tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23654809594568466102008-08-20T20:41:00.346+08:00Heart and SoulLynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-32876166566945518602008-04-18T22:46:00.005+08:002008-04-18T23:46:40.433+08:001, 2, 34...<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/SAi7QNdxdiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/edn6Kl9Pd2I/s1600-h/DSCN2684.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190604457711334946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/SAi7QNdxdiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/edn6Kl9Pd2I/s320/DSCN2684.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>One two, buckle my shoe</em></div><br /><div><em>Three four shut the door</em></div><br /><div><em>.... .... .... .... ..........</em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So it feels like.... Two days ago it was that day women dread every year, the day when you feel like the world labels you err, old (I'm quite afraid of that word, but more afraid of the fact that I don't feel it at all!). I've prayed from maybe a couple of months ago for it to be like any other, and wanting it to be as low key as possible until for the first time in my life I found out my boss and I share the same B-Day. This is the first time I ever met someone who I can share this sort of special day with. That's us about to dig into our Fruit Meringue. So I turned 34 and my boss, lets just say he turned older than last year. No need for him to be wiser, I'm sure he already is!</div><div></div><div> </div><div>That night I had dinner with my family, parents and brother, I haven't done this in ages since all of us live in different states and my birthday over the last couple of years fell on weekdays. Until this year that is. The year that took unexpected turn. What a lovely day and night I had.</div><div></div><div> </div><div>Thanks to all who've taken the time calling, writing and sending me birthday wishes, this year tops it as the year with the most wishes, woohooo!!! And thanks for the gifts too - the most unexpected one of all being from our HR hehehe...</div><div></div><div></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-49023995547124244052008-04-04T21:11:00.007+08:002008-04-04T22:47:42.881+08:00In Her Shoes<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R_YtT3xCVAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/K8AsIBDd9Xg/s1600-h/walklavtc162.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185381840374092802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R_YtT3xCVAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/K8AsIBDd9Xg/s400/walklavtc162.jpg" border="0" /></a>When I saw <a href="http://www.walkamileinhershoes.org/#PutYourself" target="_blank">this</a> in the news tonight my heart just soared. Definitely for a good cause and I'd encourage anyone in that area to sign up (too bad I don't know any, so for you peeps who happen to be there, please do participate). I'm all for women's rights and the whole nine yards, and when it becomes as fun and fashionable like this, hey I get excited! Look at these guys, how cute is that?<br /><br />Since I'm nowhere near to join in, I pledge my men to walk in heels and take their pics while doing it, I hope my dear husband and kid will walk in my too-tight-for-him and too-big-for-him shoes and support me. If they think I'm nuts then at least they'll know the length I go to look good! I bet it'll teach them a thing or two about keeping good posture.<br /><br /><div>For more news on Walk A Mile In Her Shoes, click <a href="http://www.lubbockonline.com/stories/031508/liv_258025432.shtml" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://www.hardnewscafe.usu.edu/artlife/features/040308_saavi.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><br /><div></div><div>In a different development, the gorgeous WendyB did wonderful <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/search/label/shoes" target="_blank">posts</a> on shoes, her lovely collection and those that she tried on and took pics of. Check out the Miu Miu Tea Cup Pumps, I've fallen in love with the red ones the first time I saw them last month. Vivid imaginations of me as Alice having tea with Madhatter flashed through my mind just looking at <a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446184809&FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=282574492709548&ASSORTMENT%3C%3East_id=1408474399545537ev19=1:8&siteID=C56Oo_T4pHo-Kp4FRbi_2JdopghMb6ZCqQ" target="_blank">these beauties</a>... And the brown leather Alaias, they give me the heart palpitation....</div><br /><div></div><div>If you still hadn't noticed, this post is on shoes and will be all about shoes, please bear with me, no I'm not done yet. Gracious, kind and lovely friend, <a href="http://labeletterouge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Ruby</a>, also managed to turn my world upside down a few days ago. If I hadn't the pressing need to get to work I swear I'd never have been sorted out. Look at her <a href="http://labeletterouge.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-in-paris-now-thats-shoe-of.html" target="_blank">cute purchase</a>. I wish I could get away wearing flats to work, hang on let me re-phrase it - I wish I was 5' 9" to be able to wear flats to work everyday. Being 5' 2" won't get you noticed if you were to walk this wonderful earth in flats all the time. Ruby is a lucky girl, for being tall and for her recent purchase that will walk Paris this summer. You go, girl!</div><br /><div></div><div>OK peeps, I need to go look for those shoes to fit two pairs of feet into, I have my own worthy cause teeheeheeee....!</div><div> </div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-60335797156520109002008-03-06T01:54:00.007+08:002008-03-06T02:20:15.148+08:00I'm the queen bee<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R87gVzN6W_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/MaESilR9ZyM/s1600-h/Aiyoh!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174319687025712114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R87gVzN6W_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/MaESilR9ZyM/s400/Aiyoh!.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"> Oh noes!</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The person responsible for taking me off the blog scene all this while.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pic by nadio</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174320352745643010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R87g8jN6XAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UuIOXRVKYLQ/s400/and+he+floats!.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodness gracious, he's a handful!</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Pic by nadio</span></div><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174321654120733730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R87iITN6XCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Pg8PiTdnnlw/s400/DSCN2074.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">His <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I'm-so-cute-you'll-forgive-me</span></em></strong> pose.</span></p><p>I need to cool off, really!<br /><br />(Thanks for all the love, peeps!) </p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-34007688459739061972008-01-30T23:47:00.000+08:002008-01-31T00:00:10.653+08:00Award and RomanceLadies and gentlemen, I'm thrilled to announce that on January 28th, my humble blog was presented with the "You Make My Day Award" by gorgeous peeps from Atlanta GA, <a href="http://asiancajuns.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">AsianCajuns</a>. Thanks, Catherine and Lauren! Woohoo! The first one ever!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161223489509747682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R6BZaxqha-I/AAAAAAAAAao/PGfhE6FdEcs/s400/u%252Bmake%252Bmy%252Bday.jpg" border="0" />This is how it works. I have to pass on this award to 10 people whose blogs bring me happiness and inspiration and make me feel happy about blogland. Comments shall be left on their blogs so they can pass it on. This is what the sweetums had to say about me:</p><p><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://asiancajuns.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-make-my-day.html" target="_blank">Heart and Soul: For living it up in Malaysia with style.</a></span></p><p>OK, when I started this blog in August last year, I started off fulfilling my own promise that I'd start to write and/or let my thoughts be known. Prior to that, and oh so typical of me, it was just an idea I'd stored at the back of my head which wagged and nagged for a year. I didn't categorize my blog and decided that I'd write about anything that strikes my fancy. I do love fashion and lifestyle, so maybe a good chunk of this blog consist of them. HOWEVER, I'm not an expert on those two subjects, and I purposely don't pose for photos in full glory (of fashion sense) as I want to leave that to others who do it so much better. Let's just say I'll let my closet and its contents to my own torturous view. So let's get a move on...</p><p>Tomorrow's the last day of <em>Janvier</em>. I generally hate this month because things seem to take a backseat, but anyhow, I'll welcome <em>Fevrier</em> with open arms. It's my parents' wedding anniversary, so this month holds dear to my heart. February 10th 1972 was the day my dearest mom accepted my dad to be his life companion. Ahhh... that young bride... I'd have loved to post a pic or two of her looking so chic in three different gowns, each complete with three different length gloves. I remember cheekily making fun of that but my dad was very defensive of her bride. Ouch! Anyways, my parents live in a different state, so I've no access to their wedding pictures.</p><p>And the icing on top of the cake, for the lovebirds, women and men alike, Valentine's Day. My husband and I don't celebrate it as we believe that love should be celebrated everyday but I do love watching other couples this day. The only thing I hate about this day is how commercialized it has become, dinner becomes ridiculously pricey and man, the price for a stalk of rose skyrockets to 20 bucks? Sheesh! Thank goodness I'm a lily girl, which doesn't help either as flowers generally become too expensive for the week of Valentine's. So thankfully, I don't celebrate.</p><p>It's fantastic, huh? Yeah, for people IN love, that is! For those, er, luckier ones with more liberty, what are you doing on Valentine's Day? Turn your cheeks away on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_display_of_affection" target="_blank">PDA</a> (yes that PDA, not your cellphone for goodness sakes), roll your eyes at yet another couple doe-eyed and cooing into each others ears? No, you don't, you let them be or you curse under your breath! Here's an idea, group your girlfriends for a round of clothes swapping! </p><p><embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1369783177" width="486" height="412" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1332212291&playerId=1369783177&viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://services.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&domain=embed&autoStart=false&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"></embed></p><p>Now that's what I call satisfaction!</p><p>But I just have to share this with y'all. Truely, utterly, absolutely <em>romantique</em>.</p><p></p><p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTw4CTZzz9Q&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p>Awww....</p><p>Cherish love forever, guys. </p><p>As for the award, I've decided to do it in stages, tonight it'll be:</p><p><a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">WendyB</a></p><p><a href="http://labeletterouge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">La Bellette Rouge</a> </p><p><em>A tout a l'heur, mon amis!</em><br /></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-87411869353640375812008-01-28T02:24:00.000+08:002008-01-28T02:25:03.821+08:00No No No! Yes Yes YES!!Oh Johny, I love you with all my heart, you taught me how to sing (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077631/" target="_blank">Grease</a>) and you also taught me how to groove (<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076666/" target="_blank">Saturday Night Fever</a>), but what did your stylist talk you into? <div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160214498612702146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5zDvxqha8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/RzLx5sVNzIY/s400/john_travolta_1734226.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160215254526946258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5zEbxqha9I/AAAAAAAAAag/zbvTo2CEdhY/s400/john_travolta_5078555.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>I'm no expert in hair fashion and all, but this one, me no likey. Widow's peak and poufed up bangs ain't the way to go. Having them in bird wing shape ain't the way of confessing your love for aviation either, hun. Kelly must've really liked this one on you... Sigh...</p><p>Please don't get me wrong, I love this guy, really, I've said that already, haven't I? I discovered Grease when I was maybe 5, found a cassette of the movie's soundtrack which led me to Olivia Newton-John and 70's fashion. The love continued till I was 8 when my parents finally allowed me to watch Saturday Night Fever. It was 1982, and man, was I groovin'. Dug your white suit, dear, even when the world in the 80's criticized 70's fashion and by that your white ensemble was the point of reference. Now go do yourself a favor and have your hair close cropped again.</p><p>No, no, no.</p><p>But peeps, this next one is dedicated to <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">WendyB</a> and her love for butt bows. Wendy, may I just say that <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/2007/09/bringing-butt-bows-back.html" target="_blank">you wear it much better</a>! </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160213935971986354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5zDPBqha7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zYF-6xIVU7Y/s400/kylie_minogue_5080558.jpg" border="0" /></p></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160213588079635362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5zC6xqha6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/iTz0qaDu3Co/s400/kylie_minogue_5080559.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>And screw Google for <a href="http://wendyhatesblogger.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">what they have done to your blog</a>. I MISS YOU. You hear that LIVE people at Google? Bring Sexywendy back! <a href="http://www.amazon.com/FutureSex-LoveSounds-Justin-Timberlake/dp/B000H305U0" target="_blank">JT</a> would agree hands down.</p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-64188320576241327682008-01-21T00:01:00.000+08:002008-01-21T01:49:28.031+08:00My Saturday in Melaka<div align="left">We decided to head down to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malacca" target="_blank">Melaka</a> on Saturday so the three of us with a couple of friends got into a minivan and had a blast. No itinerary, just a fun, laidback evening. First stop, Kampung Morten for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasi_lemak" target="_blank">nasi lemak</a> wrapped in banana leaf. My girlfriend said it was good but I didn't know it was that good. Mmm mmmm delish. Then we hit another area for seafood. The best! Both in taste and price. We had prawns, stingray and deep fried calamari. I drank coconut juice - from the fruit. No pics peeps, you guys should know me by now, where there's food everything else is secondary! Oh before I forget, just before reaching the seafood place, we found this signboard where I just had to have a picture of. Roy got out while we laughed our behinds off...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157598609548281842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5N4m_gsh_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/kdby7Z17oOY/s400/DSCN2612.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Translation: Cows not permitted. Private property.<br /></strong></span><br /></p><p>Duhh. Cows everywhere, this is the importance of going to school. Now look where the head of the herd had brought you to. At least the cows in Melaka are bright enough to tell (read???) where their presence is not appreciated.</p><p>Whoever came up with this idea, we wonder which school you went to?</p><p>Right after dinner we headed straight for the town to Jonker Street. Major night market every Friday and Saturday night and the street is transformed to Jonker Walk. During the day it's where you get antiques, gemstones and just about everything and it's also where you find the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peranakan" target="_blank">Peranakan</a> Museum. This is where the life is in this historical town. I scored this hand beaded flip-flops for RM18. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157604184415832066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5N9rfgsiAI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jDv6DYSY-Z8/s400/DSCN2626.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p>And nothing related, this is how I look like with the shorter hairstyle.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157605777848698898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R5N_IPgsiBI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ke8wAK7T7nM/s400/DSCN2604.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Picture by Sean</span></em></p><p></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-3672430199743102092008-01-17T00:56:00.000+08:002008-01-17T02:12:22.418+08:00Get out of my dreams, and into my blogI decided I've had enough beauty slumber of two days and two nights and woke up this morning after <a href="http://lynnazri.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged.html" target="_blank">dreaming</a> a sweet but painful dream. In my dream I had a walk-in closet with rows and rows of designer clothes, jewelry and stackful of shoes and handbags. Colors of all sorts. Names of all brands. Sizes and shapes of all kinds. And to my bewilderment <a href="http://asiancajuns.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">AsianCajuns</a>, <a href="http://vintagebunny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Vintage Bunny</a>, <a href="http://mahalofashion.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jen</a>, <a href="http://wendiva.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Wendiva</a>, <a href="http://wineglasslogistics.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Elisabeth</a> and <a href="http://bymissann.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Miss Ann</a> appeared out of nowhere and took my handbags away!!! I awoke with the sinking feeling of loss. A loss of something I never owned.<br /><br />My six beautiful deserving peeps, you're tagged. Now aren't you sorry you appeared in my dream?!?<br /><br />AsianCajuns: Because you have so many wonderful clothes and bags.<br />Vintage Bunny: Because I'm always amazed at how one manages to find bags of 99 cents, and gorgeous ones too!<br />Jen: For having FINE taste in almost everything. Need I say more?<br />Wendiva: I'm jealous of your past life and the life you're leading now. Wonder what's in the bag you carry with you to the hospital?<br />Elisabeth: So when you get back into the office from your <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vacation" target="_blank">vacay</a> you'd have something better to do.<br />Miss Ann: Errmm... because you travel on a private jet? I wish I was in your bag!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-2206835818277573032008-01-14T23:49:00.000+08:002008-01-15T02:14:36.597+08:00TaggedSo I've been <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/2008/01/peek-into-my-prada.html" target="_blank">tagged</a> recently by <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">WendyB</a>. She says I need to post more often anyway, so. The theme is "Name six things in my handbag". Now I'll confess that while I'm not the typical girl who carries tissue paper in her purse, I do change my handbags quite often, and have been in trouble a few times for doing so a couple of time. I'm digressing.... OK, so let's base this tagged thing on<em> mon sac du jour. </em>It's my <a href="http://www.edesignershop.net/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=tods-new-miky-baby-blue&click=71" target="_blank">small New Miky JP Tod's</a> (mine's a different color though). Skoopid laptop has no card reader, so no pics guys, <em>desolee</em>. Not many things in it, hence the name small.<br /><br />1. My vintage <a href="http://www.lizclaiborne.com/home/index.jsp" target="_blank">Liz Claiborne</a> long wallet. Basically my whole life is in it. Cash, cards, id, driver's license, atm receipts a.k.a. junks, small pics of Roy and Sean, and a passpost photo of myself taken while I was expecting Sean that I'd be furious if I ever lose it. This was the time when "glowing radiance" was so applicable. Hey, there's nothing wrong with holding on to something good. Aaahhh and yes, tucked in one of the compartments, Roy's proclamation of his love for me from 12 years ago written on a piece of white A4 paper which were passed to me while we were in the university library (supposedly studying....??).<br /><br />2. A leather <a href="http://www.swarovski.com/is-bin/INTERSHOP.enfinity/WFS/SCO-Web_AU-Site/en_US/-/AUD/SW_BrowseCatalog-Start?CategoryName=010302" target="_blank">Swarovski</a> card holder. If you're card's in it you're my VIP. The Coffee Bean Card's in it too, in case I lose my wallet, I'll still get to calm my nerves with coffee till the card runs out of credit.<br /><br />3. Visine Redness Reliever eye drops. I'm all about the color red, but this is one color that I'm not so proud to show off if it appears anywhere on my face, so I depend on the eye drops. I read somewhere that it gets rid the angry zit of its color. Since I'm <a href="http://lynnazri.blogspot.com/2007/10/mommy-how-old-are-you-again.html" target="_blank">16</a> and still popping all over, this is THE thing to stay in the bag all the time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155390459487225794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R4ugTvgsh8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2EdU0UNUm4U/s400/Visine.jpg" border="0" /><br />4. Elizabeth Arden High Shine Lip Gloss in Shimmering Pink. A girl can never go wrong with it.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155392173179176930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R4uh3fgsh-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/f78Gm-c630s/s400/pELIZARDEN1-3382483v250.jpg" border="0" />5. My beloved Motorazr. Yes, a Blackberry or iTouch is the thing to have now, but I stick with the Razr because of its size. Plus if anyone ever gets on my nerves I get to slash him good. Not just today in my small bag, but anytime anywhere.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMC1QDbpLIs&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMC1QDbpLIs&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />6. Small change. In case my Razr decides to fly. </p><p>There you have it. Since this tagging business is an epidemic like what WendyB says and finding a victim is easy peasy breezy, I'm left with a challenge. Now who shall that other six be? Can I sleep on it first guys...?<br /></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-88437040039736584782008-01-13T00:35:00.000+08:002008-01-14T23:49:06.613+08:00Speeding ticket....Guys, I deserve a ticket for zooming past my own site. I've been extremely busy, now that school has started again. It's crazy!<br /><br />Just an update, I trimmed my hair last Saturday, shorter than the first time I had it short, and I'm loving it even if Roy says it kinda looks the same! Afraid the pic'll have to wait, I'm posting on my husband's laptop and it doesn't have a card reader. Can you believe it???<br /><br />Note: I've been tagged by the fabulous <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">WendyB</a> which I'm working on. Watch out for it.Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-68382806058164328462007-12-31T16:29:00.000+08:002007-12-31T17:01:13.381+08:00Bonne Annee!! Welcome 2008!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3itKN1IdOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QQGBYJFiTyA/s1600-h/fireworks_1_bg_070404_sandiego.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150056564920972514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3itKN1IdOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QQGBYJFiTyA/s400/fireworks_1_bg_070404_sandiego.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Pic from </span></em><a href="http://pdphoto.org/PictureDetail.php?pg=8148" target="_blank"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">pdphoto.org</span></em></a> </div><p><br />Thanks to all of you who've made my life fabulous. Love you to bits and pieces!</p><p>Have a big banging time y'all!<br /><br />Mwahhh!<br /></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-36985758338912436242007-12-26T18:54:00.000+08:002007-12-27T12:19:18.245+08:00Back from the holidays<div align="left">I'm baaaaaack! What a wonderful reunion we've had. I know I mentioned in my last post that I'd hope to post pictures of the reception. What I didn't mention was that my cousin was marrying someone from the royalty and that the king from one of the states was attending the do. So to adhere to the strict protocols, we weren't allowed to take photographs till after dinner time. Bummer... I really wanted to capture the bride and groom in action but right when it was open time all the cameras started flashing and people came from nowhere. What was the funniest is we think they were trying to capture the beeyoootiful princess who just married the Regent, well yes of course they wanted to see Erin and Shah too hah! Anyways, as there were too many people in the way the pics we took appeared blurry, and where the good images could be clearly seen what showed were just guests and more guests... Oh well, I'll wait for the soft copy then. Sorry guys! Have these instead.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148238805912286242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3I36t1IdCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gQNxFNmPOxo/s200/DSCN2472.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hungry and waiting for the arrival of the Highnesses King and Queen so we could finally eat...</span></em><br /><br /></p><p align="left">After the King, Queen, Regent and Princess had left my husband managed to take these pics of the gossiping girls...</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148309239080973378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3J3-d1IdEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/HsDOYPtIUdk/s200/DSCN2504.JPG" border="0" /><em>"<span style="font-size:85%;">You know this ugly stepsister actually insisted that she was prettier than you...", says the bride. "And why do you look so amused telling me that???", I was totally irked.</span></em><br /><br /><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148242280540828722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3I7E91IdDI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XY-6gtJidGE/s200/DSCN2505.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">"No, of course I wasn't! I made sure to tell her that no one can make a man give in to her whims and wishes by a flick of her hair and a toss of her head but you and you alone!"</span></em></p><p align="center"></p><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148312773839058002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3J7MN1IdFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/htrpoYhzqOE/s200/DSCN2506.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></em><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"Damned right I could! You'll want me body people will walk you through it!!"<br /></em></span><br /></p><p>I left that night feeling absolutely elated.... ;-p</p><p>I'm glad we managed to steal some time off of the entourage the next day and had a quiet dinner at a pleasant place called <a href="http://www.penangreview.net/restaurant-reviews/passions_of_kerala.html" target="_blank" >Passions of Kerala</a>. If ever you guys came to Penang, you should really give the place a try. Warning though, for lovers of curry dishes or adventurous first timers only. Totally worth it.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148321793270379618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R3KDZN1IdGI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8nN9JFo93Zc/s200/DSCN2514.JPG" border="0" />Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-27845554694518552312007-12-20T12:38:00.000+08:002007-12-28T16:29:28.112+08:00Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha (Happy Eid Ul-Adha)To my peeps, near and far, Happy Eid! It's a public holiday in Malaysia today, but many have taken long leave till Christmas, some till after the new year. I'll be around till tomorrow, then we birds will fly north to Penang. I missed my dear cousin's wedding last weekend, and her reception's due this coming Saturday there. Hopefully I'll get to post photos of the reception here.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145913540683002898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R2n1Gd1IdBI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0HqW1BG7DaA/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Selamat Pengantin Baru*, Erin</span></em></p><p>Mom and dad are around for the holiday, and like I said we, the members of The School of Birds will be flying to Penang together tomorrow. While mom's here we'll be eating good food, yay!</p>* <em><span style="font-size:85%;">A greeting in Malay, wished to newlyweds.</span></em>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-16226338272503998852007-12-15T19:16:00.000+08:002007-12-27T12:41:36.355+08:00No reason<div align="left">Just felt like doing this as so many have called to ask what's happened to my blog and myself. Apart from going through something major in life, I also don't have much to tell. Anyways, this is to my peeps who've showed me I absolutely can't leave without y'all, just because... Oh, and I was totally inspired to post this, thanks to <a href="http://asiancajuns.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">AsianCajuns </a>Cath who put up her gorgeous pic in a <a href="http://asiancajuns.blogspot.com/2007/12/ikat-zara.html" target="_blank">lovely Ikat/Pua Kumbu dress</a>. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144159613478269922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/R2O56d1Ic-I/AAAAAAAAAW8/w675LnALIAA/s400/DSCN2446.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"Happy Holidays!!!", my </em><a href="http://www.edricong.com/weave/2/index.html" target="_blank"><em>ikat fabric </em></a><em>seems to be shouting in full spirit.</em></span></p><p align="left">Peace to all.</p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-4769724708699922372007-11-08T00:25:00.001+08:002007-12-26T01:52:46.325+08:00Happy Birthday, Roy!<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYfoj4IGrr4"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYfoj4IGrr4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Roy = Roi = King<br /><br />So, au roi de mon coeur, bonne anniversaire! (Hun, it means, "To the king of my heart, happy birthday!").<br /><br /><br /><p align="left">Heck, even Kennedy wasn't a king...... and you are definitely one, even if it's just by your given name! :-D.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130299819540115522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RzJ8gR7wcEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cFhhoYMEpEc/s400/DSCN2088.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Sean, Roy and yours truly, so happy together... la la la la la la....</span></strong></em></p><p align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-6439316004281714232007-10-23T00:04:00.000+08:002007-10-23T00:22:10.773+08:00Mommy, how old are you again?Our recent MotoGP at the MScape VIP Village requires the patrons to be at least 18, since it's backed by the tobacco giant brand Marlboro. A legal age meeting point of some sort. Since we were there for two days we had to leave our 7 year old behind at my brother's, he very much knows he's under the age limit.<br /><br />Today after lunch and seeing all the cool stuff in the goodie bags, we had this conversation:<br /><br />7 y.o.: Mommy, you said I couldn't go because I'm seven.<br />Me: Uhum..<br />7 y.o.: Only 18?<br />Me: Right. 18 and older.<br />7 y.o.: 16?<br />Me: No sweetie, only 18 and above.<br />7 y.o.: Daddy could go because he's 50, right?<br />Me: (Grinning) Heh, right.<br />7 y.o.: Then how come you went? You're only 16...?<br />Me: Ooopsss.....<br /><br />Honest to God I didn't teach him my age, or even my husband's! He made it all up by himself. what I find so flattering is now biting me in my own a@#...Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-52113642476319599572007-10-21T22:03:00.000+08:002007-12-27T12:27:39.030+08:00Polini Malaysian MotoGP 2007 part 2<div align="left">Day 2 of bike racing. My ears still hurt from the noise at the starting line, thanks for leaving the darn ear plugs behind and not taking new ones just before leaving the suite. Had real fun with both the <a href="http://www.ducati.com/" target="_blank">Ducati Team </a>riders (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loris_Capirossi" target="_blank" >Loris Capirossi </a>and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casey_Stoner" target="_blank" >Casey Stoner</a>) spending some time at the suite while being interviewed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Randy_Mamola" target="_blank" >Randy Mamola</a> and later giving away two signed helmets to more lucky devils. If you still remember, I mentioned in my last post about the <a href="http://lynnazri.blogspot.com/2007/10/polini-malaysian-motogp-2007.html" target="_blank" >double session</a>. Randy's the rider of the two seater bike, World Champion Motorcycle Racer Hall of Famer and a living legend in motor racing world. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123795853279676946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RxthLnhayhI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lcWXGVw7VDU/s320/DSCN2328.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(L-R) Loris Capirossi, Randy Mamola and Casey Stoner.</em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></p><p align="left">The race officially started off with the 125cc category, then 250cc and finally the 500cc where both Capirossi and Stoner were in. While Capirossi doesn't need any mentioning, Stoner is one full of surprises and created the most buzz lately. Just 22 and already a World Champion.</p><p align="left">My number 42 didn't bring me any luck today, again... In ANY of the countless lucky draws - not even once. Not an interesting subject to elaborate, so moving on...</p><p align="left">However though, I did taste luck for about two hours until it was blown away. I approached Randy for an autograph, and he gave one on my cap. I was among the only four in the room to get his signature on our caps (my husband Roy, Nadd and a random guy being the other three). Soon after, we went to the rooftop to see the race start, and a gigantic <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nadio/1671885899/" target="_blank" >bird</a> was hovering above us to catch her namesake's eye view of the moment.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123811237852531266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RxtvLHhaykI/AAAAAAAAAWY/kTla6rZgUbk/s400/MotoGP+photostrip.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(L-R) Giant bird; Excited people waving; Last few moments of luck.<br /></span></em><br /></p><p align="left">Scorching hot day, bird gives off nice cooling wind, human real pleased, thanked bird by waving like crazy, UNTIL my cap was blown away and knicked by I-don't-know-who!!! Nadd said she saw who took it but her voice wasn't heard over the loud noise of the hovering bird. It all happened so fast. Hers stayed on, my husband's cap I managed to catch but mine was isk isk... That killed my mood and left me absolutely deflated. I hope for the person who selfishly knicked it to lose it in his drunken stupor. Yep he left his half-full wine glass in change for my Randy cap. </p><p align="left">Oh well, at least we still have Roy's cap, thank God.</p><p align="left">Nevertheless, I'm still glad Casey Stoner won the race. A wonderful birthday gift for a fine guy who celebrated his birthday last Tuesday.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820184269408850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rxt3T3haylI/AAAAAAAAAWg/X1LnZyxEVfg/s400/Stoner+Champion.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>Pic taken from Casey's </em><a href="http://www.caseystoner.com.au/details.php?item=138" target="_blank" ><em>website</em></a><em>.</em></p><p align="left">I'm off now to enjoy all the official merchandise that came with the race day pass. Hurray, at least...</p><p align="left"></span></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-54486956675502217342007-10-21T00:22:00.000+08:002007-10-21T01:27:56.962+08:00Polini Malaysian MotoGP 2007<div align="left">I had a great time today. What started out as a winning competition for Nadd (that only Nadd won) ended with gifts for her, me and my husband! Hahaha, I must say connection does take you a long, long way. Anyways, today is the qualifying race with Dani Pedrosa, Casey Stoner and Marco Melandri securing the top three spots for the race tomorrow. Prior to the race, we hung out at the VIP Village enjoying the abundance of drinks and good music. Heaps of MP3 Players were given out during the lucky draw session, unfortunately I wasn't one of the lucky ones. My number 92 wasn't a favourite with the lotto number spinning machine :-P. Ah well, better luck tomorrow (yes, we got passes for two days).</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Then it was time for the Pit Lane Walk where I almost totally lost my mind watching 9 lucky people doing the double on the track. Holy Molly!<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123461507255552466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RxoxGHhaydI/AAAAAAAAAVk/W6oNgLmtpxM/s400/double.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Lucky devil at the start of the "double" session. Yup, they start off with a wheelie.</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="left">I've been harboring hopes and dreams for this, but apparently the 9 guys were pre selected by the organizer based on unknown criteria to us. I swear my heart dropped into my stomach the second I caught sight of them passing right before me.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123464646876645874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rxoz83hayfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yCHXIHm_S0A/s320/DSCN2285.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Crazy jellus woman by the side of the track. Shooed by race officials coming from her right. Grrrr..!<br /></em></span><br /></p><p align="left">Having worked here a few times before I know that the side platform is a no-go zone, but I was too jealous to care. I just leapt up to see what else was being shoved to my face by the evil organizer. Talk about going 300km/h on a bike. Of course you'll just be the pillion rider but who cares? That's the closest that any Tom, Dick and Harry will ever get to racing on a bike. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123468173044795906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rxo3KHhaygI/AAAAAAAAAV4/x1DNDRabamo/s320/mamat2+salleh..JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Crazy jellus woman and track officials made up. Before they shooed her off again, hmmphh!</span></em></p><p align="left">Anyone who knows me would definitely know how crazy I can be. So I'm gonna take this crazy self to rest for a while before starting again in the morning on a whole new session. A demain mes amis!</p><p align="left"> </p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-62982128634000257262007-10-20T22:18:00.000+08:002007-10-21T09:56:03.857+08:00Eid Mubarak<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">The month of Ramadhan ended last week on October 13th and Syawal began the next day. Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin to my beloved family and friends. After a month of detoxifying, I figure we can intoxicate again, well a little shouldn't do any harm... </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123424733745564098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RxoPpnhaycI/AAAAAAAAAVc/xODAdN2iU5Q/s200/DSCN2307.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Raya goodies for the sweet tooth</em></span></p><p align="left">This is the reason I've been quiet since the last post. Eid came and we were out of town celebrating. I went back to my hometown after three long years and needless to say, had to succumb to the pressure of visiting family members. Well serves me right for not doing that for ages. But that's the beauty of hari raya (eid), you see each other and wish everyone well, ask for forgiveness and make peace, not that I launched any war, but that's just how it is. A week of Eid and travelling across 3 states later, we arrived home sweet home. Oh how I missed my own bed, the air conditioning and most of all, the tranquility that I get to enjoy from my patio just listening to the windchimes. I don't mean to come across as a shallow worldly person, but come on, Malaysia sits right above the Equator - the heat doesn't make you a hot person!</p><p align="left">Tradition says to visit your peeps during the month of Syawal, so come on over. Come one, come all. Let's have a feast.</p><p align="left">XOXO</p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-44178149562220771482007-10-10T09:52:00.000+08:002007-12-27T12:36:12.429+08:00Oh sister, where art thou..?<div align="center"></div><div align="left">This has indeed been a long break from blogging. First it was the dreaded bloggers block. Then I got busy with Iftar invitations - a cycle of delicious food on my itinerary does keep me away. At the same time, I got lazy hahaha!</div><br /><div align="left">Apart from watching the latest Heroes on TV, I'm also playing catch up with Desperate Housewives and Ugly Betty. We stay up pretty late to do all these, and of course just makes you sleepy during the day and lazier. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....</div><br /><div align="left">Have also been helping my mom bake her famous pineapple jam tart for the coming holiday season. Thousands and thousands of them. She gets orders, so she's a rich woman now (Hi Mom, I love you!!).</div><br /><div align="left">Am thinking whether I should post pictures of the yummy food I've been gobbling, but... nevermind, am LAZY... </div><br /><div align="left">Oh, and just last week it was my son's 7th birthday and more food fiesta at Marche. Happy birthday, sweetie!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Ok, folks. My soft and comfy couch is beckoning... Instead of food pics, have yourselves some fish pics where we had our dinners recently. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119524353845486690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rww0RoHr5GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/g-g5CgG8oW0/s200/DSCN2104.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">"</span><span style="font-size:85%;">Whatcha lookin' at?"</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119525483421885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rww1TYHr5HI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6Dh_LCYGxEo/s200/DSCN2102.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">The goldfish of <a href="http://www1.hilton.com/en_US/hi/hotel/KULHIHI-Hilton-Kuala-Lumpur-hotel/index.do" target="_blank">KL Hilton</a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119528820611474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rww4VoHr5II/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZMbzCu2Y8bU/s200/catpet.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Louis the Great doing his ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz roll</span></p><p align="left"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">* All pics shot by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nadio" target="_blank" >Nadio</a></span></em></p><p align="left"></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-1392709469153203882007-09-29T00:33:00.000+08:002007-09-29T13:40:52.784+08:00AlisaI present you a haunting beauty, well to me at least...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115295103654771762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/Rv0ty3ajPDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/7LyM_up1Rr0/s320/Alisa.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"Alisa", courtesy of </em></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nadio/1408282662/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>nadiO</em></span></a></p><p align="left">There's just something in this face, even at 5, her beauty is out of this world. A sad story though, Alisa's an orphan at one of the orphanages in Kuala Selangor, Malaysia. I heard her parents divorced, her mom went insane (literally - she's institutionalized now) and her dad fled the country for his homeland in the States, and the Welfare Department took custody of her. My heart goes out to her :(. I pray for all things good for this girl. </p><p align="left">Thinking of her, this song comes to mind. "Sad Lisa" by Cat Stevens. I did a search on YouTube and found a video. My first time embedding it on here, so please bear with the lack of skills...<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_tTaxI1UDU"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_tTaxI1UDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />On a lighter note, I love Cat Stevens. Reminds me of my childhood in the late 70s when dad used to play Cat's lp on the good ole turntable. Crisp voice, that man. Yusuf Islam now, I'm amazed he hasn't lost touch of his artistic side. I don't care what the world may think of him, he's a music legend to me. Even now when he's old and gray. He ROCKS! And why not have s'mores...<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w73nDn_Ai5M"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w73nDn_Ai5M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />I would've put the live one on, it's got a punch in it rather than this one but embedding was disabled by request... Darn, but anyhow, to those interested, click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TWd3skb-Rw" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><div align="left">Okay, I'm hopping on the Peace Train. Come join me.</div><div align="left"></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-12594580987758133672007-09-20T16:38:00.000+08:002007-09-20T23:43:00.666+08:00The kind of shoes I want. Badly.<div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvIyFNPuzxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8bmCW0mnduU/s1600-h/anotherdigitalIR_03.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112203592055312146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvIyFNPuzxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8bmCW0mnduU/s400/anotherdigitalIR_03.gif" border="0" /></a><br />So, who wanna buy me <a target="_blank" href="http://www.missbudd.com/anotherdigital.shtml">this</a>? Anyone travelling to the UK sometime soon give me a holler. This will seriously make me happppyyyyyyyyyyyy....!</div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-3690943617976510292007-09-20T13:51:00.000+08:002007-09-20T23:50:41.585+08:00Da bling bling<div align="left">I stumbled upon a wonderful <a href="http://wbjewelry.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">site</a> a few days ago that i absolutely fell madly hooked with. Has kept me up late trying to go through the archives. What's wonderful is the fact that the author, Wendy, is a jewelry designer and her designs absolutely ROCK!! Check 'em out <a href="http://www.gigicaron.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. You know I love "different" jewelery and by different I mean not the typical 916 yellow gold with big huge whatever old ladies like to have on *shudder*. My aunts always question me why I like 18k gold more than the 916 ones, and what gets to them is my fascination for platinum and white gold. How can I not? I'm steering cleer of their path *shudder shudder*. Of course of late you see lots of nice looking yellow gold pieces making waves again, but what sets them apart are the mere designs. Look below for old versus new.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112174150054498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvIXTdPuzuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/noMKKrC0bzQ/s200/http---www.habibjewels.com-pdf-gold.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Old</span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112174351917960946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvIXfNPuzvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/OHGtXJ2jehU/s200/neck_papessa_yellow.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.gigicaron.com/it_girls.asp?path=neck_papessa_rose&ministrip=0&thumbstrip=0" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">New</span></a><br /><br /></p><p align="left">Now, isn't that a world of difference? Anyone who sees me suddenly wearing the oldie, I grant you the approval of shooting me. The newbie also comes in white and rose gold, and are absolutely refreshing and modern. When I saw the newbie I absolutely fell in love, in fact the whole collection was delicious! I have one particular favorite (I"ll call it my dreampod) on the It Girls collection and if I get that, that will be IT. Those are on my wishlist. Someday, when I have 'em moolahs lotsa moolahs....</p><p align="left">On another note, gems are nice too. I particularly cherish this one:</p><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112181039182040834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvIdkdPuzwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ak9PxJD_PmI/s200/mine+compressed.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="left">Please excuse the picture quality. The garnets dont really pop out in here. I've been asked before whether it's a snake... Y'all must think I have some kind of fascination with snakes. No people, it's the letter Z, after my mom's and dad's names... </p><p align="left">Ok, there it is, I'm going to dream some more about my dreampod. :)</p><p align="left"></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-73997742727241763112007-09-19T13:33:00.000+08:002007-09-20T23:53:27.344+08:00Ramadhan, Logic vs. Realistic et al<div align="left">Hope it's not too late to wish "Ramadhan Al-Mubarak". To friends who texted me, thanks from the bottom of my heart. Sorry I've been really occupied lately, this whole month's gonna be a juggling act altogether! May this month bring us all the good...<br /><br />In the meantime, this is something I found in my heaps of pic files which I finally got down to organizing. It's a picture I took while we we were travelling in Indonesia recently. Something for y'all to ponder.<br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111790132733595250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvC6CtPuznI/AAAAAAAAATA/3g7LJTtd7pY/s320/DSCN0467.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="left">It's in the Indonesian Language, which when translated screams, "If love is blind, why need bikini?". SO true, though you might wanna say otherwise. On the other hand don't ask me what the caption on the top left means coz I've no idea... If love is blind Liz Taylor wouldn't be decked in her diamond collection given by all the men in her life. Haha. If love is blind there wouldn't be unhappy marriages and failed relationships. But if you wanna console yourself, listen to <a target="_blank" href="http://www.teslatheband.com/">Tesla</a>'s <a target="_blank" href="http://www.last.fm/music/Tesla/_/Love+Song">Love Song</a>. There I did it, the Mr.'s gonna be so proud I listed Tesla in one of my posts hahaha!</p><p align="left">Now, what should I have for iftar (break fast), hmmm?? </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111801196569349762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RvDEGtPuzoI/AAAAAAAAATI/SU_-HP3YN0I/s320/fajitas.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>*steak fajitas - photo by <a target="_blank" href="http://www.iabeef.org/">iowa_beef.org</a></em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-60364792641562053502007-09-09T10:33:00.000+08:002007-09-19T15:42:55.666+08:00Paradise<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108036814331755746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNka0ncvOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Kah4wx2pqPo/s200/lgk+edited.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>This is an idea of what paradise on earth felt like for me recently... Nothing to worry about except where and when to have dinner, when to hit the beach and pool and what to do next. SO pleasant! Sad I had to come back down to earth...</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNmJUncvPI/AAAAAAAAABY/qdYEGdSAMAg/s1600-h/DSCN1766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108038712707300594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNmJUncvPI/AAAAAAAAABY/qdYEGdSAMAg/s200/DSCN1766.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNmxEncvQI/AAAAAAAAABg/x3P4UnJ4DiI/s1600-h/DSCN1769.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108039395607100674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNmxEncvQI/AAAAAAAAABg/x3P4UnJ4DiI/s200/DSCN1769.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNoC0ncvRI/AAAAAAAAABo/3PL6VfB9ppA/s1600-h/DSCN1770.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108040800061406482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Qee1CnURGAM/RuNoC0ncvRI/AAAAAAAAABo/3PL6VfB9ppA/s200/DSCN1770.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>And that's me sporting my latest accessory. Hey, the boa's back! </div><div></div><br /><div>I had so much fun!!! I'll post some more later, gonna have to grab some lunch now. <div></div></div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2365480959456846610.post-78913173337819111292007-09-04T16:38:00.000+08:002007-09-19T16:15:22.472+08:00Beachy arrangements<div align="left">Gonna be off on a beach-y retreat from tomorrow through Saturday, hooray!! Our flight's in the morning which means I've to wake up way earlier than I usually do but for this one I shan't complain ;-). I hope it doesn't rain out during our stay coz I have about a dozen things on my to-do list. Later peeps, gonna start packing now!</div>Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866508941503917590noreply@blogger.com