<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392</id><updated>2009-11-14T06:01:07.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LyNNz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1745569964661460767</id><published>2009-11-11T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:19:40.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why, hello again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blogitemtitle&gt;i could never sleep these days. i don't knw why. &lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate not being able to sleep. because then i'll keep thinking. and thinking. and thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stumbled across a fine frenzy again. i don't knw why i get addicted to the song. especially when it makes me so emotionally depressed. every dark feelings surfaced again. and now, i've heard over and over and over again. and i feel like crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over what? i dont quite know. all i knw, i just want to cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took one zyrtec. hoping it will put me to a comfortable sleep. instead, im still awake. very awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does people always leave? do they? why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so alone. i need a break. from city life. from here. from now. take me, take me away. i want to put my phone away. so i don't have to glance over it every few minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take me away. now. please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart feels very heavy. i wished i knew wad's causing it to be that way. take me somewhere, where i can sit on the sand, digging my toes in, listening to the sound of waves. no words are needed, just sit with me. until im ready to come home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1745569964661460767?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1745569964661460767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1745569964661460767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1745569964661460767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1745569964661460767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-hello-again.html' title='why, hello again.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1992497216407980259</id><published>2009-05-16T04:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:02:47.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a small achievement</title><content type='html'>alcohol is a depressant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost... ALMOST text him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i didn't. i would have regretted it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank YOU for keeping me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1992497216407980259?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1992497216407980259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1992497216407980259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1992497216407980259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1992497216407980259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-achievement.html' title='a small achievement'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-5834622751572665348</id><published>2009-05-10T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:17:59.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Shit Bag</title><content type='html'>Once again, I let myself got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I failed in keeping my heart in check.&lt;br /&gt;I let myself to drift away, thinking this may be right. The one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My ass, more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chased me when you had a gf.&lt;br /&gt;I told u, i never wanna be the third party.&lt;br /&gt;You convinced me, that I was the one you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;So you dump her.&lt;br /&gt;We started a relationship then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a month, she came to your house packing her stuff,&lt;br /&gt;You freaked out, and immediately broke up with me,&lt;br /&gt;Without even talking to me first.&lt;br /&gt;You made your decision thru facebook. pfftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed. You broke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, you got all confused again.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me back.&lt;br /&gt;I clearly told you. DONT HURT ME AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;You did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again you did it abruptly. All within a day.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we were still watching movies and having dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Muttering sweet nothings. However your actions was a lil distant, I noticed.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed lil lil things. But I guess I forget to see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday afternoon - you told me blantly, you miss your ex. so much you cant sleep or work.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday evening - you told me, you are leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night - you told me you cant have communicate with me anymore. because she said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night itself, you've let it slip, that you've been dining with her when I wasn't free to see you. That you already told her you wanted her back before even telling me about it. And when I asked, why did you not tell me all these? Why did you hide it away from me? You immediately got all fired up, and said, you didnt think it was necessary to let me knw about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I was caught off guard, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already reeling from the fact that you can do this to me again.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, you brutally told me, in my face, how much she means to you, how much you love her more than me, that you cant afford to lose her to another person who is currently pursuing her, that you are gonna marry her once you get her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you are born cruel or you love pushing me to the edge to jump off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these you tell me, yet just the weekend before, you took me back to your parents place in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;To see your family. To get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;You told me, your love for me surpasses everyone, even your first ex-gf of 6.5years. The one you loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;You told me, I was the best thing that happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;You told me, in each facebook email, how much you care and love me and you vowed never to let me go. Ever again.&lt;br /&gt;You told me, I gave u so much life that you manage to quit football betting and loses the interest of going clubbing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me, how boring your ex (current gf that replaces me) was.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid she was, that sometimes wad she did, she dont even realise she was annoying the hell out of you.&lt;br /&gt;You told me, you cant communicate with her. That sometimes she just stares blankly at you not understanding wad you've just said.&lt;br /&gt;You told me, you can't wait for the weekend to get out of the house and to go partying with your friends, just because being with her in the house is just so goddamn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you are telling me she's the one for you?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, you freaked out, firstly, because she's about to accept someone's invitation to care for her. secondly, she recently blocked you from all sorts of communication.&lt;br /&gt;News flash : You HATE losing. That's one of the reason you can't sleep at night, just because you hate the thought of losing your most biggest fanatic fan to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;And so, you thought she's the one. Because this sudden feelings, you are unable to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were once, we were playing this game Solitaire Showdown on Msn, you lost, and you didnt even wanna talk to me on the phone after that game. So you tell me, the fear of losing or was it true feelings? I don't know. And to be honest, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knw, I can do better.&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me, I'm getting the better deal out of this.&lt;br /&gt;She's stuck with you, worrying her entire life if you are ever gonna dump her ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm free as a bird, I'm gonna be experiencing something new. Someone new. Someone who knows when to make a decision and stick with it. And someone who deserves my love. Because darling, you dont deserve it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I was hurting so much.&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't when you suddenly explode a bomb onto their face.&lt;br /&gt;But I can live without you now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's only been a couple of days since then.&lt;br /&gt;But guess wad? I guess your brutalness got me a reality check that this wasn't how a relationship should work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much effort I put in for you.&lt;br /&gt;I took care of your home.&lt;br /&gt;I wash/scrub/hang/dry/fold your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I vaccuumed/sweep/mop your whole house.&lt;br /&gt;I iron your working clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I clear the damn dustbins and put it outside.&lt;br /&gt;I made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I made your heart skip a beat each time I surprises you with things you dont expect.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my lifestyle for you.&lt;br /&gt;I hung out less with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;I stop my makeup and dance class just to see you more often.&lt;br /&gt;I was losing myself when Im with you.&lt;br /&gt;But I was afraid more of losing you that's why I kept on going.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I couldn't believe a marketing manager from a college couldn't appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around you.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was about you.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these, you are throwing it all away.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, I shouldn't have compromised so much to you.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have lose myself just to please you.&lt;br /&gt;I realised, making mistake and working our way, forgiving one another, learning another's traits is actually how relationship works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to put a stop when I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to you. I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;You used me to test your feelings for your ex.&lt;br /&gt;You were honest, but cleverly hide things you dont wanna tell.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt never to trust you ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could be friends in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I'm afraid you may just cheat on your wife then.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how fickle minded you are. That's what you will do.&lt;br /&gt;One day you love me, One day you love her.&lt;br /&gt;Another news flash! : i knw deep in my heart, you'll regret your actions. You'll suffer for it. Because you always thinks you know. But time again and again, you fail to really know what you want. Soon enough, you'll get all bored again, why? Because she's boring. Simple as that. You would only want something you can't have. Guess wad? You can never have me ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, Feelings never dies. It just goes right deep inside your heart, making itself comfortable and special place to rest. Oh, did I mention that, those kind of feelings, won't resurface for those who know how to appreciate the ppl who gave their heart and soul to their love ones?&lt;br /&gt;As for you, This will never work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thank you really. For giving me a chance to have a better life out there. For waking me up from these so-called-dream. I'm enjoying others attention right now. And I am so blessed to have real good friends who took me out each day, to talk to me, to advise me, right til i came to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends who loves me:&lt;br /&gt;Peggy&lt;br /&gt;FM&lt;br /&gt;Buluman&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Keshy&lt;br /&gt;Azrin&lt;br /&gt;Nezyrin&lt;br /&gt;Lily&lt;br /&gt;Marianne&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;Ivy&lt;br /&gt;Desmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-5834622751572665348?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5834622751572665348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=5834622751572665348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5834622751572665348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5834622751572665348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-shit-bag.html' title='That Shit Bag'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1506766871579113092</id><published>2009-02-02T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:27:41.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>During working hours....</title><content type='html'>This is wad we do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Calibration overdue&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 12:05:59 &lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:FoongMun.Ng@.com"&gt;FoongMun.Ng@.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:lynnafcl@.com"&gt;lynnafcl@.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunway ones are fucked uplaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but nearest barcelona is rnb but...i dont have good experiance with that place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but can give it a try again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOS...thursday is rnb but damn expensivela the cover charge....and fugging cold somemore..hahahaaa...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or else i suggest sanctuary...coz the music is ONZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Sharylynna [mailto:lynnafcl@.com]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, February 02, 2009 2:17 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Ng, FoongMun Subject:&lt;br /&gt;RE: Calibration overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok one day, we give barcelona a try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yea i heard that mos if fugging expenchip too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hmmmm santuary.. sounds good sounds good.... hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Calibration overdue&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 14:23:04&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="mailto:FoongMun.Ng@.com"&gt;FoongMun.Ng@.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:lynnafcl@.com"&gt;lynnafcl@.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sanctuary is good,.i love the music there...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this sunday can go berhappy oso..coz monday holioday!!!! u too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Sharylynna [mailto:lynnafcl@.com]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, February 02, 2009 2:26 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Ng, FoongMun&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Calibration overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YEA WEI. wahhh so fast thinking of next monday liau. today is a monday u knw... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shit, my calendar is still january. must switch to february ady.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;shit la... time passed damn fast wei... apa hal dgn kita ni...... takda semangat berkerja langsung... lets rob a bank la. lol... ahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Calibration overdue&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2009 14:30:43&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;a href="mailto:FoongMun.Ng@.com"&gt;FoongMun.Ng@.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: &lt;a href="mailto:lynnafcl@.com"&gt;lynnafcl@.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nvm....luckily your calender masuk 2009 edi..not still stuck in 2008. keke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eahman..time passing damn fugging fast.tell me about it.... at least you are working with dad..not too bad..im like..so many goals to achieve this year and so many holidays...die laaaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Sharylynna [mailto:lynnafcl@.com]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, February 02, 2009 2:43 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Ng, FoongMun&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Calibration overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i need other things to occupy my mind. wait. *semangatly checking calendar for nx holiday* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SHIT. APRIL NO HOLIDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OH. MAY - 1st, Friday - Labour Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but Wesak Day falls on a Saturday, 9th, May. means no holiday hor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JUNE- 6th Saturday AGAIN. sigh... Birthday of yang di Pertuan Agong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FUG. JULY NO HOLIDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AUGUST. 31st lor. National Day. - Monday. YAY YAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WAH I LIKE SEPTEMBER. 7th Nuzul Al Quran - Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;20th- 21st Hari raya Puasa Sunday &amp;amp; Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KNNCCB OCTOBER NO HOLIDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOVEMBER. Deepavali - sunday 15th, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;27th - friday hari raya haji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;30th- princess sharyl bday. MONDAY. kanasai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DECEMBER. FUG DECEMBER LA. I QUIT ON DECEMBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Ng, FoongMun (FoongMun.Ng@.com)&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, 2 Feb, 2009&lt;br /&gt;To: Sharylynna (lynnafcl@.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YA ALLAH......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehee...my bday is on Friday....means friday night can partay....wait..i dont even know what to do....hahahahahaahahaa........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours on momday? :S...... we make it earlierla..saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, tell me how productive we are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1506766871579113092?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1506766871579113092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1506766871579113092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1506766871579113092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1506766871579113092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2009/02/during-working-hours.html' title='During working hours....'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6684978656756803951</id><published>2009-01-09T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:13:32.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>... someone asked me if I did at least weigh 30kg. i don't knw if that's a compliment or a sarcastic remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i think my alcohol tolerance level is slightly increasing. 3 glasses of beer + 1 tequila shot + few glass of liqour. and m still standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i actually youtube for dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my playlist now is filled with r&amp;amp;b songs that makes me more gian to go clubbing *oh wad has happened to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... when ppl asked me, what's my new year's resolution. i answered, What resolution? OMG it's new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i stayed home in bed for Xmas and New Year eve. champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i can't set which is top priority coz i'm too greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my phone bill went skyhigh rocket coz I thought I should wish ppl on those festive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i hate February coz there's not public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i already scan thru the months trying to look for MORE holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i dont have a proper meal coz i dont have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i am so tired by the time the food is in front of me, i can hardly eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i miss marianne's xmas dinner. the food was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'm gonna treat/pay dianne for her fantabolous poster done up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... someone called me a butch. *wtf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i havnt been watching tv for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i miss my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i alwis buy a planner but never write anything in it except my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i need to get back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6684978656756803951?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6684978656756803951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6684978656756803951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6684978656756803951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6684978656756803951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4138462800575844841</id><published>2008-11-24T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:53:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn to be more respectful</title><content type='html'>been hovering over this matter lately. seems like it's never solved. i think people just needed to learn to respect another person other than themselves. yea well i knw some don't even respect themselves but that's not the point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed that you, can do that. Like the silence previously have no impact on you. Apparently you do that to others as well. Oh well, I've come to terms of your particular behaviour therefore, I've accepted for who you are. Just that I'm not gonna pretend it never happened. Respectful is what you needed to be in order for others to treat you like a friend. A true one at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed that you, can do that. That place is not meant to be private when thousands of others can come to know about it. It's just bugging my mind, when one moment your doing this, and the next your saying another thing. And your sibling, A, oh god. i find it very disturbing that A checks it so often, putting comments all over it. I mean, yes your close but... nevermind. I'm sure you readers get my drift. Respect is what BOTH of you needed to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed that you, can do that. That you promised to do it since early this year. But what on earth happened? Too busy? Or you are not planning to do it? Then just be honest and tell us all what really went down. Don't go pretending on your blog bout how you want your future to be, and how discipline and how hardworking you are when this little thing you can't fulfil to a bunch of us who's been waiting patiently for so many months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did made a blunder in the past. Of being disrespectful to others. Not even thinking of the other side's feelings over the matter. Mayb that's why I try to stay away from those who were the old me. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS TIMEEEEEE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Christmas. I'm listening to Christmas songs. Finding the best so that I can listen to it over and over again. Christmas gives me this peaceful feeling that no other occasions can do. And yes, it's the season of giving. Sadly, people now only buys things for themselves. Whatever happen to giving presents and putting them under the Christmas tree, while we patiently waits for the day to come. Be it an expensive gift or a small 5bux gift. It's the thought that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nah. That's your own decision. I enjoy more going out buying things for others wondering what their expressions will be like when they open the pressies. Because these pressies are bought with a thought. Not by going into the shop thinking, "hmmm.. this is suitable. ok, if she/he doesn't want it, they can always re-wrap it for the next occassion." or buying some decorative items or some mugs or some useless stuff for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i did say it's the thought that matters. But if you were to know that person for quite sometime, would you just go and buy a mug and shove it to the person's hand and feeling good that you've got him/her something? I highly doubt it. So there. That's my 2cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M gonna go listen to Christmas songs while reading my Archies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4138462800575844841?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4138462800575844841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4138462800575844841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4138462800575844841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4138462800575844841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/11/learn-to-be-more-respectful.html' title='learn to be more respectful'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6326111593219301377</id><published>2008-11-18T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:09:02.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about me.</title><content type='html'>it's raining every day. i wished i had more hours a day... i wanna listen to the rain. i love the sound of the rain, have i mentioned before? i just wanna crawl up in bed, reading a book, tucked into my comforter... not having a care of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna finish up my cross-stitch. (i don care if it sounded very aunty-ish) i need to start using the stickers i bought. which means get started on the project i left abandoned. i wanna watch tv for hours! but Astro sucks when it rains, or when it kept repeating the shows i've already watched. 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those doesnt need me to spend a single cent. but these does:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be having a cup of hot/cold choc in starbucks at their comfy seat updating my work, doing my readings on my laptop. i wanna walk around in the mall (not shopping, sometimes shopping can be stressful!) and just go have lovely food. for breakfast, lunch, tea time, and dinner. i wanna be fully indulged in total relaxation of spas. facial appointment that does not hurt. i wanna go for massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. this is a selfish post. it's all about me, and what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so? i'm allowed to be selfish sometimes, especially when i'm so nice all the time. *hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my bday is coming up. those are some of the ideas of what you can get for me. thankyous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6326111593219301377?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6326111593219301377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6326111593219301377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6326111593219301377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6326111593219301377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-about-me.html' title='it&apos;s all about me.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4269697052458327635</id><published>2008-11-17T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:12:11.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here and away...</title><content type='html'>it's been a long stressful month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone finally stop ringing at every god-damn hour. silly as i was, i used to wish that i was such a busy and wanted person, that my phone kept ringing non-stop. now that it had happened, i wished i didnt own a phone. but finally, peace at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick 27th. Because it was written down twice. 27th will mark the day I knew you. 27th will be the day that reminds me of you. I'd wish I knew you in a whole different situation. It hurts me to say Goodbye, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bazaar was a hit last week. Thank you so much for all who came, for all who had supported me, for all who stayed til the very end. The best is yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the week: Facebook told me I was awarded the BFF award. When I opened, I was awarded the BFF award of the year! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. kawan, was I the ONLY one? or one of the few? cis. potong stim. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4269697052458327635?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4269697052458327635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4269697052458327635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4269697052458327635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4269697052458327635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-and-away.html' title='here and away...'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-634294744753813873</id><published>2008-10-03T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:43:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....at last</title><content type='html'>so near yet so far, we never manage to actually sit and hav a long girlie chat like we planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's good to see ya Osh! i could still hear that smug voice u had when u told desmond "I only shop in Pavillion. Oh! Gardens, I don't mind either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, at least we get a photo together right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOY4EJLQmwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/I22YwdfP03w/s1600-h/P9210338+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252947659208039170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOY4EJLQmwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/I22YwdfP03w/s400/P9210338+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyho, see my face in the picture? Looking smooth aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise it until a friend told me, "Hey! what you use to wash your face?" My reply, "Dettol soap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No really, I use Dettol soap, the blue colour ones. I knw, I knw, it's actually quite harsh for the skin. I used to hav pimples all over my face, that my dad called me a sand paper face. so kind words i get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ever since my fren complimented me on my skin, I change the soap, I now use some proper cleanser. Herbalskin i think the brand. Apparently it's made of herbs, so it's good for the skin. Oh well, actually I don't think it's the soap you used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now, healthly drink water without fail before sleeping. Yes, I think that's what did the trick! Imma happy happy smooth skinned chic! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-634294744753813873?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/634294744753813873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=634294744753813873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/634294744753813873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/634294744753813873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-last.html' title='....at last'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOY4EJLQmwI/AAAAAAAAAuU/I22YwdfP03w/s72-c/P9210338+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1061315916197263143</id><published>2008-10-03T22:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:43:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining or The End?</title><content type='html'>I went for the fullmoon celebration - I wouldn't call it a party, party means there's alco, no alco means not a party. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice I saw the little baby boy, - once, a couple of days after Grace gave birth, and fullmoon was the 2nd time. And not one time I dare to carry the baby. I mean, if it's my cousin or nephew or nieces, I wouldn't mind. But i dunno. I feel that it's, ahem, he.. is so very fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjgp7XwI/AAAAAAAAAt0/94L2HIJNvTs/s1600-h/P9200285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941601016864514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjgp7XwI/AAAAAAAAAt0/94L2HIJNvTs/s400/P9200285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjlVs9XI/AAAAAAAAAt8/p283zKyo9dI/s1600-h/P9200286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941602274211186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjlVs9XI/AAAAAAAAAt8/p283zKyo9dI/s400/P9200286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjw_zwRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/f2ZsU8v4BtA/s1600-h/P9200287a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941605403607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjw_zwRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/f2ZsU8v4BtA/s400/P9200287a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many ppl fanning around the baby... so i busied myself with the food. THE FOOD. omg, i had like 3 helpings that night. Best catering ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYykJmah1I/AAAAAAAAAuM/DshFxjKPNCs/s1600-h/P9200288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252941612007982930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYykJmah1I/AAAAAAAAAuM/DshFxjKPNCs/s400/P9200288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacintha and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxLTj90EI/AAAAAAAAAss/vYSayfp_Fxk/s1600-h/P9200289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252940085673709634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxLTj90EI/AAAAAAAAAss/vYSayfp_Fxk/s400/P9200289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxLm-oS-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/YMuD1BR6bX0/s1600-h/P9200294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252940090885819362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxLm-oS-I/AAAAAAAAAs0/YMuD1BR6bX0/s400/P9200294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxLuy0CNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-fr7bdL7teE/s1600-h/P9200297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252940092983740626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxLuy0CNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/-fr7bdL7teE/s400/P9200297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but it was good, catching up with childhood friends, Su Yen, Grace, and Mag. yea, Grace wasn't particularly busy coz she has lots of hands helping her with her baby. Lucky bitch. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su yen and I was talking, thinking on the way home, bout marriage and kids, (omfg!), i told her, i got the chills during their wedding, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooo not ready for marriage. Heck, here i am, thinking bout shopping for more and more clothes, and Grace is already thinking of shopping for more and more baby's milk. But... we can see, that she's blissfully happy with her choice. Well, on the bright side, she'll be a young mummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, not yet no way not yet. I just can't see myself getting into that kinda shit just yet. The only thing i can see is, being the bimbo i am, perfecting my makeup. Yes, im into That kind of shit. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so no ang gu gu yet for me. it's helooooooooooo bimbo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxL2woikI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NpvPvdrQNpg/s1600-h/P9200300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252940095122082370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxL2woikI/AAAAAAAAAtE/NpvPvdrQNpg/s400/P9200300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxMNs9poI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3zxHFa_CVNQ/s1600-h/P9200302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252940101280704130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYxMNs9poI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3zxHFa_CVNQ/s400/P9200302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, im still running around, trying to snap this cute lil thing at the garden. i went "stop stop. don move!" =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1061315916197263143?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1061315916197263143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1061315916197263143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1061315916197263143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1061315916197263143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/begining-or-end.html' title='The Begining or The End?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOYyjgp7XwI/AAAAAAAAAt0/94L2HIJNvTs/s72-c/P9200285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3538835057937075278</id><published>2008-10-03T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:23:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flea Markets! Bazaars! Junksale!</title><content type='html'>i am never, ever, ever, gonna go to these junksales on the weekends again. ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, not on every weekends. probly once a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz u could really really get good deals... well okay, even if you don't like pre-loved stuff, get the new ones! and BARGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see &lt;a href="http://www.tz33n.blogspot.com/"&gt;jody&lt;/a&gt; more than ever nowadays, coz her sweetheart Jeremy often hav a booth thr. &lt;a href="http://www.myfavouritees.com/My_Favorite_Tees/Home.html"&gt;My Favouritees!&lt;/a&gt; go check 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, here are some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Midnight Junksale at Replacement Boutique, Bangsar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhX8Ppk9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/zPw-QbiasJc/s1600-h/P1020556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852341822559186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhX8Ppk9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/zPw-QbiasJc/s400/P1020556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhRKZ5MtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/a-jjX2LYIlc/s1600-h/P1020559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852225364538066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhRKZ5MtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/a-jjX2LYIlc/s400/P1020559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhRHXBAaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EDeq25nQjOU/s1600-h/P1020562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852224547160482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhRHXBAaI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EDeq25nQjOU/s400/P1020562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhRtqy8nI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dnz4ytHKuKk/s1600-h/P1020570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852234830672498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhRtqy8nI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dnz4ytHKuKk/s400/P1020570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhR9CLO9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fye1ZPFsBPA/s1600-h/P1020571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852238955264978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhR9CLO9I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Fye1ZPFsBPA/s400/P1020571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhR-pvyQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/f4l1FYXQ8jU/s1600-h/P1020578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252852239389673730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhR-pvyQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/f4l1FYXQ8jU/s400/P1020578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viva Monash!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4KvFITI/AAAAAAAAArU/101aeLnwC40/s1600-h/P9150259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851795956670770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4KvFITI/AAAAAAAAArU/101aeLnwC40/s400/P9150259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4CUSkBI/AAAAAAAAArc/Jjoj1c215Pg/s1600-h/P9150260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851793696821266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4CUSkBI/AAAAAAAAArc/Jjoj1c215Pg/s400/P9150260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4MnUSgI/AAAAAAAAArk/84OkvUHQgEY/s1600-h/P9150263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851796460980738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4MnUSgI/AAAAAAAAArk/84OkvUHQgEY/s400/P9150263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4dnB9TI/AAAAAAAAArs/Pg-b9Uw8xho/s1600-h/P9150275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851801023182130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4dnB9TI/AAAAAAAAArs/Pg-b9Uw8xho/s400/P9150275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4VAJVPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8gxsLsT20-8/s1600-h/P9150279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252851798712603890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXg4VAJVPI/AAAAAAAAAr0/8gxsLsT20-8/s400/P9150279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see that kinky santarina-ish dress there? Apparently it was sold on the 1st day, bought by a boy. And he claims that he is buying it for his sister. *rolled eyes* who is he trying to kid? btw, another of my friend's boutique, &lt;a href="http://dollysins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dolly Sins&lt;/a&gt;. you can find lots of kinky outfits there. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing about these bazaars and flea markets, you can't be shy shy standing one corner expecting ppl to serve you. No way! That was how I first was. Until I see everyone minding their own business searching for the best buys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's waaaayyy too tempting. last month's expense was wayyyy over the budget. and you knw, my budget is a very small one. =_= so this month! I'M NOT GOIN FOR THESE SALES NO MORE! hmmph! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;until November, i think. who wanna come with me?&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/17340392-3538835057937075278?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3538835057937075278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3538835057937075278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3538835057937075278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3538835057937075278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/flea-markets-bazaars-junksale.html' title='Flea Markets! Bazaars! Junksale!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOXhX8Ppk9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/zPw-QbiasJc/s72-c/P1020556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4756616069660191972</id><published>2008-10-03T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:57:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Admit....</title><content type='html'>okay, as much as I didnt like that silicon face, Dawn Yang, I gotta admit, she's pretty hot. Very actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means... plastic surgery can really change a person life. Well I stumbled upon this website by &lt;a href="http://kennychoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;kennychoo.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder ppl still likes Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, random random.. just thought I'd share it with ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Selamat Hari Raya. I can practically count how many Malay friends i hav. like 4 maybe? =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4756616069660191972?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4756616069660191972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4756616069660191972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4756616069660191972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4756616069660191972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-admit.html' title='I Admit....'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6604432072965128712</id><published>2008-10-03T13:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:38:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill Season 6 Fanatic!</title><content type='html'>That's me. The OTH fanatic. I'm not sure it's up to which episode now, but yeah, I'm super lagging. Didn't have time to watch it, and my Ares suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of their pictures. You can check it all 680 of 'em at &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/photos/one-tree-hill/"&gt;CWTV Photos - One Tree Hill&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwec5oHOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RIYhoR4AUK0/s1600-h/layout.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252798577598012642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwec5oHOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RIYhoR4AUK0/s400/layout.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwevWhKtI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZLw6998KEe0/s1600-h/0052170072d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252798582551030482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwevWhKtI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZLw6998KEe0/s400/0052170072d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwek96hNI/AAAAAAAAArE/DX5zarHqMAg/s1600-h/00521730e38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252798579763479762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwek96hNI/AAAAAAAAArE/DX5zarHqMAg/s400/00521730e38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWweiZA9cI/AAAAAAAAArM/hyIMkBTzPRs/s1600-h/00521720a37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252798579071841730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWweiZA9cI/AAAAAAAAArM/hyIMkBTzPRs/s400/00521720a37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely love when they are wearing. Especially Brooke. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyho, I can't seem to download from my stupid Ares. Can someone help me download it? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6604432072965128712?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6604432072965128712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6604432072965128712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6604432072965128712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6604432072965128712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-tree-hill-season-6-fanatic.html' title='One Tree Hill Season 6 Fanatic!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOWwec5oHOI/AAAAAAAAAq0/RIYhoR4AUK0/s72-c/layout.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4212036470042163138</id><published>2008-10-03T05:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:37:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Mia!</title><content type='html'>I was invited to the Shirts 4 Real launch held at Positive Cafe in ss15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jA01l6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/2QboESb7eUc/s1600-h/P9120188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252672212123883426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jA01l6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/2QboESb7eUc/s400/P9120188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jCOajKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Wj42slzVo-k/s1600-h/P9120190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252672212499598498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jCOajKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Wj42slzVo-k/s400/P9120190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were launching their 3 newly design shirts - Illuminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are actually the AYA Youth members, hosting this event. So yea, it's a christian thing. But of course it's for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671802854996626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9LMLh-pI/AAAAAAAAAp0/lipgh1r2TkI/s400/P9120216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671805154014466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9LUvqNQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MgfoJTXLQik/s400/P9120219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671805511561666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9LWE58cI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7T94y6RKwis/s400/P9120221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Er, I didnt get 'em altho I liked the first 2 design. Maybe later. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I was a little late, and I went in, sat in the front row, with Mia Palencia! I didn't realise who she was, until she stood up for the opening ceremony for the event. I whispered to April "eh, isn't that Mia??" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, I didnt read the invitation properly. It was stated that Mia was performing. =_= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those who doesn't knw Mia, well, she's a Malaysian singer cum actress i think. Very friendly, down to earth and funny! No i'm not kidding. She's really really nice. Go to her website, &lt;a href="http://www.miapalencia.com/"&gt;http://www.miapalencia.com/&lt;/a&gt; to hear some of her songs. I recorded her performance that day, but Youtube is painfully slow to upload. =_= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jF2RBXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IIkB3SsFLhE/s1600-h/P9120195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252672213472052594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jF2RBXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IIkB3SsFLhE/s400/P9120195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jYOxtuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QIGklrbOolw/s1600-h/P9120198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252672218406696674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jYOxtuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QIGklrbOolw/s400/P9120198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jchU7tI/AAAAAAAAAqs/vF3oNmrZjZM/s1600-h/P9120199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252672219558244050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jchU7tI/AAAAAAAAAqs/vF3oNmrZjZM/s400/P9120199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9K2n2IUI/AAAAAAAAApk/XMlscbBSvQY/s1600-h/P9120206+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671797068177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9K2n2IUI/AAAAAAAAApk/XMlscbBSvQY/s400/P9120206+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with Mia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252671802685859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9LLjNJvI/AAAAAAAAAps/nt8aZkP5n6U/s400/P9120207+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Karen with Mia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I knw, nowadays my blog seems a little too.... um. how do you call it? Um, i dunno. More of where I go, what I do, like those typical blogs you read. Oh well, I hardly get to meet those who are far away, so I thought I'd jst fill you in with what's happening in my life. I don't wanna be writting what I feel all the time.... trust me, I can be really really emo at times. So yeah, once a while, you'd get to hear the emo side of me. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4212036470042163138?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4212036470042163138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4212036470042163138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4212036470042163138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4212036470042163138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-mia.html' title='It&apos;s Mia!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOU9jA01l6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/2QboESb7eUc/s72-c/P9120188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1900579537760812031</id><published>2008-10-02T23:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:57:28.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MME Race 08</title><content type='html'>i thought of posting up bout these some time ago, but i totally forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, alot of post on cars. the boy's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was good tho, rather than celebrating Merdeka in clubs or to be stuck somewhere in a jam. It was a good experience. I got a free tix to get into the pit area... so yea, it was kinda awesome even for a girl like me who doesn't give a shit bout racing cars. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657122936193314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUv0tOJgSI/AAAAAAAAAok/PXXNjcOg_lc/s400/P8300189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I manage to climb up to the top of the building, with my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657127912048610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUv0_wfB-I/AAAAAAAAAo0/dvonDqQq_Wo/s400/P8300186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The entrance. While other photographers took pictures of those car girls, i much rather snap on other things. malaysian quality not very good. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUwG-pd2aI/AAAAAAAAApM/mmvVPceoepI/s1600-h/P8300181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657436851820962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUwG-pd2aI/AAAAAAAAApM/mmvVPceoepI/s400/P8300181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657127847528322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUv0_hGh4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/Cvt3qwhs1as/s400/P8300183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thank God for these makan area. Sure, food was served in the resting room, but... by 9ish, I'm starving. But their burger is sold for RM4 for one. RM 4 when I could hav gotten the same burger outside my hse for RM1.50. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUwHOE442I/AAAAAAAAApU/LnOOzddsZ54/s1600-h/P8300179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657440993370978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUwHOE442I/AAAAAAAAApU/LnOOzddsZ54/s400/P8300179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657441466101122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUwHP1mLYI/AAAAAAAAApc/JJrowO1ooBw/s400/P8300178.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Some damanged cars were pushed outside, and right out of the race. :) Maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657123265964290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUv0ucxaQI/AAAAAAAAAos/2QaOg0qtPNY/s400/P8300187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I tried capturing the cars with my olympie.. but canot make it la. Only DSLR's can. Damn fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252657130713146914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUv1KMUZiI/AAAAAAAAApE/u-npcENlVC4/s400/P8300182.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I never see more tyres in my entire before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUvO9ZGS2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/ahNa2sU2ARk/s1600-h/P8300200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656474442058594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUvO9ZGS2I/AAAAAAAAAn8/ahNa2sU2ARk/s400/P8300200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can see the white guy and the girl sitting on the bar? That's ZTH-HPC drivers. chic driver wei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUvOxs8w0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/HZJHtiDHvrA/s1600-h/P8300199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656471304094530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUvOxs8w0I/AAAAAAAAAoE/HZJHtiDHvrA/s400/P8300199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUvPDhXawI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XTWnUzcGAtM/s1600-h/P8300191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656476087347970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUvPDhXawI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XTWnUzcGAtM/s400/P8300191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was when I was watching the race. From the highest view. On the top of the building. And then I panic coz I cant climb down the ladder. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656152303693266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUu8NVU7dI/AAAAAAAAAnc/wBjxOjEhct8/s400/P8300204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I was soooooo close to watching the switching of the drivers at the pit. I tried snapping but I'm too short. Hand it over to the boy for a better picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656149067197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUu8BRr7OI/AAAAAAAAAnk/B7nDeTMzSUw/s400/P8300203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Crew waiting for the car to come on in. There will be a red light on top of each pit, with a buzzer indicating the cars coming in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252656150455783202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUu8GcwDyI/AAAAAAAAAnU/wbx9KaghjOY/s400/P8300205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252655709831545346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUuic_vwgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ulJ5_yDpncU/s400/P8300206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pretty close eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after the race, at 12a.m, everyone stood to sing the national song and shouted Merdeka 3 times. As I was walking towards the prize giving ceremony, there's one ang moh asking, "What's Merdeka?" "oh, it meant independence, it's our independence day" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our ex-prime minister was there too, supporting his son from one seperated VIP room. And no, I don't see no bodyguard anywhere nearby. Heck, I was directly outside that glass room and no one ushered me away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUuhz8-H2I/AAAAAAAAAms/mei_17wlm3w/s1600-h/P8310212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252655698814050146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUuhz8-H2I/AAAAAAAAAms/mei_17wlm3w/s400/P8310212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUuh2rUkpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/eqHfLLuFJFM/s1600-h/P8310211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252655699545330322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUuh2rUkpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/eqHfLLuFJFM/s400/P8310211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252655705271740370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUuiMAmp9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/Zv_vfeY7BS8/s400/P8310210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Reached home by 2ish, no jam at all. Then I k.o. Thanking god the next day is a holiday. No work, no early wake up calls. &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/17340392-1900579537760812031?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1900579537760812031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1900579537760812031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1900579537760812031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1900579537760812031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/10/mme-race-08.html' title='MME Race 08'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SOUv0tOJgSI/AAAAAAAAAok/PXXNjcOg_lc/s72-c/P8300189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7771956595547886369</id><published>2008-09-25T12:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:27:18.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dance!</title><content type='html'>This was quite sometime ago. 10/9/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh? it was just two weeks ago, but it felt like a long time. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have been bugging me to upload the pics. I totally totally regretted not bringing my cammie that night. So all photos are from facebook and femmething.com okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC told me to be there sharp at 7p.m. And I only left from home at 6p.m. By the time I enter parking, it was 7.10p.m. I rushed like mad. And it was my first time in the Gardens. Yeah, m so outdated.. I was pretty lost went I came out of the lift. Called Karen "hey, I'm lost. I dunno where am I." She laughed and said "Just find Robinsons, take left, then take right, take the lift up to the ballroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I forgot where I came out from. =_= Try finding ur car, when the shops are all closed PLUS when ur car have no alarm system. (yes, have to use keys only to open) Eerrie I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by 7.30p.m. it was the buka puasa time. Lined up to get your food. My first thought was, how to dance after that? =_= Saw a couple of familiar faces, Cynthia, Josh, Julie, Cheesie etc etc. Some came dressed in jeans and heels looking like a million bux. That's where I swear to myself, NEVER GO UNPREPARED. Lesson Vainpot 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared means, foundation, eyeshadow, lip balm, lip gloss, blusher, earrings, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so un-prepared that night. ISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Julie "Why are you not clad in sport attire?" She said "*whisper* because I'm not gonna dance, I'm gonna go off early." oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan makan ady then, YC came to me, asking if I want to mingle n take photos with the celebrity. Went in to the VIP room with Cynthia and Janet. I didnt knw who Janet was, until someone told me, she sings for the MAA awards in Genting playing backup singer for Leona Lewis. Well, Janet is super friendly, I'd say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna stop talking and post some pictures instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815933003972674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXxr7jQEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Uwqwy-5Wn3w/s400/Adidas24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after the buka puasa. Only a few of us gets to meet the celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249817260130499714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsY-73K_II/AAAAAAAAAmM/CwnwERQimnM/s400/Adidas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Chai and Kinky Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249817264813153426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsY_NTmnJI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3I59_dr4tUY/s400/Adidas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the famous Amber Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816991548231122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYvTUKzdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/KSjwIJanErU/s400/Adidas9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne Iking is super hot for a mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816749726930562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYhOdeloI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wBoDqLbh6Ks/s400/Adidas12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sazzy Falak. Omg, she and Daphe Iking are like super LOUD. super playful. super friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249817259590130002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsY-52VmVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/jte8hm5CxBc/s400/Adidas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie again with Deborah Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816736695524082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYgd6jGvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/vDGAFzNRT3A/s400/Adidas17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jien and Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to Love Jien okay. So can you imagine when I enter the room, talking with some friends, then look left, there Jien is. And he SMILED. *starstruck* of course, I was like an idiot grinning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249817263894156722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsY_J4f1bI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ktx-sKP-22w/s400/Adidas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutup, I told you I was UNprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816740250738114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYgrKLXcI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Ku9yWysbShs/s400/Adidas16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas boss, Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, he is so sexy. shitz, sooner or later, I'm gonna hav hots for all this 'mature' men. lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the get-to-know-the-celebs session, Jien and Henry kick start the event. After Darren gave his speech, the celebrities clad in Adidas attire, parade on the stage. It was rather an impromptu thing I guess, coz they were jst being Malaysians, screaming laughing, joking up on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsY-VvStnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jwi2dcerz30/s1600-h/Adidas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249817249896904306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsY-VvStnI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jwi2dcerz30/s400/Adidas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber Chia doing her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816991644526386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYvTrIJzI/AAAAAAAAAls/_ww1DJcnquI/s400/Adidas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daphne Iking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816998862654370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYvukEC6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/D6MEUHVla-g/s400/Adidas7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lavin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816997552839538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYvprx23I/AAAAAAAAAl8/CD3DHYiYd68/s400/Adidas6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deborah Henry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYvIUcaoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/n24f2iCjUcs/s1600-h/Adidas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816988596595330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYvIUcaoI/AAAAAAAAAlc/n24f2iCjUcs/s400/Adidas10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ninie Ahmad our yoga instructor for the night. She's the host, Henry's housemate. How lucky is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYgh_FEWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mytH9Y0Purk/s1600-h/Adidas14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816737788268898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYgh_FEWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mytH9Y0Purk/s400/Adidas14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephanie with her imaginary tennis racket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYg79Eu6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/fdOpY_0_3Co/s1600-h/Adidas13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816744759180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsYg79Eu6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/fdOpY_0_3Co/s400/Adidas13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fouziah. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyLNUt9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/3LXggrIE1SA/s1600-h/Adidas25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815944592556626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyXGfAlI/AAAAAAAAAks/uMXv6wb74H4/s400/Adidas18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Dinah came out to sing a song. Woah, that girl can really pull a note! It totally brings up everyone's mood to dance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815941400016850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyLNUt9I/AAAAAAAAAkU/3LXggrIE1SA/s400/Adidas25.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ooohhh... She's my gym instructor in Celebrity Fitness (used to). Baby-G. After the dance when I approached her to say hi. She went "HEY! i remember you! You used to have longer hair!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I basically knw her warm up style and so, *ahem* I shamelessly went right in front to the 2nd line to dance. Coz the 1st line before the stage are the celebrities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815519319894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZm1lKXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/uWFXGFbVMas/s400/Adidas15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, i pancit. So long never exercise ady. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyLuO6NI/AAAAAAAAAkc/JbwLY5Ss30Q/s1600-h/Adidas26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815941538048210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyLuO6NI/AAAAAAAAAkc/JbwLY5Ss30Q/s400/Adidas26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me behind Suki from One in a Million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hiphop freestyle dance, it's time for YOGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Karen "if i fell asleep plz wake me up, coz the last time i went yoga with mum, i fell asleep dead on the mat" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyD4c8NI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XZ0GfTU2ncY/s1600-h/Adidas20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815939433427154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXyD4c8NI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XZ0GfTU2ncY/s400/Adidas20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ninie Ahmad doing her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZeFMijI/AAAAAAAAAjk/52SIIqLy-gw/s1600-h/Adidas19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815516969470514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZeFMijI/AAAAAAAAAjk/52SIIqLy-gw/s400/Adidas19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before it started, Cynthia is super flexi. Me gossiping with Karen at the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZci90ZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZjvGOTL2jTU/s1600-h/Adidas21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815516557463954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZci90ZI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZjvGOTL2jTU/s400/Adidas21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheesie! She was sick so she didn't participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZhlQfQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3hcl07Lor_k/s1600-h/Adidas23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815517909253378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXZhlQfQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/3hcl07Lor_k/s400/Adidas23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The yoga pose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXaOsMMRI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cfZGAdVwJy0/s1600-h/Adidas22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249815530017927442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXaOsMMRI/AAAAAAAAAkE/cfZGAdVwJy0/s400/Adidas22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture! Adidas gave us the yoga mat to bring home! YAY! I can use to... erm. lie down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after that night, my body freaking ached for a few days. arck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7771956595547886369?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7771956595547886369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7771956595547886369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7771956595547886369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7771956595547886369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-dance.html' title='Let&apos;s Dance!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SNsXxr7jQEI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Uwqwy-5Wn3w/s72-c/Adidas24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8501863882627159131</id><published>2008-09-20T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:50:03.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the weather, everybody is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was  *oh god, why suddenly i cant remember* ok i really cant remember. =_=  there's like 3 to 4 ppl sick la. theboss, jody, bro's gf, the boy, my cuz, another fren and another fren and ok, u get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now im sick toooooooooooo. *gives the finger to the sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you stupid weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm killing many many trees, tissues bertimbun-timbun all around me. tmrw is a saturday, but i got shit loads of work to do!! wargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok-this-is-the-flu-talking. byebye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8501863882627159131?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8501863882627159131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8501863882627159131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8501863882627159131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8501863882627159131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-445689743252914518</id><published>2008-09-11T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:38:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme get this straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok, i can't resist another lamao post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coz some men (or most) are genuinely dumb. they don even need to try to act stupid. it's in the hormons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, i didnt have a fight with the boy or something. it's just what i come across some emails.. leads to me thinking that it's probably a fact that all. ops. i mean most boys/men/males are dumb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no i don't think it's in the genetics. it's in them. period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;take this for example:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man-almost-loses-penis-humping-steel-bench‏&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Some night in Hong Kong , the police received a disturbing call from a man in trouble. Xing, a 41 year-old man, was calling from LanTian park in the middle of the night. The lonely and disturbed man had apparently thought it would be fun to have sex with one of the steel sit-up benches around the park. The bench has numerous small holes in it, which Xing used to attempt to satisfy himself. However, once he became aroused he found that he was stuck and could not get his penis out of the small hole. He panicked and called the police to help him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244664067714810962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjKLqJlhFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zz51kiGWWak/s400/ATT00104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When police arrive they found Xian stuck face down where he had been stuck for some time. When doctors arrived on the scene they tried to release some of the pressure by removing some of his blood, but the penis was so swollen that they ended up having to cut the entire bench free and take it, with Xian attached, to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244664214219945538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjKUL7IdkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/LMWtVBioBWA/s400/ATT3490349.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 painful hours later, Doctors finally separated Xian from his bench. Doctors stated that if he had been stuck for even an hour longer, they would have had to remove his penis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244664214917595186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjKUOhdwDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ilyzN_Y1Fdw/s400/ATT00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lets just say this is probably one bad date that Xing will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this is what i call &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;syiok sendiri tak bertempat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-445689743252914518?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/445689743252914518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=445689743252914518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/445689743252914518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/445689743252914518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/lemme-get-this-straight.html' title='Lemme get this straight.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjKLqJlhFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zz51kiGWWak/s72-c/ATT00104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3105074726193544258</id><published>2008-09-11T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:21:13.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Husband</title><content type='html'>oh gosh.. too many post on cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bloody exhausted from the Adidas Yoga + Dance event last night. Will fill you in once i get the pixies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, something to humour u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjF0sR7_YI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kpvjTTqKqqY/s1600-h/ATT3490349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244659275103206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjF0sR7_YI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kpvjTTqKqqY/s400/ATT3490349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several men are in the locker room of a golf club.&lt;br /&gt;A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands freespeaker-function and begins to talk.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the room stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am at the shops now and found this beautiful leather coat. It'sonly £1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sure, go ahead if you like it that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2006models. I saw one I really liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;£45,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK, but for that price, I want it with all the options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Great! Oh, and one more thing .....the house I wanted last year isback on the market. They're asking £450,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of £400,000. They willprobably take it. If not, we can go the extra 50 thousand. It is really apretty good price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK. I'll see you later! I love you so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bye! I love you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.....Then he smiles and asks: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone know's who this phone belongs to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i knw. it's a bit lame. being tired makes me a lame person. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3105074726193544258?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3105074726193544258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3105074726193544258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3105074726193544258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3105074726193544258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-husband.html' title='The Perfect Husband'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMjF0sR7_YI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kpvjTTqKqqY/s72-c/ATT3490349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-2131071125506428814</id><published>2008-09-09T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:34:56.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ with the MMEC</title><content type='html'>It was a last minute thing, on some friday in August, the new members of MMEC invited the old members (read: veteran-old farts) for some bbq gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er.... wah. It was just a couple of weeks ago... but it felt so long ago. I've no idea what to write about. Oh well. Let the pixies do the talking then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919438326983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYk8hg-7LI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RffAD6FZvsA/s400/P8290149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The members. See the girl? The new Miss President. Sorry for the blur pic! Wrong camera mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYk8kTitrI/AAAAAAAAAis/ozjkj3-26yw/s1600-h/P8290150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919439075915442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYk8kTitrI/AAAAAAAAAis/ozjkj3-26yw/s400/P8290150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the guy on the left? Reminds me of Adrian, when there's food, he's alwis the first in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYk8_RroBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5RAirlv9-LU/s1600-h/P8170074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919446315868178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYk8_RroBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5RAirlv9-LU/s400/P8170074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kereta-kereta modified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwcOIWwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NIfnarCAbEI/s1600-h/P8290161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919230747302658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwcOIWwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NIfnarCAbEI/s400/P8290161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's Tim flexing his umm.. muscle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwUeiH3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/v2YLNlwvsfA/s1600-h/P8290160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919228668616562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwUeiH3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/v2YLNlwvsfA/s400/P8290160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boy &amp;amp; Benny boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919233998365634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwoVPo8I/AAAAAAAAAiU/O5fr7iI50rw/s400/P8290158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwoQQzsI/AAAAAAAAAic/AcKKMmG59Ts/s1600-h/P8290155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919233977470658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwoQQzsI/AAAAAAAAAic/AcKKMmG59Ts/s400/P8290155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um.. Tim doing that flexing thing again... =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwwfy3TI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ewv0GnqBuE0/s1600-h/P8290151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243919236190100786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkwwfy3TI/AAAAAAAAAik/Ewv0GnqBuE0/s400/P8290151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oooooo... look at the bbq pit. it's Handmade. Not bad. It actually works! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkdwri7qI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ANVoqVUCOM4/s1600-h/P8290169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918909821873826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkdwri7qI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ANVoqVUCOM4/s400/P8290169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkeGN6pTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/CfndCCdrwus/s1600-h/P8290168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918915603178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkeGN6pTI/AAAAAAAAAhk/CfndCCdrwus/s400/P8290168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Without Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkeLx97VI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ws9MjpcNMZk/s1600-h/P8290167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918917096566098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkeLx97VI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ws9MjpcNMZk/s400/P8290167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some speech ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkecw-DZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/aXLHNaw35YY/s1600-h/P8290164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918921655782802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkecw-DZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/aXLHNaw35YY/s400/P8290164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkecWHW4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/izBg0qPao9w/s1600-h/P8290163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918921543146370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkecWHW4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/izBg0qPao9w/s400/P8290163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyna, The boy, Benny boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkEzpp6aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/51btmYqiI6s/s1600-h/P8290175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918481122519458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkEzpp6aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/51btmYqiI6s/s400/P8290175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alyna &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkE-sCPXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/iqzTZyq19Nc/s1600-h/P8290174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918484085292402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkE-sCPXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/iqzTZyq19Nc/s400/P8290174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eddie, Benny boy &amp;amp; Chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkFIkjuAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FgED1TmKLUU/s1600-h/P8290172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918486738286594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkFIkjuAI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FgED1TmKLUU/s400/P8290172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkFSGNtZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-cINM1Z14Ao/s1600-h/P8290171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918489295369618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkFSGNtZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-cINM1Z14Ao/s400/P8290171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkFst-SAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yDec9UUre9U/s1600-h/P8290170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243918496441452546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYkFst-SAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yDec9UUre9U/s400/P8290170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Denise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There. Done. Basically I went thr to finish up my ciggies ok. Tsk. Need to organize another gang gathering. It's been a while since all of us hang out altogether again... -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-2131071125506428814?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2131071125506428814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=2131071125506428814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2131071125506428814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2131071125506428814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/bbq-with-mmec.html' title='BBQ with the MMEC'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMYk8hg-7LI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RffAD6FZvsA/s72-c/P8290149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8956340181228097350</id><published>2008-09-06T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:32:55.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorshow in Ipoh</title><content type='html'>So, I was saying in the post earlier, cousins came the day I had to leave to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what was the trip all about, but I was damn sure it's gonna be the break I needed.&lt;br /&gt;went on Friday, came back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited... until, I realised I had to be at the motorshow that runs from 12noon till 12a.m. blehhh... motorshow not my thing. fashion show YES. racing event I would not even have minded one bit. But have to lah. I was there already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586648372525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFox8BzOII/AAAAAAAAAgU/xHZ90q4rUY4/s400/P8220147.jpg" border="0" /&gt; so i was there with the &lt;a href="http://www.zerotohundred.com/"&gt;zerotohundred.com&lt;/a&gt; team. Sorry! I didnt snap their cars. But I'm pretty sure for the ZTH's fans and readers, you guys will be quite familiar with the BMW M3 CSL and cool VW Golf GTI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. yes, i learnt a thing or two about cars these days. given a year back, i'll be like "huh? BMW is BMW la. Golf? Whatchumean there's a Golf car? Isn't golf a Sport??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please yah, i still know how to distinguish between those proton cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ahem. The cars below, were the cars i photograph at the motorshow. Took only few shots bcoz it started to rain then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me to knw what is what, or which is which. I. have. no. bloody. idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoyZKcrFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vU6z1QwI4KI/s1600-h/P8220129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586656193424466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoyZKcrFI/AAAAAAAAAgc/vU6z1QwI4KI/s400/P8220129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoyg3tAvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/U7P37Jn-css/s1600-h/P8220130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586658262287090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoyg3tAvI/AAAAAAAAAgk/U7P37Jn-css/s400/P8220130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoylB8JSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5Umo3aZopLI/s1600-h/P8220131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586659378963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoylB8JSI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5Umo3aZopLI/s400/P8220131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFofSrnTTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/AZloVAQuuIU/s1600-h/P8220133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586328035970354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFofSrnTTI/AAAAAAAAAfs/AZloVAQuuIU/s400/P8220133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFof_uk9FI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DGuixlbIzsc/s1600-h/P8220135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586340127994962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFof_uk9FI/AAAAAAAAAf0/DGuixlbIzsc/s400/P8220135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFof5iQTfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/npO-GqfE6kI/s1600-h/P8220136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586338465697266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFof5iQTfI/AAAAAAAAAf8/npO-GqfE6kI/s400/P8220136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFogF5z_-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/nli8Dvyqtgo/s1600-h/P8220137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586341785731042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFogF5z_-I/AAAAAAAAAgE/nli8Dvyqtgo/s400/P8220137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFogRm1YvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mWs2nSgaCLc/s1600-h/P8220139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242586344927355634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFogRm1YvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mWs2nSgaCLc/s400/P8220139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoJhsIgVI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OjoanpxR4oA/s1600-h/P8220140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585954107556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoJhsIgVI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OjoanpxR4oA/s400/P8220140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoJqLWeWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aFyrU3i6ak4/s1600-h/P8220141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585956385978722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoJqLWeWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aFyrU3i6ak4/s400/P8220141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoJ1NKWFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Pah33UzAVps/s1600-h/P8220142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585959346362450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoJ1NKWFI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Pah33UzAVps/s400/P8220142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoKKpn5CI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E7gBgqZDGQw/s1600-h/P8220143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585965102883874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoKKpn5CI/AAAAAAAAAfc/E7gBgqZDGQw/s400/P8220143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoKCSz3NI/AAAAAAAAAfk/L_a-fk_J0Ug/s1600-h/P8220146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242585962859715794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFoKCSz3NI/AAAAAAAAAfk/L_a-fk_J0Ug/s400/P8220146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't compare the pics I took with the pics the boy took for ZTH website okay. His camera was the SLR cammie. Mine is just my olympie.. Unless, someone is generous enuf to donate me one SLR. But then again, it's hard to camwhore with those huge bulky cammies. I'll stick to my olympie then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and on that particular weekend, my stupid right eye had a stye! *bengkak on my eyelid* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i couldnt wear my contacts, and knowing how vain i am. i try to see without glasses, but by night time, i'm blind. so glasses it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, it was a good trip. not much of rest. very low budget trip. more of stress-free trip. no worrying of work, naggings n etc etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHHH! I WAN MORE HOLIDAYS! &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/17340392-8956340181228097350?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8956340181228097350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8956340181228097350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8956340181228097350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8956340181228097350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/motorshow-in-ipoh.html' title='Motorshow in Ipoh'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFox8BzOII/AAAAAAAAAgU/xHZ90q4rUY4/s72-c/P8220147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3113828592538399080</id><published>2008-09-06T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:38:05.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins cuties!</title><content type='html'>My cousins, *takes me a second to remember their names* oh ya! Crystal and Celine, came up to KL for a short holiday trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only came the day I was gonna go to Ipoh for a stress-relieved trip. Well, lucky me, I get to take long lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, sis and I took them jalan-jalan in Pyramid. They weren't even at least interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcp2NGfbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6ls9fAaRu18/s1600-h/P8220126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242573315230825906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcp2NGfbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6ls9fAaRu18/s400/P8220126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cute right? That's Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, all that mattered to them was, "I went shcweeming pool this morning." "I shcwem in the baby pool." "I like playing in the shcweeming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't edit their vocab or words. Their mum, my aunt, takes the effort to teach them to speak proper English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids first spoke when they were much younger, was I surprise. They go "Mum, Dad, I want to watch Barney!" Not the usual "I wan Barney!" or "Barney, Barney, on d tv!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFce38bHuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/U0U-ou3RFdA/s1600-h/P8220108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242573126719184610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFce38bHuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/U0U-ou3RFdA/s400/P8220108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at Dragon-I, and I took candid shots of her when she was admiring Sunway Lagoon view. *think shcweeming pool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfGwF1LI/AAAAAAAAAec/lksKkgMOwtA/s1600-h/P8220109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242573130693989554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfGwF1LI/AAAAAAAAAec/lksKkgMOwtA/s400/P8220109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wah, so intense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she turned to me, asking "Che che, why is there big umbrella's and small umbrella's?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even the che che don't knw how to answer. So I said "Umm, because more ppl can stand under it." Damn lame answer. Then I tried to distract her with food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfPJt7cI/AAAAAAAAAek/uop_CMsKjKc/s1600-h/P8220111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242573132948958658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfPJt7cI/AAAAAAAAAek/uop_CMsKjKc/s400/P8220111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Crystal. So young already wearing glasses. Only standard 2, *i think* and she's already attending some maths/bm/english tuition. omgness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfY4qEYI/AAAAAAAAAes/7yRcMcCvArE/s1600-h/P8220121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242573135561757058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfY4qEYI/AAAAAAAAAes/7yRcMcCvArE/s400/P8220121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and the kids. sigh, brings back memories of 'bogey' tooth. Sometimes, I even dreamt of having all my tooth fall out. *horrors*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfW_uB-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/0qX2rj5Q-bA/s1600-h/P8220122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242573135054505954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcfW_uB-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/0qX2rj5Q-bA/s400/P8220122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis + Celine. Crystal anti-social. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i see them, i felt like having my very own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... but, that was the &lt;strong&gt;1st hour&lt;/strong&gt; with them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and after that, i thank god i'm still not a mother yet. so mean, but yet so true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3113828592538399080?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3113828592538399080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3113828592538399080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3113828592538399080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3113828592538399080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/cousins-cuties.html' title='Cousins cuties!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SMFcp2NGfbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6ls9fAaRu18/s72-c/P8220126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-627331413555351831</id><published>2008-09-02T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:22:25.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SLyjRbW6X9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/svEM8kXiEYM/s1600-h/P9010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241243586149375954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SLyjRbW6X9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/svEM8kXiEYM/s400/P9010216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... is what I'm feeling these couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-627331413555351831?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/627331413555351831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=627331413555351831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/627331413555351831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/627331413555351831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/09/confused.html' title='Confused.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SLyjRbW6X9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/svEM8kXiEYM/s72-c/P9010216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7338153065545051478</id><published>2008-08-27T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:32:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Man's Joke</title><content type='html'>I received a forwarded email. The title goes like this, "Don't play, play with 'old men'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, &lt;em&gt;aiyoh. what hamsap email is this. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAD AT MALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes. We decided to grab a bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager had spiked hair in all different colours; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;. My dad kept staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager would look and find dad staring &lt;em&gt;every time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'What's the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response; knowing he would have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny? i totally didnt see where it was going. so yeah, i thort it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tee hee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7338153065545051478?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7338153065545051478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7338153065545051478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7338153065545051478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7338153065545051478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-mans-joke.html' title='An Old Man&apos;s Joke'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1296628545754308036</id><published>2008-08-22T16:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:22:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy..</title><content type='html'>uh oh, i used to blog once a day, sometimes twice a day. now it's once a week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+_+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, WOAHHH! wat a damn busy week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;writting for emmagem ain't THAT simple as I first thought it would be. i bought more magazines, read more on fashion, studied more, paid more attention, to the finer details. okay, now that i've said it, doesn't seemed like much of a chore aint it? i just love what im doing now lah okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237262815166302578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5-yD1ZiXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/VyRmjnsAUYY/s400/2nd+Chics+Closet+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so last week, I went to the Chics Closet bazaar at outside WIP, at BSC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i lazy to watermark my pics ok. it's the photos i myself took anyway) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237262820883426354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5-yZId7DI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ozyTmyNOSYU/s400/P8170074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;finally. i met &lt;a href="http://jayelleenelial.com/"&gt;Jolene&lt;/a&gt;. the girl i bought stickers from. talk talk talk, *click* jst like that. and her stickiesss... i want more more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, every weekend i'm rushing off to sumwhr, which explains why i'm always home on weekdays. i need my sleep! i really don't get how these party people can do it. They socialize in the night straight to early morning, yet, having classes/work the next morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue in Chic had a party launch on Wednesday. at KLCC @ the apartments. It was raining like f**k. The boy had to draw the map frm his office straight into KLCC carpark. I'm a bit lost with KL roads. hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i left work early to get dress. went to the boy's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237262824067264898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5-yk_jcYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BLB190kUAhg/s400/P8200096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237262827226335842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5-ywwvCmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/948BNOFzb1Q/s400/P8200100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;dress is from sevendays. that is the REASON i heart sevendays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, i arrived early, walk around KLCC, making sure i dont get lost later on. had a meeting at California Pizza Kitchen. since I dress macam stylo, drink oso much be stylo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237263172797513522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5_G4HUvzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/rJQ3Cwm7TQY/s400/P8200103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ordered my margarita! yummy! i love! sat there alone at first, waiting, looking out thru the view, rain pouring and damn nice lah the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, we ordered salad. yummy! almost as good as Tony Roma's salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the launch well, good i guess? joyce from kinkybluefairy invited emmagem.com to their launch. for that night, i dont recognize any of her team except her. she was the GIRL for that night. quite different from what i've been reading on her blog. i mean, i alwis assumed that she's a loud party animal kind of girl. buttttt.... she's actually quite ... hmmm, how do u call it? mellowed. in a nice way la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many ppl turned up! it's hard to catch joyce when everyone wants to talk to her. saw her, congratulate her, chittychatty, okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MY GAWD, daphne iking is HOT. i could turn lesbian for her. met her, hie hie, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one random thing happened that night was, as i was talking to Joanna (dolls guardian for the night) or something like that, someone came up to me and ask "hey, excuse me, where did you get your necklace from? my friend n i noticed it and it's really pretty" me *flattered* "oh! okay, i got it from divas." the ladies "oh diva's! thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped my one whole new pack of Malb that night. geez. damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, of all places, i met Jody baby! Jeremy is a doll as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237263179109138258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5_HPoIf1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/hIoVUhHLYzk/s400/P8200105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;*me, Jody, Cynthia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237263181131574690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5_HXKUbaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BBvLDjuzDTM/s400/P8200106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*me, Cynthia* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so many pretty people that night, but i'm feeling damn old, i got home nearly 1am. and my head was bursting like mad. fell on the bed, zzzzzzz.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, gotta go now. 5.30p.m d. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1296628545754308036?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1296628545754308036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1296628545754308036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1296628545754308036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1296628545754308036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy..'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783319179049499399'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SK5-yD1ZiXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/VyRmjnsAUYY/s72-c/2nd+Chics+Closet+(19).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>