....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tissue anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-8555002703319005561?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/8555002703319005561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=8555002703319005561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8555002703319005561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/8555002703319005561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/caution-mushy-contents-ahead.html' title='caution, mushy contents ahead'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/ReblL2aLvyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tnTvKmjztNg/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4596354057186669756</id><published>2007-03-01T01:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:35:31.128+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that we're actually doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that we did it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hello?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its happening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4596354057186669756?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4596354057186669756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4596354057186669756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4596354057186669756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4596354057186669756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/03/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-7965964364271644839</id><published>2007-02-24T14:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T14:47:29.318+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Please...</title><content type='html'>To nobody in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything that u wanna know abt me, about us, ask me directly, or ask him directly. there's no point asking somebody else coz that he or she do not live with us, neither does  he or she was with us 24/7, listening to our plans 24/7, being everywhere we go 24/7, know every details about us 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i believe its not fair that u bombarded her/him with questions relating to us. Give him/her a break, please. I'd be fully irrirated if i were to be in her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the reason why u never ask me was because u knew u're not gonna get any answers from me. Because, most of the time, i chose not to answer, because its too private. Its our private live, personal live. If we're ready to asnwer u, we definitely will. Bombard me with questions, i'd get irritated and will choose to ignore you. If i keep quiet when u ask, take the que, its time to stop. You'll never get any answers from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing extraordinary about our lives. Its the same as yours.&lt;br /&gt;Respect it, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave my friend alone.&lt;br /&gt;For my sake, for our sake, for her sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm saying here is, ask me directly.&lt;br /&gt;It saddens us, really, that people choose to go toother alternative routes to get an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Peace*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-7965964364271644839?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/7965964364271644839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=7965964364271644839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7965964364271644839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/7965964364271644839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/please.html' title='Please...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-1372636582994100200</id><published>2007-02-23T14:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:07:42.383+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfers' Paradise 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rd6BjFTDpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hDH8461J3QM/s1600-h/CIMG0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034603873164305746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rd6BjFTDpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hDH8461J3QM/s320/CIMG0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He left me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034604934021227890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rd6Cg1TDpXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8s17qa0N6Sw/s320/CIMG0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...&lt;br /&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_5034604337020773730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rd6B-FTDpWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QPgJ5qb-DVs/s320/CIMG0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;@ Surfers' Paradise..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More Pictures coming up soon.. I've still yet to upload the pics to my comp at home and use my Picassa. I'm blogging from work now.. Heh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034606746497426818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rd6EKVTDpYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ko5EGnEXbRY/s320/CIMG0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/12272660-1372636582994100200?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/1372636582994100200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=1372636582994100200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1372636582994100200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/1372636582994100200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/surfers-paradise-07.html' title='Surfers&apos; Paradise 07'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IyUg3_uiceg/Rd6BjFTDpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hDH8461J3QM/s72-c/CIMG0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-2907967289933031797</id><published>2007-02-18T00:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:56:15.272+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i'd be leaving him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he left me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wil be waiting for me at the airport when i land in brisbane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is so last minute..&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-2907967289933031797?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/2907967289933031797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=2907967289933031797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2907967289933031797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/2907967289933031797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-thought-id-be-leaving-him.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-4593229958024836702</id><published>2007-02-16T13:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T13:23:01.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving..</title><content type='html'>Guess wat i just did?&lt;br /&gt;Well, not me, but with a help of my dearest Mr. K, and his friend who works in a travel agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just booked a flight to Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;It was just confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess when i'm leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itwas a close one. Flights were fully booked, She put me on waiting list and the next thing i knew, my flight's confirmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there, i;m going brisbane people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be right back in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-4593229958024836702?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/4593229958024836702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=4593229958024836702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4593229958024836702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/4593229958024836702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/leaving.html' title='leaving..'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-117152325990510512</id><published>2007-02-15T16:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:07:39.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i prefer Old Chang Kee's curry puff of all the puffs they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i liked sardine puff the first time o tried it coz it's so full of sardine and i could hardly see any onions in my puff. But, the second and third time i tried it, the  sardine's too little and i can see chunks of onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i liked pepper puff, but when i tried it yesterday i found the filling was too black for my liking (i thought that the filling was badly burnt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Curry puff is still the top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's chicken and the egg that i look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i blogging about old chang kee puffs today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-117152325990510512?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/117152325990510512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=117152325990510512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117152325990510512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117152325990510512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-prefer-old-chang-kees-curry.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-117103814799917465</id><published>2007-02-10T00:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:22:28.020+09:00</updated><title type='text'>We're complete!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/1600/360619/CIMG0440_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/513181/CIMG0440_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back lin!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lulu for dinner. Sorry i ate like as if i've not eaten for a 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot these days. I mean a lot. I think thats because i've been skipping lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sis is going off in 2 days and i ahve not gotten her anything. Bad sister i am! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;We're having a lil kenduri tmrw, mum asked him to come. Dad asked him to come. My sis invited him over, and i told him, "No need to come la!" He was being positive about it, and wanted to come, and will be coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed his driving licence early this week, and took me for a drive today after work.&lt;br /&gt;He's sad coz he's not going to Germany coz his boss decided that the Germans come over to Singapore instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, its 10th today! Our second 10th together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i dunno what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i think i'm beginning not to like it.&lt;br /&gt;My job.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to elaborate further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-117103814799917465?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/117103814799917465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=117103814799917465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117103814799917465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117103814799917465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-complete.html' title='We&apos;re complete!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-117053012393743919</id><published>2007-02-04T04:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:15:23.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirm, chopped, guaranteed</title><content type='html'>Just viewed one of the multiply updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, in red songket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i see him in that pic, with no pic of the bride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Feelingless. Emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats good right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-117053012393743919?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/117053012393743919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=117053012393743919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117053012393743919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117053012393743919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/02/confirm-chopped-guaranteed.html' title='Confirm, chopped, guaranteed'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-117007796593018593</id><published>2007-01-29T22:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:39:25.946+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What a way to welcome the week</title><content type='html'>I received a phone call from my sister this morning at 6.40 am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adik, kereta kita kena accident"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my plan to go back to sleep for 15 minutes after subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad came back, i saw our toyota with a dented front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important, nobody's injured. I think my dad was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'll be taking bus from tmrw onwards till the car's out from the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry, dun worry, we're fine, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just car-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..i miss my Baby Char.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-117007796593018593?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/117007796593018593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=117007796593018593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117007796593018593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/117007796593018593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-way-to-welcome-week.html' title='What a way to welcome the week'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116974406804138808</id><published>2007-01-26T01:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T01:54:28.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison break</title><content type='html'>U know, after tonight's 2 episode of Prison Break, my sis and i were geared up to the max to continue watching it from the vcd she got from her friend. We really wanna know what the final 2 episodes will be like, we can't wait for next week. We really couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, all we managed to see was..nothing. We couldn't see any motion. We could only manage to hear the dialogs. We were so disappointed. Very! Extremely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll just have to wait till next week to watch the final 2 episodes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116974406804138808?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116974406804138808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116974406804138808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116974406804138808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116974406804138808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/prison-break.html' title='Prison break'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116946670667441535</id><published>2007-01-22T20:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:52:56.316+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know i should be blogging about a lot of things thats been happening, but each time i reached home, i'd be too tired to do anything, or i'd be too 'busy' watching prison break. I know, im late. Season 1 is coming to an end, and i had only started and completed watching the first 5 episodes as at last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes my eyes so wanted to watch the show, but halfway through, i'd be dozing off in front of the computer, it would be understandable if i watched it on channel 5 coz i always take a short nap during the advertisement (which usually last till the next morning..my nap..not the ad, heh!), but watching the whole 41 minutes of prison break from a cd, with no interuption of the ads, also, made me dozed off. So, that means i was rellllllyyyyyyyyyy tired. Super tired. Then again, that's just me, I'm always tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talking about prison break, u know one of the lawyers, that Veronica, why do i feel that she look like Rory from Gilmore Girls? Is it her? She looks like Rory, but she doesn't sound like Rory. I've still yet to find out. And, oh, Michael Scofield is so hot! He's so handsome! He's a graduate from Princeton Uni, the real actor, not the character. And the character, he was an architect. Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why is it there's so many good looking guys who played as architect? Read: The Lakehouse, The Notebook, Prison Break. Ok, just those 3, but im sure there're many others. All these shows had architects in them. Good looking architects. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can imake an assumption that most architects are good looking? E.g Khairudin Shahrom is an architect, he's good looking, and he's left handed. If i'm not wrong, Keanu Reeves' left handed too, but he's not an architect. Azhar Sulaiman, architect, good looking. See what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, again, talking about architects, i have my very own, good looking, left handed architect. Mine. Just mine, only mine. Heh! And i heard he's gonna leave me and fly off to Germany for some projects, soon. Hmph! Germany, u know, not Geylang, but Germany! So best! Lets hope u really get to go to Germany this time. Lets hope it won't be like last time, when u're suppose to go Bahrain, but ur boss made some last minute changes and decided to go there himself, and made u stayed in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, yeah, lotsa things happened. Lots of discussions going on. Lots of plans coming up. Lots of thoughts exchanged. But, as usual, i'm always the last person to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its ok, as long as i get to know abt it, whether i'm the first or last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116946670667441535?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116946670667441535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116946670667441535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116946670667441535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116946670667441535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog.html' title='Blog...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116871488033428087</id><published>2007-01-14T03:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T04:01:20.366+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaked out!</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my financial statements and its getting on my nerves coz i'm trying to link the excel spreadsheet that i copied into word, but, one freaking line was missing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116871488033428087?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116871488033428087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116871488033428087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116871488033428087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116871488033428087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/freaked-out.html' title='Freaked out!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116810462281983300</id><published>2007-01-07T02:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T02:31:36.423+09:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/1600/90077/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/929846/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;Movies.&lt;br /&gt;Cable car ride.&lt;br /&gt;Walks.&lt;br /&gt;Dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;Picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116810462281983300?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116810462281983300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116810462281983300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116810462281983300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116810462281983300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116801836449743983</id><published>2007-01-05T23:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:32:44.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral of the story...</title><content type='html'>My boss is so kind-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he came to my desk handing me a little white envelope, saying, "Linda, this is for u, i didn't get to see you last friday . Selamat hari raya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned, and said my thanks and wished me selamat hari raya to him too..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now, guys, dun make it a habbit to let ur girl/lady/woman friend hold ur walltes/ipod/ whatever it is that u carry around, coz u might end up not going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That nearly happened to him. He has this habbit of asking me to 'tumpang' his wallet/handphone/i-pod into my handbag/wateva bag i'm carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was his i-pod. I dun even know it was in my bag till it suddenly it struck my mind. And the best thing was, he was to balik kampung for 4 days. So he had to part with his i-pod for 4 days. so kesian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just now, when i reached home, had my dinner, watched tv, delay dally here and there, i reached for my handphone, and got a shock when i saw tha t i have 23 missed called and 5 messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't go back coz his ipod AND wallet were still in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, he's like downstairs trying to call me, when i'm happily eating my dinner while watching tv in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the 23 plus 6 or so missed calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kesian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cartoon la he!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116801836449743983?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116801836449743983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116801836449743983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116801836449743983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116801836449743983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/moral-of-story.html' title='Moral of the story...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116766902435254184</id><published>2007-01-02T01:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:30:24.376+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*new*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hee! At last, i can copy and paste.. Dunno why it was unsuccessful earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh,  bought myslef a new handphone! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Transferred ownership under my name and changed plan. Free incoming now,y'all! heh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sila la calling calling.. *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy the video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="value="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWwzdgIKtKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Out of the blue - Delta Goodrem]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116766902435254184?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116766902435254184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116766902435254184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116766902435254184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116766902435254184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/new.html' title='*new*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116763919819378046</id><published>2007-01-01T15:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:13:18.293+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 is here, already??</title><content type='html'>I do not know how to upload a video from youtube. I tried copying the embed or watevaitis called, but nothing came out. So, i gave up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how hopeless i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 2007 is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2007, Goodbye 2006!&lt;br /&gt;Salam Aidiladha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;What should i blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that i had stumbled my way into 2006 where i had to face the reality of how hurtful a certain truth could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i was always in denials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i was always depressed, and always trying to put on a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i would think and dreamt that i would spend my old retiement days in the future, by volunteering and registering myself into the old folks home coz there won't be anybody to look after the old aged-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i thought that i would be walking this world alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i was emotionless or nasty or low or just plain cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i avoided/missed one of my wonder's engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i avoided weddings. Hence missed 3 wedding invitations of my beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i shut myself from people.friends.everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, towards the end, it changed, and i'm glad it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not say more, but lets just say that i'd like to think i'm sashaying my way into 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. I welcome 2007 in my sleep. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new beginning, new chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share this song from Delta Goodrem. Found the video, dunno how to upload it here. Just enjoy the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the blue-Delta Goodrem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new beginning, a new chapter of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;started the day, when i thought it could be my last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes were wide shut but i, i hadn't given up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just thought i'd be walking, the world alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the blue, there i met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;showed me a life i can't see without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's just no way that i can fight these emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your energy running through me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody can renew me, like you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the bluecan this be true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family and friends they were my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't one for butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you gave me love that i can't disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there will be times when we're apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know you're in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;growing into a beautiful garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no emotions, my whole body felt like ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;needed to feel, that the sun would shine my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my world had turned to dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i, had my faith and trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just thought i'd be walking the world alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family and friends they were my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't one for butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you give me love that i can't disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be times when we're apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know you're in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;growing into a beautiful garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the blue There I met you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can’t believe that this happened so soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And theres just no way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can fight these emotions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your energy running through me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Out of the blue)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There I met you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Showed me a life) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't see without you(Out of the blue)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There I met you, you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Showed me a life) I can't see without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be times when we're apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I want you to know you're in my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing into a beautiful garden &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Finally come true)(Out of the blue)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(There I met you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the video, click here&lt;em&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=0C52EE39DFBC2146"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=0C52EE39DFBC2146&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007, all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116763919819378046?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116763919819378046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116763919819378046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116763919819378046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116763919819378046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-is-here-already.html' title='2007 is here, already??'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116715070647181850</id><published>2006-12-27T01:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:31:46.500+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelare was great. So was the hot chocolate, remind me to get toffeenut latte next time i go starbucks ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not suppose to know this, but i've been told(my my collegue who handled the payroll, she practically came up and whispered to me..hehe ) that my salary had been reviewed. That means an increment of..say 250 bucks? heh! And before March, we'll be getting a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116715070647181850?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116715070647181850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116715070647181850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116715070647181850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116715070647181850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-see-gelare-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116705938212414245</id><published>2006-12-26T00:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:09:42.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Villa Bali, Little Bali</title><content type='html'>So, i got my hair fixed  and went to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair didn't look that bad after all. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice place, but my camera went flat. I think its time i recharge the battery coz the last time i did that was more than a month ago. I had my camera with to PGL which was on Nov 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we just make do with the camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116705938212414245?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116705938212414245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116705938212414245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116705938212414245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116705938212414245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/villa-bali-little-bali.html' title='Villa Bali, Little Bali'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116702927352738850</id><published>2006-12-25T15:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:47:53.556+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow i think he's married already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog entry at a multiply site of a friend's cousin's (i.e. his cousin) cousin (understand?)mentioned that 3 of her cousins got married and there was one engaggement this year. So, what are the odds, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe he's married. I think so. Its not confirmed, chop guaranteed, i jsut felt that he's married already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, i went to 2 weddings yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for avoiding weddings this year.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they have to play extremely loud music? Its so difficult to engagge in a conversation, ok? Its irritating as well. Can't they do without loud music? As in loud LOUD music. It gave me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm having a bad hair day today. And i've gotta go somewhere later. Can i not go, coz i have a bad hair day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116702927352738850?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116702927352738850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116702927352738850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116702927352738850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116702927352738850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/somehow-i-think-hes-married-already.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116689282927149661</id><published>2006-12-23T23:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:27:55.413+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like a box of chocolate...</title><content type='html'>... u never know what u're gonna get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going home really late lately due to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;christmas shopping for office exchange gifts among collegues (where i experienced a very packed shopping centre which got me a little restless), &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fish soup with milk,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;christmas shopping at peninsula where the shop that we wanted to go to was closed (hence the christmas shopping in town, refer to the first bullet point above)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lovely card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a box of chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the list goes on...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, the last 3, that were not the reasons why i was home late, it was just part of the reasons, heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, take yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of my going home late due to my last minute shopping on thursday night (i need to get that gift that night itself, by hook or my crook coz the exchange of gift was the following day), i found myslef still in bed till 7:45 am. Usually by that time, i was either out of the bathroom, getting ready/deciding what to wear or already combing my hair. So, to be in bed still, at 7.45am is no joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quickly took my shower, got myself ready, grab whatever my hands could get on (TGIF, therefore its dress down day) have a quick dab on my face, have a quick breakky then off into my dad's car to send me off to the mrt station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My phone started beeping while i was going down the stairs at my block, which i ignored. Upon reaching the train station, checked my handphone, had 2 missed calls and 1 message received. I was rushing like one mad woman, juggling trying to reply to that msg, and keeping my eyes alert so that i would not bump into other people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was rushing towards the control station, when, suddenly my arm was being held and i was greeted with an enthusiastic "good morning!" which startled me so much that i gave out an unglamourous, loud, "&lt;em&gt;Oh mak engkau!"(&lt;/em&gt;its either that or it was &lt;em&gt;oh pocot&lt;/em&gt;!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*terperangat gegirl*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i went, "Eh, what are u doing here? Aren't you suppose to be at work?? How long have you been waiting?" which was only answered with a sheepish grin from him, "Oh, i just thought of coming over to bedok and wait for u... (and surprise you??)"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was deeply surprised, ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that was surprise number one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon reaching office, my audit manager came up to me and said, "Linda, boss just called adn he said today half day.." Wah! another surprise. Because,the day before, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; kept boasting to me that &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; will be having half day at his office. So, he had half day, i also have half day. But i went back close to five... heh! (and made him wait for about 30 minutes) Dinner and movies were on our agenda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for today, me and my sis did this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/33136/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week, i was celebrating someone's birthday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/41364/collage3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two weeks ago was at the zoo... where i spent a day with so many guys fot the first time.. hmmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/680082/collage4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a few weeks before that was my first ever bike ride..heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/780521/collage5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, i'm so in love with picasa2!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, is it just me or are there really lotsa expecting mothers out there. They're so many, its just overwhelming, that we had a game of our own. A 'be the first to spot an expectant mother game'. Last time, we went out, we spotted 8. I won! haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, so many mummies with tummies &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i go! Congrats eh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116689282927149661?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116689282927149661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116689282927149661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116689282927149661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116689282927149661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/lifes-like-box-of-chocolate.html' title='Life&apos;s like a box of chocolate...'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116650206246070409</id><published>2006-12-19T13:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T13:21:02.480+09:00</updated><title type='text'>*smiles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Takes a deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*contented*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116650206246070409?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116650206246070409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116650206246070409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116650206246070409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116650206246070409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/smiles.html' title='*smiles*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116576585107897484</id><published>2006-12-11T00:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:50:51.273+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 December 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days to his birthday. Stress aku stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i got his birthday present already. Selamat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i play cheat, i got his present with him coz i didnt know wat to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's next week story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just summarise. In chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First bike ride ever. Thank you Dibah.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with him.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise for him. Then Zoo with him and the cousins. Thank you Reez and sis (and bf) of his cousins! [U sure know who u are]&lt;br /&gt;Present hunting for next week. And something else&lt;br /&gt;Breeks, Happy Feet, Zegna, Fondue, SMRT cab, ECP( hmmm.. our own private joke. *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know ur not reading this, nevertheless, Thank you, awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try find the time to uplaod the pics.&lt;br /&gt;Now that there's picassa in our new pc, i'll play around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/762894/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ta-dah!! Cool kan? I combined 6 different pictures of me. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116576585107897484?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116576585107897484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116576585107897484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116576585107897484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116576585107897484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/10-december-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116516483732532020</id><published>2006-12-04T01:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:05:18.306+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasya was in town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/1600/492883/CIMG0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/84240/CIMG0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supper- sup tulang @ beach road with Nani's parents and bro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/1600/191797/CIMG0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/412383/CIMG0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The UWA peeps, Erni, Rajes, Nani and Tasya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/1600/756214/CIMG0035_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/586245/CIMG0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just 2 of us from Curtin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tasya was in town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, that made a perfect excuse to meet up coz its not everyday that Tasya is in SG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We met for dinner at a restaurant at Little India where we had our meals served on banana leaves. Then somewhere near Mustaffa for teh tarik, then Nani's parents and younger bro joined us and took us jalan2 ard Singapore,i their big car, going to places that i've never been before. So, Tasya, u were not the only tourist that night. I was like a tourist too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, we ended our day at Beach road, for the famous sup tulang. My first time too! *lol*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a great reunioun. Thank you ladies. *smiles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tasya, lain kali stay lama sikit k? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/486516/CIMG0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rose number 2 :. an evening to remember.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I received my second rose, in 2 weeks, in a form of a picture frame. Which, according to him, was, the PGLM aftermath. It comes together with the PGLM soundtrack which he 'burn'. That was the last resort since it was sold out last week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmm.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He's just too sweet, i'm gonna suffer a serious case of diabetes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just can't thank him enough.&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/12272660-116516483732532020?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116516483732532020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116516483732532020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116516483732532020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116516483732532020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/12/tasya-was-in-town.html' title='Tasya was in town!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116455701793491728</id><published>2006-11-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:18:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/565533/index_pglm_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri Gunung Ledang the musical was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AWESOME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I LOVE IT &lt;em&gt;many many&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/475422/CIMG0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitti's mum, Linda, Sitti and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Sitti and Linda and family... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Rizal and his pretty god sister..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say that it was a night full of plesant surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/1600/475374/CIMG0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/844/1032/320/690254/CIMG0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sekuntum (setangkai) mawar merah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dunno how to put my Saturday night in words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its simply...Priceless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too bad the soundtrack was sold out. We'd definitely get one each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was one lovely evening with a lovely rose and a fantastic play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*paragraph up to no good* :(&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/12272660-116455701793491728?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116455701793491728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116455701793491728&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116455701793491728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116455701793491728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/11/awesome.html' title='awesome!'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116430392942442235</id><published>2006-11-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:45:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*denial, DENIALS*</title><content type='html'>Lets just say i'm in denial..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. This can't be happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in denial. Yes, i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116430392942442235?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116430392942442235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116430392942442235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116430392942442235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116430392942442235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/11/denial-denials.html' title='*denial, DENIALS*'/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116404057358963857</id><published>2006-11-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:24:26.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He said i had lost weight since the last time we met, which was about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just now, he said he thinks i'd look better with a little bit of flesh after seeing how much weigh i had lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis mcm mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I got my phone bill, and got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really utilised my 250 free sms-es per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most i'll send, perhaps, about 50.&lt;br /&gt;This month, not only i fully made use of the free 25o sms-es, i went doubled. In fact, a little bit more than twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of (local) sms: 546!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishh! Thats a plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I coudn't believe it when i first saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local air time call charge:&lt;br /&gt;Off peak: 388.8 min&lt;br /&gt;Peak: 238.7 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Am i unpretty enough?Do i talk too much?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this song?&lt;br /&gt;Its playing in my head.. haha. I can't remember the title and who sang the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone enlighten me, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116404057358963857?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116404057358963857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116404057358963857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116404057358963857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116404057358963857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-said-i-had-lost-weight-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn_delysa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764137509430274687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12272660.post-116387346467877114</id><published>2006-11-19T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:19:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm.. (dot..dot..dot..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/844/1032/1600/sitti"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/844/1032/320/sitti%27s%20birthday%20023.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; One love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friday was Sitti's belated birthday dinner with them. Initial plan was to the fish market, but the queue was just too long, so we decided to cross over and went to Fish and co. instead. Hope u like ur present, Sitti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above, nice kan? I love. One love, but the LOVE was inverted coz the lighting was better from where we sat. Guess who took that pic for us? Erni's bag! We put it on self timer. Hee~ Biasa! Da lama buat kerja macam ni.. *lol* Betul tak kawan-kawan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i got myself that pair of shoes that i fell in love with when i first them saw at PS Charles n Keith duirng lunch last week. It'll match perfectly to the top that i'll be wearing this Saturday. Saya sungguh suka~. And also, i've got a new camera! Goodbye Olympus, Hello Cassio! Thank you kakak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we were at Parkways Parade Charles and Keith,trying on the shoes before buying them. I was contemplating whether to get size 37 or 38, and was trying out one of the sizes when this 'amoi' and her young son came in and sat next to where we were sitting trying out her shoes. This is where something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i was trying out the other size, my own original shoe was situated to where she was sitting. So, i wanted to get them. No, i asked my sister to get them. So, there she was (my sis) telling her that she wanted to get my shoe, and what did that amoi do? She did the most unexpected thing that my sister and i couldn't believe that she actually did that. Ok, we expected her to just bend down and pass my shoes which were on the floor, over to us, but noooo, she didn't do that! What did she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually spread open her legs such that my shoe were in between her wide open legs. We were taken aback, thinking *eh dekni betul ke tak?* and i started to laugh out loud. OMG, that was ridiculous ok! So, my sister had to bend down, stretched out her arms and get my shoe on the floor from between her wide open legs. We were both laughing and i called out loud saying, "OK! That was really weird!" And this amoi like gong gong, mcm takde apa-apa gituk! *tsk tsk tsk!* Bodoh betul eh orang2 ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i told my sister, "Kak, u should actually say to her, can you pass the shoe to me coz i'm not going to get them from in between your legs!" *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa nak buat? Dah terjadi pun. Ada ke patut? We still laugh about it when we talked about it. We just couldn't forget that it actually happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna trim my hair tomorrow! I think i wanna go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/844/1032/1600/sitti"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12272660-116387346467877114?l=lynn-delysa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/feeds/116387346467877114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12272660&amp;postID=116387346467877114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116387346467877114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12272660/posts/default/116387346467877114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynn-delysa.blogspot.com/2006/11/ummm-dotdotdot.html' title='Ummm.. 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