<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392</id><updated>2012-02-01T10:48:26.277+08:00</updated><category term='Jobs'/><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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1745569964661460767' title='12 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1992497216407980259' title='5 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=5834622751572665348' title='3 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1506766871579113092' title='7 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6684978656756803951' title='5 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4138462800575844841' title='4 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7771956595547886369' title='3 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>3</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=445689743252914518' title='1 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>1</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7628629254101011503</id><published>2008-08-15T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:54:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS - ing</title><content type='html'>it's just me, or it's a general thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week before the time of the month, my mood will swing like ribut taufan. one moment here, the next moment there. anything. ANYTHING. can just make me snap. hurtful words comes lashing out. oh well, i guess, since it's a nature thing God gave us ladies, some ppl might as well get the truthful opinion when we lash out correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't knw bout you girls out there, but there's like a total difference in my attitude when i'm PMS-ing. i get irritated when things isn't properly done the way it should. driving fast yes that's normal for me, but honking people is what i hardly do. however during "those" days, u better wish my honk is spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! which reminds me, you knw how people generalized that as long as ur a lady driving, people will give you "way" on the road. sure, yes it's true most of the times. but do you know this old old makcik, si lai's, who's eyes are already close to becoming blind, loves to show this hand gestures? (oh i wasn't talking bout middle finger gesture, if they actually do that, i'll hit them with my tanker car.) what gets me is that, even when they are in the wrong lane, they honk or have this wild hand gestures pointing at you. bloody fugging bitches! so much so that, now i'm not the "nice" driver anymore. see any auntie driving, honk! when they double park and jammed up the whole place, honk! honk! honk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;my honk is spoilt la, so i honk many times oso they cannot hear&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even hate the fact that u need to change few hours once, just for hygienic purposes. EVEN worst when clothes got stained. like hellloooo lahh! why is it still happening?? (read : secondary days in school uniform and got stained) and the days where u know ur period is coming but u dont know when? so everyday before the actual day, u wear a pad, only at d end of the day, u find that no, it's not today. pads aren't cheap this days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning, it's like my daily bread, i read blogs just to satisfy my kepoh-ness hunger. there this one particular blog, but EVERY SINGLE DAMN FUGGING THING is about "I". yes a blog should be about the person who writes it BUT. go get a dictionary please. not every sentences you begin have to start with the letter "I". but then, mayb that's you, coz ur one self loving possessed freak, thinking the whole world revolves around nothing but you.. y still reading her blog, u may ask, i've STOP coz it's too damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shucks, i'm hungry AGAIN. =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn pms-ing days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7628629254101011503?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7628629254101011503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7628629254101011503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7628629254101011503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7628629254101011503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/08/pms-ing.html' title='PMS - ing'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3706480844724775323</id><published>2008-08-13T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:48:44.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What say you?</title><content type='html'>I watched the news yesterday, and the headlines showed almost-the-whole UiTM students doing the march to show their objection towards our Menteri Besar's proposal to allow non-Malays into the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809247272232962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SKI5x83Q6AI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FKaaPflzF6Q/s400/malays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Above : The "heroes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/8/13/nation/22071647&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;UiTM slams MB’s proposal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“UiTM was set up to provide the bumiputras a chance to improve themselves by attaining tertiary education,” he told a press conference at the university here yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We (the students) are very disturbed by the statement and we have planned our strategy on what to do if the Mentri Besar does not apologise and retract the statement,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Wednesday/National/2319790/Article/index_html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students adamant on keeping status quo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They marched to the Selangor State Secretariat to hand over a memorandum of protest over Abdul Khalid's suggestion that UiTM reserve 10 per cent of places to non-Bumiputeras and foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then marched 500 metres to Bangunan Sultan Abdul Aziz Shah, singing the university song UiTM di Hatiku' while carrying banners and placards with various declarations -- "Jangan Rampas Hak Kami" (Do not seize our rights), "Selamatkan UiTM"' (Save UiTM) and "UiTM di Hatiku"' (UiTM in our hearts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia.news.yahoo.com/bnm/20080812/tts-ibrahim-uitm-bm-993ba14.html"&gt;LEAVE UiTM ALONE, IBRAHIM TELLS KHALID&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim said besides the 5,000, UiTM now had 119,000 more students nationwide and 350,000 alumni members who might be hurt or offended by Khalid's statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Wednesday/Frontpage/2319771/Article/index_html"&gt;PM slams Khalid over call to open UiTM to non-Bumis&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERDANG: Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi has ticked off Selangor Menteri Besar Tan Sri Abdul Khalid Ibrahim for proposing that Universiti Teknologi Mara (UiTM) be opened to non-Bumiputeras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has no power to do that. Matters related to (student) intakes is under the jurisdiction of higher educational institutions," he said after launching the Malaysia Agriculture, Horticulture and Agrotourism (Maha) Show 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;...who's promoting racism here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...who wanna work for government now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what happens if Monash, Taylors or Inti don't allow Malays in? they'll be shut down the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...do they feel threaten? or just wanna be stuck in their comfort zone for the fear of competition?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3706480844724775323?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3706480844724775323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3706480844724775323' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3706480844724775323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3706480844724775323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-say-you.html' title='What say you?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SKI5x83Q6AI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FKaaPflzF6Q/s72-c/malays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4466064205416041926</id><published>2008-08-08T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:39:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more gossips Exposed!</title><content type='html'>gosh, at 1st the public only pays attention to political scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st it was the feud between &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;xia xue&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss/664270762/item.html"&gt;dawn yang&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://dawnwayang-official.blogspot.com/"&gt;dawn wayang&lt;/a&gt; came up, and &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2008/07/lawyers-letter.html"&gt;xia xue got a lawsuit sent to her door&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that one i can understand, coz xia xue spoke her mind, a bit too harsh i reckon, but nevertheless wat she thought of dawn, who claims she's all original. &lt;em&gt;blehh.. silicon face&lt;/em&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;snicker snicker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latest feud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait!! do you think &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;kenny sia&lt;/a&gt; is cute? (ok one of my friend does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, two girls Publicly declared their undying love for him. okay, one is his gf. &lt;a href="http://doingitbecauseican.blogspot.com/"&gt;Samantha Poh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;another is the &lt;a href="http://www.icyqueengoddess.net/"&gt;deluded relationship wrecker&lt;/a&gt;, somewhat popular blogger too, Ice Queen Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny sia, instead of being in the hotseat, he is jst watching the feud without having to comment anything. in his blog, there's not a single mentioning bout his gf, no pic, no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently IQG is so in love with kenny, and one night they had a night of passion, that stupid girl blurted out on her blog, obviously the news spread like fire. the whole episode of this drama can be found here. *&lt;a href="http://bytemuncher.blogspot.com/2008/07/coconut-saga-lessons-learnt-and-summary.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;* this shadowfox, is umm... rather loud, fierce and vulgar. he exposed that kenny DID infact slept with IQG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....from Pink Pau. (another popular blogger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;champion. =__= this drama is hotter than Dr Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it gets better. so IQG found out bout the exposey from shadowfox, only to &lt;a href="http://www.icyqueengoddess.net/2008/08/adjectives/"&gt;put all the blame on PinkPau&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadow fox said that if IQG wanna blame anyone, blame him instead. Read his reply to IQG - &lt;a href="http://bytemuncher.blogspot.com/2008/08/grow-up-bitch-dont-blame-pinkpau.html"&gt;Read up Bitch, don't blame Pink Pau&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, Malaysia's very own &lt;a href="http://veronicaares.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-gahbrat.html"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/a&gt;. happened to start because of Kenny Sia oso. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so read on! read all! it's getting very much interesting by the minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4466064205416041926?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4466064205416041926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4466064205416041926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4466064205416041926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4466064205416041926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-gossips-exposed.html' title='more gossips Exposed!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6615254752980408896</id><published>2008-08-05T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:05:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, slow update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;been rather busy lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i thought i hav something to update, but once i logged into the blogspot, pooofff! gone. forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so last weekend was the &lt;a href="http://bijoubazaar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bijou Bazaar &lt;/a&gt;event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know how many ppl went for it? it was SUPER JAMMED PACKED. and i walked so farrrrrrrr.... the heat was crazy! i thought i was gonna cool down when entering the house, instead, my sweat continously dripping. ya super hot, super stuffy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess the &lt;a href="http://makeupfeverforever.blogspot.com/"&gt;makeupfeverforever&lt;/a&gt; owner, she is SUPER nice. SUPER friendly. i almost felt guilty for not buying anything frm her. i wanted to! the eye shadows are soo pwetty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem, i need to rant about something* -&gt; (think commercial break)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHITFUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i accidentally erased my The Dark Knight post............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why laaaaaaaaaaaa. why laaaaaaaaaaaaaa......... *wailing* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. no mood ady. damn it. i search many places for those pics okay.. damnitdamnitdamnit!&lt;br /&gt;so whr was i? oh okay. Bijou bazaar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzT3MjjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0uyhoWo6n5E/s1600-h/P8020093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231334269951708722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzT3MjjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0uyhoWo6n5E/s400/P8020093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzbuqZrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mq6UWO28ixo/s1600-h/P8020091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231334272063399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzbuqZrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/mq6UWO28ixo/s400/P8020091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzk8ShTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EvozljnMZtI/s1600-h/P8020099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231334274536473906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzk8ShTI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EvozljnMZtI/s400/P8020099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1st floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took more pics. but if u wanna view, view it on &lt;a href="http://www.emmagem.com/"&gt;emmagem&lt;/a&gt; k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm the new author for emmagem! yay! since i can't afford 'em (fashion), might as well work around 'em! can't wait for the new new projects! *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;internet these days is bombarded with so many "interesting stuff". kenny sia is fought over by two girls. (yah, like can believe or not?) read here &lt;a href="http://bytemuncher.blogspot.com/2008/07/coconut-saga-lessons-learnt-and-summary.html"&gt;http://bytemuncher.blogspot.com/2008/07/coconut-saga-lessons-learnt-and-summary.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppl breaking up. underage kids gets to party more than the older ones. blehh.. my life hav enuf drama as it is already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway... i met up with april at la bodega that morning (before bijou)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;u knw, it wasn't that pricey! it was affordable leh. go try&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; sauteed mushroom&lt;/span&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;yumyum&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231337617923075810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJlx2MBxbuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/BQH2UqPeQk8/s400/P8020081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say hi to benson! why is that when boys reads newspaper, the whole world doesn't seem to exist?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231337625523577714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJlx2oV343I/AAAAAAAAAb8/NDODZJcT2sE/s400/P8020082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;say hi to camwhores! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;julie and the gang came to join us after that. now i knw why julie is so popular, she's confident and is actually really hot *green monster me*. u knw, april and i hav this conversation bout hot chics before. we like to look more at the hot chics rather than the boys. hhmmm.. strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and After that, i went to Ikea to meet the boy, to go couch shopping with his folks. yes, shopping with The Parents. eeekkks! ok, i'm jst exaggerating, it's not so bad after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231339597619635570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJlzpa-NpXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/v5lV2mqg03I/s400/P8020102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;the boy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231339603135922754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJlzpvhZgkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/n-Gxcd8Pesc/s400/P8020104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ME! hiiiieeee!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhh! before i forget, before april and i left bangsar, we were walking in bangsar village II for the clearance sale. i only bought diva's items. :( spent less than RM50 the whole day. not bad eh? i didnt manage to get anything at the bazaar as well, i was melting then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we walk frm the carpark to the mall, guess what we saw?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231339596520653442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJlzpW4MgoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/TxMvWo8XLbQ/s400/P8020100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;there's like 5 dogs in the CRV!!!! at 1st i thought it was just some soft toys, but when we go near, they started Barking! terperanjat saya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231339597196409506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJlzpZZTuqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/eW7PtJ80nZw/s400/P8020101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;eventho the windows are winded down, it was still freaking hot. poor doggies. see that they were so cutely dressed up? &lt;em&gt;awwwww....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tata!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6615254752980408896?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6615254752980408896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6615254752980408896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6615254752980408896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6615254752980408896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-slow-update.html' title='sorry, slow update!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SJluzT3MjjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/0uyhoWo6n5E/s72-c/P8020093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-2797519270865382042</id><published>2008-07-24T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:01:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong?</title><content type='html'>really,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the mistakes i did, then you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i paid RM2.20 for a RM1.60 toll and zoomed off. so no, i didnt get the balance. i only realised when i step on the acelerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. taking the NKVE, from Kota Damansara, supposedly heading back to Subang, instead, i pass by it, thinking it's the Damansara exit. Made a whole big turning back to Subang by taking the Seafield exit, paying RM2.70 instead of RM1.20, wasted RM10 worth of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stupidly tried the Red colour pump at Shell, the F1 racing super formula power pump, instead of the green one. and it's RM3.15 per liter while the green pump is RM2.70. luckily i pump only RM20.00 before realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mum already said to deposit the cheque into EON bank, but i went and tried 1st at Maybank. cannot. then Public Bank, cannot also. called mum, only to kena fired frm her, telling me it's EON&lt;br /&gt;Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. taking the LDP to Tropicana, at 6.30p.m, got stuck in the jam, and get frustrated coz i should hav taken the NKVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. driving through the Smart Tag lane, only to hold the smart tag the wrong way. It OBVIOUSLY didnt beep. But the toll gate went up, because it beeped next car's Smart Tag. I zoomed off, only to realise my mistake. and the poor guy got stuck behind the toll gate. Went to the next exit, towards the Tunai lane, to find, i was about to be fine RM45. for RM1.20 worth of toll. Managed to get them to be kind enough to me to let me off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. almost drove through the Smart Tag lane again, but this time, with the ticket on my dashboard. Yep, that means i've already passed through the 1st toll gate to get ticket, and smartly decides to use the Smart Tag lane instead after that. Luckily my sister shouted, "CHE! where are you goin???!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, wat's the diagnose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-2797519270865382042?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2797519270865382042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=2797519270865382042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2797519270865382042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2797519270865382042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-wrong.html' title='what&apos;s wrong?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1329493398388534896</id><published>2008-07-21T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:29:21.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Two</title><content type='html'>i went to this hair saloon in usj few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get a new colour for my head. i'm so sick of looking at my dead dull looking hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with my Olie, i get to show you some pics! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225395649043448178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRVqFAbQXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z1TfZ1BjTVg/s400/P7180032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called Take Two saloon. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRVpQXOUHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/y40rM2DLMGM/s1600-h/P7180035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225395634911989874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRVpQXOUHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/y40rM2DLMGM/s400/P7180035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty decors.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225394309798158178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRUcH7d32I/AAAAAAAAAXs/aS10owiWx5k/s400/P7180036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225394306412193554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRUb7UMJxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0Cr-hcKroVA/s400/P7180038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225394295533213378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRUbSycFsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/WulAZ_X4KnA/s400/P7180042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;above, my sista. she swears to not go anywhere except Take Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had my whole head coloured. so under the sunlight, i'mma brown haired girl. but indoors, i'mma hazelnut coated hair girl. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225394284295397954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRUao7IokI/AAAAAAAAAXM/WC1L3WfyTXA/s400/P7190082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;end result! me - a very happy girl. and a very happy customer too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1329493398388534896?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1329493398388534896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1329493398388534896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1329493398388534896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1329493398388534896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-two.html' title='Take Two'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRVqFAbQXI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Z1TfZ1BjTVg/s72-c/P7180032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3797665461244466676</id><published>2008-07-21T12:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:53:55.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i *heart* olie.</title><content type='html'>i've been soooo patient for a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRJXn93qnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IVanSqz6qBE/s1600-h/mju1010_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225382137870920306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRJXn93qnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IVanSqz6qBE/s400/mju1010_F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i finally finally have one! meet.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Olie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRJX96oJYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/p4ifo5FqLLA/s1600-h/1010_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225382143762900354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRJX96oJYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/p4ifo5FqLLA/s400/1010_B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum decided that this would be a better use for me that the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;iTouch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i can't be too greedy, can't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost.... almost... purchased a stupid camera. asked the sales guy for recommendation, for a GOOD snapshot camera. he showed me casio, (&lt;em&gt;b4 that, i've text a friend for suggestion, casio tak boleh make it&lt;/em&gt;) sony, panasonic. so i thort.. hmmm.. sony looks interesting. cool, casual, but yet there's this uneasy feeling that it's not sony i want. (&lt;em&gt;really, i'm not joking&lt;/em&gt;) you knw how when u want to purchase something and then when u hold it, try it, fiddle with it, yet ur still not happy like the way you shld? that's wad i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so okay, it was RM1500, sony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed mum to the atm machine, then mum and sis wanted to pee. so i was like... c'mon.. hurry up. and guess wad we found? a camera shop with a &lt;strong&gt;MUCH BETTER&lt;/strong&gt; salesman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"what camera are you looking for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"sony."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"NOOOO... don't get sony! get olympus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he showed us the features and etc etc... and it was freaking clear.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; i love it! i love it! i love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's only RM1100, plus Mr. Nelson throws in a tripod, a memory card that can be used in phones as well. etc etc. this to three ladies who doesnt know shit about cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then goin home feeling all so satisfied. so now, the question is, should tell dad or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew dad will want to make it his own, for work purposes. and this means i can't take it out everywhere with me, taking candid shots. i wannnnn candid shots... *&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next day, i had to send mum to the airport. i was bored in the car driving all alone. so yes, u've guessed it. i took out Olie and play snappy snappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225379870409745698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRHTpA_5SI/AAAAAAAAAWs/qx4bw5YgQBg/s400/P7180021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i drove at 100km/per hour at 1st. (&lt;em&gt;petrol aint cheap ok, drive slow...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRHTNKs-FI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KP75HmL7FbE/s1600-h/P7180022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225379862934255698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRHTNKs-FI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KP75HmL7FbE/s400/P7180022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snap! still clear.. not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRHT4YQPcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ifQM8t1Pxoc/s1600-h/P7180010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225379874533817794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRHT4YQPcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ifQM8t1Pxoc/s400/P7180010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225377606632523618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFP3ycx2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yK2k876pe3o/s400/P7180028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok, so go faster.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225377593807727298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFPIAx6sI/AAAAAAAAAWM/26c2uajHK2s/s400/P7180029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not easy going faster in a manual car with a camera on standby. i was already doing a zig zag on the road, other car drivers were curious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFN8HcxNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sj2qr9eD2vc/s1600-h/P7180061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225377573434606802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFN8HcxNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sj2qr9eD2vc/s400/P7180061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFONjledI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QYRXFUroz50/s1600-h/P7180060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225377578116020690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFONjledI/AAAAAAAAAV8/QYRXFUroz50/s400/P7180060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIQNzWnkHpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/6-1lwHsFex0/s1600-h/P7180009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225377590506585106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRFO7tufBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/VXzcG9SuGPk/s400/P7180030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;change the mode. snap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225379859298828754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRHS_n8wdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/CvwTLzX_8io/s400/P7180024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; snap! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see? all clear shots. very happy with Olie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so happy that i blurt out to dad when he got home the next day. he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok, gimme the camera, i'll get u the iTouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bleh. mana boleh. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, the specs for Olympus. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olympusimage.com.my/products/dica/mju/1176537_833.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3797665461244466676?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3797665461244466676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3797665461244466676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3797665461244466676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3797665461244466676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-heart-olie.html' title='i *heart* olie.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SIRJXn93qnI/AAAAAAAAAW8/IVanSqz6qBE/s72-c/mju1010_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-5868836023566415119</id><published>2008-07-16T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:56:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my say..</title><content type='html'>everytime i got home, i jst wanna relax. so much so that, i MUCH prefer to staying home, lying down on the couch just to watch TV than going out with friends. weekends becomes very important. and most of the time, i just wanna cuddle up with the love one and enjoy the weekend without having to go anywhere. the thought of walking around shopping malls, crowded with people just turns me off. gone are the days where i used to be so eager to get to the mall either watch movie, or do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see some people, going all out on weekends.. and i wondered, where the hell you hav that energy? i wish for more hours a day, extra on the weekends, just so that i get to do what i want. so i was saying earlier, holidays. didnt need to be expensive. didnt need to be far. just want a relaxing few days off, without having to think of work, no responsibilities, away from the city, no extravagant activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tempted to complain or bitch about what ticks me off. mayb i will. mayb i wont. depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i may shifting out from this dump! HOORRAYYY! sure, i grew up here. stayed for near all my life. the place is shit. full of hooligans and illegal immigrants. the day i'm moving out, that's the day i'm gonna throw a party somewhere. i'm gonna love the process of decorating my room, mayb try to get parents to throw in a tv too. finally getting a room of my own instead of sharing with my sista. but i might miss her, so i'm gonna ask for the joint-rooms-thru-bathroom rooms. my mum is already planning to hav an open house party, we havnt even choose whr or which house to buy yet. heh. so....... anyway, if your not invited to my new place, don't bother asking. because you are NOT. if i hav not answering your calls, or talking to you on msn, or keeping in touch with you, i'm pretty much sure that rings an alarm bell in ur head. if it doesn't then, you r damn kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said to me this before, it's not how long you've been friends, it's how deep ur friendship is. i never had a stand of my own, always following the crowd. basically i'm always following someone's ass, which makes me an ass out of myself, thinking "wow, that's cool" in everything we all did together. what i learnt is, the hard way, that friends like that, takes advantage of you. used you, then bitched behind your back. not letting you hav a word in about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a reminder, to myself and others, beware of friends who appeared to be your friend, only to find out from Another friend they are talking bout you, always always follow ur gut instinct, no matter how convincing they appear to be. beware of friends who calls you, only to hav you drive to go "shopping" so they can get a free ride. petrol aint cheap these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyho, i'm glad for everything that has happened. it is Worth every second of it. because i can hav better friends. the ones that i can actually depend on, anytime of the day. the ones who is there, when i'm complaining, when i'm sick, the ones who understands whenever i had to leave early, the ones who says yes, everytime i planned a chilling out + drinking sessions, the ones who remembers and actually are concern bout what's going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let me get started on church-goers people. all in all, i think they are the worst. they are so fake, that even petaling street stuff seems more genuine. but i realised something these people hav in common, when they bitched and made another person's life misearable, they tend to become super kepoh about that person's life. like what's goin on bout me now, what im doin, am i still the same person or hav i changed? if i hav changed, what changed? does anyone realised that? for instance, they'll(the ones u should stay away) go thru my friendster, to view person's profile (the ones they made life miserable). all because friendster used to hav this if-i-view-u, u-can-see-that-i've-viewed-you thing. why friendster? because this incident happened quite sometime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just beware lah k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! time to go! tummy rumbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-5868836023566415119?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5868836023566415119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=5868836023566415119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5868836023566415119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5868836023566415119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-say.html' title='my say..'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7371084003352870266</id><published>2008-07-12T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:08:22.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Abuse</title><content type='html'>i received this email quite sometimes ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very disturbing.. how could anyone.. anyone at all do this to a child, what more an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fffd12df772b8d98" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33cc3a606797d816%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330212750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12140FF7B4EBA8EF95485822089DE793305D7D8B.37A0F95F4B08A0BB428D7E8D251A1EADD906D90E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33cc3a606797d816%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5JvXrwWJ6hu9X0CZ77KVu-0sXNs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33cc3a606797d816%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330212750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D12140FF7B4EBA8EF95485822089DE793305D7D8B.37A0F95F4B08A0BB428D7E8D251A1EADD906D90E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33cc3a606797d816%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5JvXrwWJ6hu9X0CZ77KVu-0sXNs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it breaks my heart watching this video, if this happens to my kids (in future), the maid may jst get more than sending back to the agency. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;parents should be aware of the signs and marks on their kids. on put CCTV. or best, jst don't get maids, mayb go to a private daycare centre, or relatives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it just damn sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7371084003352870266?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=33cc3a606797d816&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fffd12df772b8d98&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7371084003352870266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7371084003352870266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7371084003352870266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7371084003352870266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/07/child-abuse.html' title='Child Abuse'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4889199093367521435</id><published>2008-06-30T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:44:52.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temptations temptations</title><content type='html'>if you'd think it's just another boutique... think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's MY FRIEND'S boutique. &lt;a href="http://ourtemptations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our Temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. very big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just opened it like a week or two and already spotted by some fashionistas online! damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, it's not just another boutique. coz..... so far, based on my observation.. the clothes are very Boobs enhancing. lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you hav a problem in that particular department, this is your chance to flaunt it without stuffing your bras with tissues! go au-natural. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures taken from the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibUvbTTDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MQ50z9by4vg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217590948939385906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibUvbTTDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MQ50z9by4vg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibU6Ndy2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/tjPo6ENfWx4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217590951834143586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibU6Ndy2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/tjPo6ENfWx4/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibUxYFX0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/izUFd0Q3XxM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217590949462761282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibUxYFX0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/izUFd0Q3XxM/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibVFqq5bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vthDruhmh_8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217590954909427122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibVFqq5bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vthDruhmh_8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibVPMT1nI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5Y4dNFgXFSE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217590957466441330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibVPMT1nI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5Y4dNFgXFSE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;price range from RM30 to RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have it linked on the right side of my blog. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;clickity click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: dee, i realise u hav very good posture. must be the ballet. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4889199093367521435?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4889199093367521435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4889199093367521435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4889199093367521435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4889199093367521435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/temptations-temptations.html' title='temptations temptations'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGibUvbTTDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MQ50z9by4vg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8059158840312755022</id><published>2008-06-30T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:10:41.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swift Code</title><content type='html'>damn Swift code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's a swift code?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWIFT code is an industry cooperative that provides a standard format for transmitting payments, stock transactions, letters of credit and other financial messages to more than 7,500 member banks, broker-dealers and investment organizations around the world. Founded in 1973 as the Society for Worldwide Interbank Financial Telecommunication, millions of transactions worth several trillions of dollars are sent each day with an average transit time of 20 seconds. Working like a bank routing number, a SWIFT code is widely used to transfer funds between banks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. you've learnt something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's Bank Swift Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affin Bank Berhad - PHBMMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Alliance Bank Berhad - MFBBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Ambank Berhad - ARBKMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Bank Simpanan Nasional - BSNAMYKL&lt;br /&gt;CIMB Bank Berhad - CIBBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Citibank Berhad Malaysia - CITIMYKL&lt;br /&gt;EON Bank Berhad - EOBBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong Bank Malaysia Berhad - HBMBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Hong Leong Bank Berhad - HLBBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Malayan Banking Berhad - MBBEMYKL&lt;br /&gt;OCBC Bank Berhad - OCBCMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Public Bank Berhad - PBBEMYKL&lt;br /&gt;RHB Bank Berhad - RHBBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;Standard Chartered Bank Malaysia Berhad - SCBLMYKL&lt;br /&gt;United Overseas Bank Berhad - UOVBMYKL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to this, i baru kena marah. because boss expects me to remember the damn codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knnccb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gonna work harder. &lt;em&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGiGSr_2yUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pSOJNhv2xYE/s1600-h/BINGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217567823915043138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGiGSr_2yUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pSOJNhv2xYE/s400/BINGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at playing &lt;strong&gt;BINGO&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;a href="http://www.games.com/game/bingo/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8059158840312755022?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8059158840312755022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8059158840312755022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8059158840312755022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8059158840312755022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/swift-code.html' title='Swift Code'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SGiGSr_2yUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pSOJNhv2xYE/s72-c/BINGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8656436828411996761</id><published>2008-06-23T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:18:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "anything &amp; whatever" drink</title><content type='html'>i logged onto msn today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and found out there's this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever and Anything&lt;/span&gt; drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF8TKKkOlrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TMYGMPhMEuA/s1600-h/whateverrobin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214907958874248882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF8TKKkOlrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TMYGMPhMEuA/s400/whateverrobin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; u can get it now at 7-11. *&lt;a href="http://www.whateverdrink.com/1.html"&gt;read more here&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my personal opinion, it doesn't look like the type i would grab even if i'm dying of thirst. Given a choice, i'll grab the mineral water instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was thinking, nowadays, vulgar words are a norm. when asked what we want to drink/eat, we go "gimme that fucking drink! i'm fucking thirsty!", or "i wan to eat that fucking food! i'm fungry!" we are so creative even create new words, like fungry.. fugly.. so, what? they gonna come up with a drink/food labelled "FUNGRY!" "FURSTY"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine the picture they gonna put on the can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8656436828411996761?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8656436828411996761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8656436828411996761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8656436828411996761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8656436828411996761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/anything-whatever-drink.html' title='the &quot;anything &amp; whatever&quot; drink'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF8TKKkOlrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/TMYGMPhMEuA/s72-c/whateverrobin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-621685382661056609</id><published>2008-06-23T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:22:41.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ashton krutcher</title><content type='html'>hav you seen him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like really seen him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just recently watched What happen in Vegas. my jaw drops when he was all dressed up for the company dinner. HE IS GOOOoooOOOOrGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is no advert post ok! i hav this school-girl crush on him ever since, PUNK'D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56m1NfqJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9ywTa5FhgJ0/s1600-h/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740226078910610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56m1NfqJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9ywTa5FhgJ0/s400/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56mwm0yII/AAAAAAAAAUY/Blkeu482IkU/s1600-h/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740224842975362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56mwm0yII/AAAAAAAAAUY/Blkeu482IkU/s400/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56nErSxjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zlVb5_mTGm4/s1600-h/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_wallpaper_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214740230230427186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56nErSxjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zlVb5_mTGm4/s400/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_wallpaper_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; until i dreamt of him. he's so HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did you look at him when he closes his eyes during kissing scene? did you? did you??? that's how he was in my dream... right before i woke up. damnit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-621685382661056609?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/621685382661056609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=621685382661056609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/621685382661056609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/621685382661056609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/ashton-krutcher.html' title='ashton krutcher'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SF56m1NfqJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9ywTa5FhgJ0/s72-c/2008_what_happens_in_vegas_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-2124732333695149549</id><published>2008-06-20T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:20:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too tired.</title><content type='html'>okay, i've been rather blausy (busy + lazy), went and cleared my emails. it's reaching 1000 emails, since 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me smile at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you been THIS tired?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213781948554911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTDvP1njI/AAAAAAAAATw/WoszbvNIoL0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTDoP9VpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zm0FPBK_yyI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213781946676369042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTDoP9VpI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zm0FPBK_yyI/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTD-gze8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/7OtxPm8n_EE/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213781952652606402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTD-gze8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/7OtxPm8n_EE/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213781952861308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTD_SkBKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vC_GrP8FsM4/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;u may hav seen it before, but they're just too cute arent they? that's why they say, babies/ little children looks like an angel when they sleep, but little devils when they are awake. how true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-2124732333695149549?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2124732333695149549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=2124732333695149549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2124732333695149549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2124732333695149549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-tired.html' title='too tired.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SFsTDvP1njI/AAAAAAAAATw/WoszbvNIoL0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7953777476499777021</id><published>2008-06-16T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:18:57.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i hate it when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'm about to sleep, everything else feels so comfortable, THEN, the nose starts itching, imaginary mosquito bites are felt on the legs, the shorts felt too tight, blanket felt too warm, then too cold without one, turning left and right. and then fell asleep uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the day is too hot, and every clothes worn felt too "stiff", and then sticky, especially when running around outside during errands. even after taking a shower, come out, feeling sweaty again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pms strikes! everything hav to be clean, no dust, no hair, no ants! suddenly feeling like a mighty maid, cleaning the bed, the table, and so on. and the next hour, another speck of dust makes the mind go haywire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i thought i don't have enough of sleep, but instead, i've slept more than 12 hours. woke up feeling more grumpy than ever. fidgeting here and there. sour faced until something else makes the face smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the nose is not behaving. having sinus is a torture. because it hav a mind on it's own. and when it just gotten worse, medication makes the temper flare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... panties get stuck in the buttcrack! WARRGHH. i hate that the most! imagine wearing all suit up, working clothes, or some nice party dress, AND THEN, it stuck! silently adjust it, sits down, and the next time u stand up again, it gets STUCK again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a totally random post. just felt like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7953777476499777021?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7953777476499777021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7953777476499777021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7953777476499777021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7953777476499777021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8492458403065716891</id><published>2008-06-11T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:00:13.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening??!!</title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just not safe to go out at nights anymore. it doesnt matter if your a female or male. "goodbye social life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugging mat rempits now robs anytime of the day. worst, coz now they GANG rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and police are not doin anything to stop preventing this. the only times i see policemen at work, is when they are on the "operasi" to saman*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* actually means duit kopi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the link from kinkybluefairy. it's very recent, like last thursday. at LDP. yes, the road we take nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ashleythemonkey/660186181/item.html"&gt;please read&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how now? wad do we do for own protection? wanna drive big car. they'll target u. but if drive small cars, it's easier for them to break in and whallap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw! *light bulb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modify cars. install hard-to-break-windows. install turbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more. install police siren too. just switch it on, the buggers would ran off hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed off. why rob? why??? no bluddy cow sense. earn ur own fugging money to survive. come and beg at asia cafe if not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argharagahrahhrhahghghahhghghahrhhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8492458403065716891?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8492458403065716891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8492458403065716891' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8492458403065716891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8492458403065716891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening??!!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7186837309059115642</id><published>2008-06-11T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:12:21.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damnit.</title><content type='html'>it's raining. it's 1.1a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im having 2 papers tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god it's all mcq's. *gloat gloat*&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/17340392-7186837309059115642?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7186837309059115642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7186837309059115642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7186837309059115642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7186837309059115642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/damnit.html' title='damnit.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3771487235343847514</id><published>2008-06-09T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:06:05.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life... and the little surprises.</title><content type='html'>today i stumble upon an old friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me re-think of life in a different light. it's been a while since i reflected my life that way. i used to do it so often in the past. but i viewed it then in the negative view. that it become so hard to just move on to another day. life just doesnt seem worthy enough to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead now, i looked into it in a positive manner. how positive u may ask. well for starters, i find most people now, are superficial. not as in, they are two faced to friends or to use people to get where they wanted or what they wanted. i'm talking about being two faced towards your ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardly anyone looks or appreciates or take a moment to acknowledge how they really feel. sure, hard life makes us a stone cold person. and i do agree, in order to succeed, u need to be tough. to not let things affect ur emotions. but as time past, if one doesnt take the time to reflect on how they really feel, everyday life will seemed routine. boring. no point. endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just acknowledge how you feel is good enough. take the time to just feed ur emotions. damn all those who tells u not to be emo. sometimes, emo-ing is good. acknowledging that wad that person did really hurts you is okay. instead of just saying "oh it's life". feeling the pain and being angry is okay. and after that. you stop. coz if it gets too much, u'll end up feeling sorry for yourself. and that's is not a good thing. because life is much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then u look into the positive light. that's what i said earlier. look at how blessed you are. what your friends would do for you. how far you have come to achieve your goals. what and who you are today. do take the time to tell a friend, how much she/he means to you. i truly believe, hardly anyone does this anymore. sure, we go out and hang out. we buy presents and celebrate occassions together. laughing and share stupid silly jokes. but... do you take the time to tell that friend how wonderful it is to hav her/him as YOUR friend? hardly. that's why many friends backstabbed one another. or go their own way once their journey as a student ends. or goals conflicted. even by admitting that ur friends are god's gift to you, u'd learned to appreciate them more. and after that, 100%, u'll feel so much better about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling more than motivated to get on with life. to start a new day with new motivations. reflect on this once a month. too often and you'll be an emo person. too little and you'll be a stone hearted person. get real... get real with your feelings. yourself. because thats the only thing you can trust yourself to do.&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/17340392-3771487235343847514?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3771487235343847514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3771487235343847514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3771487235343847514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3771487235343847514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-and-little-surprises.html' title='life... and the little surprises.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-2920732042847729700</id><published>2008-06-07T19:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:37:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tree Hill</title><content type='html'>the moment i was introduced to One Tree Hill, i was hooked&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-d2t6PXI/AAAAAAAAATY/5-pg5nu-Xfo/s1600-h/250px-One_Tree_Hill_5_Poster.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a G-string/thong to the buttcrack. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there's exams on the subject onetreehill 101. i'll get HIGH HIGH Distinction. purrfect! like what &lt;a href="http://www.setupiak.com/"&gt;#3&lt;/a&gt; said was right, the songs goes very very very well with the show. i love everything bout OTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooke's fashion, is sooooo ME. which is why she's my favourite person in the show. ooohh! Jamie is my 2nd favourite. &lt;em&gt;Don't grow up okay, Jamie? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;anyway, introducing you.... THE CAST. as if you don't knw already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the image change since season 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114970376781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-d2t6PXI/AAAAAAAAATY/5-pg5nu-Xfo/s400/250px-One_Tree_Hill_5_Poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-eNkVZTI/AAAAAAAAATg/FZdCkknlNgo/s1600-h/4061633289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114976510633266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-eNkVZTI/AAAAAAAAATg/FZdCkknlNgo/s400/4061633289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if only dan is a nice person, then he could be the hot dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-eMCmrMI/AAAAAAAAATo/8t2JTonVVFg/s1600-h/Brooke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114976100723906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-eMCmrMI/AAAAAAAAATo/8t2JTonVVFg/s400/Brooke1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9yPQpcLI/AAAAAAAAASw/fug2bBzhi24/s1600-h/Haley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114221050687666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9yPQpcLI/AAAAAAAAASw/fug2bBzhi24/s400/Haley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9zkdE6PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YG76TkWLcSo/s1600-h/Lucas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114243919833330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9zkdE6PI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YG76TkWLcSo/s400/Lucas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp90qOF9FI/AAAAAAAAATA/JJDzBJqrPsY/s1600-h/Nathan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114262647469138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp90qOF9FI/AAAAAAAAATA/JJDzBJqrPsY/s400/Nathan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp92FcpbmI/AAAAAAAAATI/Eld_N7gcgWg/s1600-h/Peyton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114287136140898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp92FcpbmI/AAAAAAAAATI/Eld_N7gcgWg/s400/Peyton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9298ASCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GQxAbSzu2jc/s1600-h/Season1-Everyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114302300047394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9298ASCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/GQxAbSzu2jc/s400/Season1-Everyone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tadaaaa! one tree hill season 5. my oh my. look how hot haley tuition-teacher became?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9cDVY88I/AAAAAAAAASI/Tc4shSfxBgs/s1600-h/Season+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113839892231106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9cDVY88I/AAAAAAAAASI/Tc4shSfxBgs/s400/Season+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9csrZrWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/w2YaXNd6_JA/s1600-h/0000034895_20061024011712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113850990407010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9csrZrWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/w2YaXNd6_JA/s400/0000034895_20061024011712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucas, Mr-I-am-always-confused-who-i-love-more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9cx4NLMI/AAAAAAAAASY/i7R6xSSJlUw/s1600-h/0000034896_20061021033159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113852386290882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9cx4NLMI/AAAAAAAAASY/i7R6xSSJlUw/s400/0000034896_20061021033159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley naley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9dddY0eI/AAAAAAAAASg/y-LuXiBvkIU/s1600-h/0000034897_20061021033205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113864084967906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9dddY0eI/AAAAAAAAASg/y-LuXiBvkIU/s400/0000034897_20061021033205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan, lucky bastard who would still look at that dat fugly looking nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9eIF_AeI/AAAAAAAAASo/VoSKJaJ8XOQ/s1600-h/0000034898_20061021033212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113875529531874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9eIF_AeI/AAAAAAAAASo/VoSKJaJ8XOQ/s400/0000034898_20061021033212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms Brooke!! check out her boutique in the show. FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8_-CVhTI/AAAAAAAAARg/fPud6sTm2kw/s1600-h/0000034899_20061021033218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113357433799986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8_-CVhTI/AAAAAAAAARg/fPud6sTm2kw/s400/0000034899_20061021033218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peyton, i love her drawings but she's always a bit too emo. "People always leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9ABy8EYI/AAAAAAAAARo/tlP3JCP0iI8/s1600-h/0000045312_20080104122405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113358442959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9ABy8EYI/AAAAAAAAARo/tlP3JCP0iI8/s400/0000045312_20080104122405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9AebPEkI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZDvcT7gl6Dg/s1600-h/0000045313_20080104122408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113366128169538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9AebPEkI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZDvcT7gl6Dg/s400/0000045313_20080104122408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9Apu90HI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ikifPj3y-eM/s1600-h/0000045314_20080104122411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113369163714674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9Apu90HI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ikifPj3y-eM/s400/0000045314_20080104122411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skillz! buahahwhhahaha.. "lets knock lindsey out and put peyton instead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9Ax3sGYI/AAAAAAAAASA/DBed6dP7wqs/s1600-h/0000045315_20080104122414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209113371347786114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp9Ax3sGYI/AAAAAAAAASA/DBed6dP7wqs/s400/0000045315_20080104122414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mouth. i dont knw how girls can kiss him. really. and yet, he manage to hump his boss. but then again, his boss is one fugly shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8kg9MARI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k0twEn4NEso/s1600-h/0000045317_20080104122420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112885771108626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8kg9MARI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/k0twEn4NEso/s400/0000045317_20080104122420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8k-F6PcI/AAAAAAAAARA/F7TSOE1vezM/s1600-h/005132405dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112893592321474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8k-F6PcI/AAAAAAAAARA/F7TSOE1vezM/s400/005132405dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooooooohhh.. pweety dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8lKfvN0I/AAAAAAAAARI/jl1LuYBKSEk/s1600-h/Jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112896921876290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8lKfvN0I/AAAAAAAAARI/jl1LuYBKSEk/s400/Jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JAMES LUCAS SCOTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8lJZ4kAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EV5ObsMv4Rg/s1600-h/00513260bd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112896628887554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8lJZ4kAI/AAAAAAAAARQ/EV5ObsMv4Rg/s400/00513260bd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who wouldnt want a moma like brooke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8lUm2trI/AAAAAAAAARY/yEDpvqm7quA/s1600-h/jamie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112899636082354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp8lUm2trI/AAAAAAAAARY/yEDpvqm7quA/s400/jamie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jamie... jamie.. jamie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp7z05XXLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Xf__gRBcck0/s1600-h/005128506f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112049310194866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp7z05XXLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Xf__gRBcck0/s400/005128506f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp70zqTfaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fPUyFInG9UA/s1600-h/00505840991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112066158460322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp70zqTfaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fPUyFInG9UA/s400/00505840991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp71T9PuQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RDoNahCsuzQ/s1600-h/2371983630_2b55a9c148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112074827839746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp71T9PuQI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RDoNahCsuzQ/s400/2371983630_2b55a9c148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one big happy family. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-2920732042847729700?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2920732042847729700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=2920732042847729700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2920732042847729700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2920732042847729700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-tree-hill.html' title='One Tree Hill'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEp-d2t6PXI/AAAAAAAAATY/5-pg5nu-Xfo/s72-c/250px-One_Tree_Hill_5_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-686099165567204270</id><published>2008-06-06T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:16:30.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bavarian Bierhaus</title><content type='html'>it one of the most amazing meal i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-M-A-Z-I-N-G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bavarian Bierhaus (&lt;em&gt;sounds like beer-haus&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last night, the boy decides to introduce to me to German food. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;helllooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; German food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a little skeptical at 1st. i mean, what the heck is German food?? i looked around. &lt;em&gt;eeeew..&lt;/em&gt; only sausages ar? a bit "&lt;em&gt;obscene&lt;/em&gt;" looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CATMUaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IxzZ2VldvqM/s1600-h/m_26bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208685682377904546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CATMUaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IxzZ2VldvqM/s400/m_26bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pub/restaurant is situated at The Curve. The boy ask me to look around. No Malays. I wondered why, coz the other area, starbucks etc etc is full of 'em. So I said "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They can't afford it mayb?&lt;/span&gt;" He laughed and said, "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look at the menu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORK&lt;/strong&gt;. no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CATMUbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bCIXFyn-ZVQ/s1600-h/190320082238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208685682377904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CATMUbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bCIXFyn-ZVQ/s400/190320082238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i didnt manage to snap pictures. was too occupied stuffing my mouth. so i got these photos from other people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CQTMUcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Pqy74HUjeLw/s1600-h/190320082223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208685686672871874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CQTMUcI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Pqy74HUjeLw/s400/190320082223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is wad the boy ordered. &lt;strong&gt;Pork Ribs with Barbeque sauce&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O-M-G&lt;/span&gt;. it fugging amazing. the sauce jst made the beer taste &lt;strong&gt;EVEN&lt;/strong&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CQTMUdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Gzg_r7fMXu8/s1600-h/190320082233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208685686672871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CQTMUdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Gzg_r7fMXu8/s400/190320082233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CgTMUeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h0UYQ04rRbg/s1600-h/IMG_4114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208685690967839202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CgTMUeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h0UYQ04rRbg/s400/IMG_4114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two pictures above is MINE. &lt;strong&gt;Crispy Pork Knuckle with Bacon&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;H-E-A-V-E-N&lt;/span&gt;. no i'm not exagerating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We happened to order the best meal in the menu. I gotta admit, i'm a small portion eater. I eat alot but in small small dozes. The boy was worried at first coz the last time he brought me else where, i didnt finish the food, and he was disappointed. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through out the dinner, we hardly speak. The only noises we made was "&lt;em&gt;mmmhhhh.&lt;/em&gt;." "&lt;em&gt;HmmmmHHHHHMMMMmm&lt;/em&gt;" Then we exchange our plates. Getting the best out of our money. My food came with a knife (&lt;em&gt;real knife&lt;/em&gt;) stuck in the middle of the pork. It's a bit amusing coz ppl started staring. (&lt;em&gt;shy la, i look damn greedy&lt;/em&gt;) The price? Well, if your willing to spend about RM100 bux per person, yes. go there. if not, stay home and cook ur own pork! Or unless, u manage to manipulate ur partner into paying for you! *&lt;em&gt;wink&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208688091854557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj6OQTMUfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/CGfjmEXiQ3k/s400/IMG_4103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;BEER! Paulaner beer&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;looking at it dreamy&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is so smooth, you dont wanna touch TIGER beer anymore. It's not very strong, just a nice touch of "high". This could turn your ugly mood to I-LOVE-EVERYONE today. and i dont mean that I-LOVE-*&lt;em&gt;puke&lt;/em&gt;*-EVERY-*&lt;em&gt;puke puke&lt;/em&gt;*-ONE. This beer can't get you drunk. Even a person who cant take alcohol can drink this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208688096149524994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj6OgTMUgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/go0Pgnt6Kiw/s400/m_26smoothies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But... oh well, if you don't like beer. Have a SMOOTHIE! was a lil disappointed coz there's no margarita or some sort like that. but the Beer took my disappointment awayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: when you get there, order a GERMAN dish. not some pasta dish just coz ur afraid to try something new. (i myself nearly ordered pasta until the boy said "&lt;em&gt;Pasta is an ITALIAN dish. then come German restaurant for wat!!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;grins&lt;/em&gt;* i lovie the pork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-686099165567204270?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/686099165567204270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=686099165567204270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/686099165567204270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/686099165567204270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/bavarian-bierhaus.html' title='Bavarian Bierhaus'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SEj4CATMUaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IxzZ2VldvqM/s72-c/m_26bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3016115112097253533</id><published>2008-06-06T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:01:36.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by Jason Mraz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with this song the moment i heard it. it's a totally holiday "feel" song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes now you knw how deprived i am for holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3016115112097253533?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3016115112097253533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3016115112097253533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3016115112097253533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3016115112097253533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-yours.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Yours'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1352957907963031808</id><published>2008-06-05T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:13:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>so.... petrol prices increase huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM1.92 -----------------&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM2.70 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big difference. wanna buy proton now? heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my petrol consumption used to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM100.00 full tank = 57liters (before)&lt;br /&gt;RM100.00 not-so-full tank = 32liters &lt;strong&gt;(NOW) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it usually barely last me a week. A &lt;strong&gt;WEEK&lt;/strong&gt; if i travel &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; back and forth from home to Subang. but c'mon la, don need to study? don need to go out? send sis/bro? do errands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as a consumer, yes i'm affected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it's a damn good thing for my company!! My company's boilers are selling like hot cakes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok *&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;* lemme do some introduction of what i'm doing in the office. YES, i freaking DO work ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the 1st company selling CLEAN COAL technology steam boiler in Malaysia. It's a Japanese design but manufactured in China (cheap labour, heh). All over Asia, we have one branch to manage the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's a boiler? It's a machine that produce steam for manufacturers. So, we are dealing with manufacturers instead of the general consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why we're different? Coz other boiler makers are using the fuel energy such as MFO, Diesel and Natural Gas to product the steam. We instead, are using Clean Coal. Now the coal price is only 30cents comparing to Gas, RM1.15 and MFO reaching RM3.40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to be about 35- 40% of energy saving comparing to Natural Gas to Coal. But thanks to Badawi, the savings are now very much far apart, gaining us the market advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. ok, it's boring i knw. i'm doing this everyday! speaking to factory managers, bluudy rude receiptionist, or some workers, or the i-dunno-what's-boiler-but-yes-we're-using-one workers. if everything goes well, &lt;strong&gt;I DEMAND A POSITION RAISE!&lt;/strong&gt;  *&lt;em&gt;feeling a tad important coz for M'sia, i deal with all the prospects&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*by the way, always friends ask me, what the boiler is for. "&lt;em&gt;for home ah?&lt;/em&gt;". it's for factories and manufacturers ok. "&lt;em&gt;how much is 1boiler?&lt;/em&gt;" it's at least RM1 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i knw, how all the sales ppl feels, how muka tembok they hav to be when ppl brush them off. thick skin. smile and say thank you even though some ppl are just downright rude. and move on to the next person. i read somewhere recently, and it says "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, is actually a &lt;strong&gt;Feedback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Every &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, is just a challenge to make it a &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuwahh, damn motivated right? *&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. if only, we can use coal as a substitute for our cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1352957907963031808?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1352957907963031808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1352957907963031808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1352957907963031808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1352957907963031808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1569491152165592551</id><published>2008-06-01T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:03:49.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast.</title><content type='html'>time pass too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished it was saturday morning again. i needed that weekend getaway. and it happened. only, now it's bloody Sunday night again. i hate sunday nights. because that means Monday mornings is near and the weekend is coming to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning started with the laziness to pack. to get ready and to head off. most of us were still online. deciding how to go, what time, plan change, what to pack, etc etc.. until 11.30a.m. one by one went offline to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1st drive with you to P.D. it was awesome. loved every second of it. laughter, merajuk-ness, annoying face, "springkle" of love, that asam laksa goreng, bossing one another around. i. love. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time we reached there, was just in time to meet everyone. tea time! didnt realise how much i missed the bunch of us. thanks denise. tho it was a short trip, it was simple awesome. happy birthday again, i hope u drank the most of my gift, not the boys. *&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were hilarious to watch. got the Hybrid stuck in the sand. *&lt;em&gt;pushhh! pushhh!! no, turn the wheels (daniel)! argh! stuck again!! ok, u pull there (kesh), i pull here (chan), OI you! what the hell are you doing?! come here and help (tim)!*&lt;/em&gt; should hav let the small one drive (ME!), not screaming when there's ENUF space to cut thru. shower time, the rules for 'em (the boys) to share towel is *&lt;strong&gt;NO BALLS, NO ARMPITS, NO ASS&lt;/strong&gt;* 3 parts not to wipe just coz it's simply disgusting. lol, it was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the drag race. i love being around seeing u do your thing. tho im sorry, i let my temper took control instead of making the most of the night. it was NOT ruined tho i repeated told you that. it was close to perfection if it wasnt because of the fight. i wished i was sick instead. woke up and the rest of the day just wasnt enough because i didnt want it to end. the anniversary is coming up. and i can't bloody wait for it. to celebrate the joys, tears, anger and laughter being with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo post. just coz my heart is emo-ing right now. i hate bluudy sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-damn the heartache. come save me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1569491152165592551?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1569491152165592551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1569491152165592551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1569491152165592551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1569491152165592551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1986575526338706007</id><published>2008-05-29T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:30:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach. Whr are you?</title><content type='html'>i had my 2 hour plus plus break. the boy was doing his work, and me lying on couch/bed just enjoying the breeze on the 19th floor. that day just happen to hav this wonderful wind non stop blowing into my face. i dont even need to switch on the fan. open the sliding door, and enjoy the breeze. took the pillows, just lying thr, looking out unto the scenery... so peaceful. birds chirping by. no hot blazing sun. just that amazing breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed it so much til i fell asleep. i thort i was at the beach. yes, that kind of wind. the holiday mood wind. that's how much i need the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to reality *&lt;em&gt;smack smack&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shoppaholic unite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is having their party this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-time.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plenty of party parties to attend this weekend we know, even we are excited so we're slot one more session in for our regularly scheduled party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&lt;/strong&gt; Plaza Damas, Sri HartamasL-3-7, Plaza Damas, Jalan Sri Hartamas 1, Sri Hartamas, 50480 Kuala Lumpur&lt;a href="http://shopaholicsunite.googlepages.com/LunchActuallyMap.jpg"&gt;Click here for map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When:&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday, 1 June 2008Time: 11AM - 3PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currency:&lt;/strong&gt; Cash only(quite fortunately for the out of controllers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should I RSVP? :&lt;/strong&gt; nah! come with your entire family, we don't care! (SMS Leng @ 012-6018795, call if you need directions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party? What do you mean party?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, in case you haven't noticed, Shopaholics Unite! is not a boutique, so if you're not keen on online shopping and you prefer to try on your clothes before buying them, then party days are the only time we are open for walk in business. Look out for regular updates on party dates and put it down on your calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SD4huH-0L_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/geAiYHnteOQ/s1600-h/n645156239_904793_522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205635295587086322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SD4huH-0L_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/geAiYHnteOQ/s400/n645156239_904793_522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=5765439949"&gt;SHOW PINK: SHOW MORE PINK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time and Place:&lt;/strong&gt; Our Show Pink's Fashionista's Junkyard will be held on 31 May SAT and 1 Jun SUN from 1pm-7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Bombshell Boutique Salon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Street:&lt;/strong&gt; 9-2 Jln Telawi 2 Bangsar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contact Info&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone:&lt;/strong&gt; 0322822280&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:showpinkshowpink@gmail.com"&gt;showpinkshowpink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to expect besides cheap cheap stuff?? basically, anything, everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SD4huX-0MAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mdFWwmWaB9o/s1600-h/n14398348003_6900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205635299882053634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SD4huX-0MAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mdFWwmWaB9o/s400/n14398348003_6900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date :&lt;/strong&gt; 31 May + 1 June 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue :&lt;/strong&gt; Jeumpa D'ramo, 102 - 104 Jalan Maarof, Bangsar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time :&lt;/strong&gt; 3pm till lateBijou Bazaar @ Jeumpa D’ramo is back! Bigger! Crazier! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Featuring upcoming independent designers, e-boutiques, rookie crafters, xxx-treme crafters, 80s vintage, secondhand clothing, little knick knacks and of course, food + beverage so that you don't have to drive out for ‘makan’. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bijou Bazaar @ Jeumpa D'ramo caters to all. It's true! Our traders cater for petite + plus size women, men and even them tiny tots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, we do accept them shiny plastics (read: credit cards). Come enjoy our mixture of poolside fun at Jeumpa D’ramo from 3 pm till late!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ CompactDJ: checked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ PS2: checked (2 sets)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Inflatable Baby Pool: checked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Electric Piano: checked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Water Guns: need to get hotel owner's permission&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch this space! :o) &lt;strong&gt;Saturday Acoustic Set31 May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;  3 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Oh Chentaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Salsa Session1 June 2008&lt;/strong&gt;  time tbcJaxen from Rhythm Identity will be conduction a salsa session, all are welcomed to learn to salsa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1986575526338706007?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1986575526338706007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1986575526338706007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1986575526338706007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1986575526338706007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/beach-whr-are-you.html' title='Beach. Whr are you?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SD4huH-0L_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/geAiYHnteOQ/s72-c/n645156239_904793_522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6788166966569514186</id><published>2008-05-26T12:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:28:10.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Ka-Ching!!</title><content type='html'>everyone needs a little extra cash now and then... these are some of what i search and came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1- Selling Unwanted Magazines, Books and Other Supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bet you hav lots of those.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2- Speaking and Lecturing Engagements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you love talking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3- Run Classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mayb tiring but the money is definitely better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4- Ebay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;easy peasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5- Hold a yard or garage sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;organize one, make friends, make money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6- Collect scrap metal and resell this metal to the scrap metal dealers in your town or area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7- Collect pop bottles and cans for recycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;save the environment!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8- Donate your blood for money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;save lifes but please fulfill the requirement 1st&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9- Put clothes on consignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ur never worn clothes or still-perfect condition clothes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10- Have a bake sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;yummy!!!! *think cupcakes &amp;amp; cakes!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11- Babysit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some kids ARE adorable ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12- Rent out a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you have an empty room, make full use of the space then!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arts/Crafts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13- Teach art classes, either privately or at a local craft store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14- Sell your work at craft shows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15- Sell your work in a gallery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16- Design pieces on commission &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17- Design and submit projects for publication in books and magazines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18- Enter your work in contests with cash prizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19- Do graphic design work, freelance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20- Paint business windows for the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photography/Videography&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21- Get work as a freelance newspaper photographer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22- Sell your photos to magazines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23- Do wedding and event photography/videography &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24- Teach photography/videography classes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;25- Turn your images into cards, and sell them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26- Umpire/referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27- Coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28- Become a personal trainer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29- Become a fishing guide, hiking guide or river guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30- Teach others your sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal Lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31- Walk dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32- Pet sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33- Offer grooming services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music/Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34- Give private lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35- Perform at restaurants, weddings, bar mitzvahs and other events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooking/Baking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36- Teach cooking classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37- Sell your foods at farmer's markets and craft shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38- Cater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39- Take orders for birthday cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;40- Sign up for hotel and resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41- Sell your travel articles and photos to magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;42- Repair computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43- Build and sell computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44- Become a computer consultant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45- Design websites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gardening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;46- Hire yourself out as a gardener/ landscaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47- Divide and sell plants from your garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48- Sell the extra fruits and vegetables from your harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49- Sell seeds from your best plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50- Can foods from your garden, and sell them at the farmer's market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;51- Start a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52- Sell articles online or to magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53- Enter writing contests with cash prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54- Write advertising copy for local businesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55- Produce and sell an e-book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6788166966569514186?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6788166966569514186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6788166966569514186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6788166966569514186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6788166966569514186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-needs-little-extra-cash-now.html' title='Ka-Ching!!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7016827168948963568</id><published>2008-05-26T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:40:27.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk!</title><content type='html'>come to think about it, when a person is rich. popular. a celebrity. have a certain weird fetish or hobby, everyone would say he/she is unique. having a tasteful sense of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when one is a nerd looking fella. ugly. alone. doin the same.. what else? he downright weird. and so-lets-stay-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventho if the two same person is having the same type of fetish/hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... if you have been reading &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerotohundred.com/2008/auto-news/man-admits-having-sex-with-1000-cars/"&gt;zerotohundred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, u'll knw about this. and usually only &lt;strong&gt;BOYS&lt;/strong&gt; does, leaving us poor girls unknown to this weird weird umm.. "&lt;em&gt;fact&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy admits to having sex &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read &lt;strong&gt;WITH&lt;/strong&gt; not &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the cars. doesnt make sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Smith, 57, of Washington State freaking admits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When I turned 13 and the famous Corvette Stingray came about, that car was pure sex and just an incredible machine. I wanted it. I didn't fully understand it myself except that I know I'm not hurting anyone and I do not intend to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure. it's just a damn &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt; thing. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUOX-0L7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-EpcIluILVA/s1600-h/car-sex-man-8_672775n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204353819079880626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUOX-0L7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-EpcIluILVA/s400/car-sex-man-8_672775n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he went on to say "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are moments way out in the middle of nowhere when I see a little car parked and I swear it needs loving. There have been certain cars that attracted me and I would wait until night time, creep up to them and just hug and kiss them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUO3-0L8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/NtA3u2LsCEc/s1600-h/car-sex-man-1_672784n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204353827669815234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUO3-0L8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/NtA3u2LsCEc/s400/car-sex-man-1_672784n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUPX-0L9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/n23E1wpcyEw/s1600-h/car-sex-man-4_672781n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204353836259749842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUPX-0L9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/n23E1wpcyEw/s400/car-sex-man-4_672781n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ugh... yuck yuck yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the end, claiming he's not gay, yet not interested in woman as well. tell me, what does that make him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can read more bout that at &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zerotohundred.com/"&gt;zerotohundred&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. now go. i knw you kepoh ppl will.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUPn-0L-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/A3f0Fnftzq0/s1600-h/car-sex-man-5_672780n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204353840554717154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUPn-0L-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/A3f0Fnftzq0/s400/car-sex-man-5_672780n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'll leave you at that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-out-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7016827168948963568?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7016827168948963568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7016827168948963568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7016827168948963568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7016827168948963568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/tsk.html' title='Tsk!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDmUOX-0L7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-EpcIluILVA/s72-c/car-sex-man-8_672775n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4969893062947482220</id><published>2008-05-25T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:51:56.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Focus</title><content type='html'>after some kind of reflective moment, i realise something. i need &lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/strong&gt; to refocus. i admit, i'm very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;materialistic&lt;/span&gt;. tell me who isn't these days? so i googled houses. bathrooms, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mini bar!&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;walk in closet!&lt;/span&gt;, bedrooms, kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like im playing the Sims again. so i thought, &lt;strong&gt;RE-FOCUS&lt;/strong&gt;. instead of keep buying these small items e.g. clothes, shoes, bags... i'm gonna shift to buying the &lt;strong&gt;BIG ITEMS&lt;/strong&gt;. buttt... these big items can't be bought within a short time period. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad i did? my desktop picture now is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDlgBH-0L6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kJ3a6aOw-vE/s1600-h/Motivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204296416841969570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDlgBH-0L6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kJ3a6aOw-vE/s400/Motivation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; tadaaaa&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so nice.... i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i'll take a drive.. to shah alam, to tropicana, or damansara, just to look at these beautiful houses. re-energized while driving home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now, instead of having to drive around, i'll have my desktop background filled with these &lt;em&gt;beaauuutiful&lt;/em&gt; pictures to remind me of what i want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4969893062947482220?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4969893062947482220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4969893062947482220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4969893062947482220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4969893062947482220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Re-Focus'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDlgBH-0L6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/kJ3a6aOw-vE/s72-c/Motivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3331313279934875317</id><published>2008-05-25T05:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T05:42:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Seeing Things?</title><content type='html'>it's 5.18 a.m. now. something i hardly gets to do these days. still awake in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro has a blog! something he just recently created just coz he learned some IT stuff in college. so i &lt;em&gt;kepoh&lt;/em&gt; of course! went and check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad weird? he has like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17 comments, 11 comments, or the very least 7 comments&lt;/span&gt;... O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav the most like, wat? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 comments&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;why my friends don let comments one!??!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHcn-0L3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7s2XaWlAqYM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204058295265144690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHcn-0L3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7s2XaWlAqYM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHc3-0L4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/76ZVEnCVd-Y/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204058299560112002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHc3-0L4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/76ZVEnCVd-Y/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHdH-0L5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/XHvL50_mL-g/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204058303855079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHdH-0L5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/XHvL50_mL-g/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to my page. scroll down.... scroll up.. then stop. just as i was about to click to another page.... i thought i saw the wrap-head lady icon on the top right of my header  &lt;strong&gt;BLINKED&lt;/strong&gt;! it freaking did! or at least i thought it did. so i waited... wait for it to blink again... cannot be.. the picture was in jpeg form when i saved it. not some flash document or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a scardy cat, that sometimes, at night, when i &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to go to the toilet, i'll walk like normal to the toilet, *&lt;em&gt;it's outside across my room&lt;/em&gt;* on the lights, pee, on the tap water, wash hands, splash here and there... then when i'm done.. i switch off the lights, then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into my room, don't want to look left or right and quickly shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when im alone watching tv downstairs, on loud loud. switch on both the halls in front and at the back's lights, then when it's time to go upstairs, off everything. walk to the stairs, walk slowly, then halfway... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the room. close the door, my sis will be looking at me funny. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why u look like that che?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" i'll say "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no no, nothing. exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;shit! see? i got scared again. bloody hell, i heard the toilet light switched on, rupanya it's my brother going into the toilet&lt;/strong&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the dogs outside howl like they are werewolfs. *&lt;em&gt;identity crisis&lt;/em&gt;* then i gets scared. and i'll look at the clock, phewwww... it's not 3a.m. or 12a.m. y? you knw.... emily rose? the 3 a.m. thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky. time to get some sleep i guess. O_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3331313279934875317?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3331313279934875317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3331313279934875317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3331313279934875317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3331313279934875317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-i-seeing-things.html' title='Am I Seeing Things?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDiHcn-0L3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7s2XaWlAqYM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-157013197657926537</id><published>2008-05-23T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:37:20.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you, Osh</title><content type='html'>also, for every other bimbo out there. *&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey giam, remember you asked me to where to find dresses that could actually fit u? here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont quite knw what's your taste is like. so i'll go according to mine. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203455144417832738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi4n-0LyI/AAAAAAAAANo/-R3MzZQnS3M/s400/5-mooie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i like the sea blue bubble dress on the left, cute! a boutique called mooie. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mooieboutique.blogspot.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi43-0LzI/AAAAAAAAANw/xBQrv8-qFiM/s1600-h/280108dr7grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203455148712800050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi43-0LzI/AAAAAAAAANw/xBQrv8-qFiM/s400/280108dr7grey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi43-0L0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/37UCpnhMBcI/s1600-h/dom8dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203455148712800066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi43-0L0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/37UCpnhMBcI/s400/dom8dr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im not sure bout this two. but it sure look chic enuf! from sewnsoul *&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sewnsoul.com/html/Catalogue.aspx?PID=6&amp;amp;ID=1"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi43-0L1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uHT2jYZ9NY8/s1600-h/DVF745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203455148712800082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi43-0L1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uHT2jYZ9NY8/s400/DVF745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i hope it holds on to my boobies. i hate to keep pulling it up in public. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sewnsoul.com/html/Catalogue.aspx?PID=6&amp;amp;ID=1"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi5H-0L2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Q-XB-Q0Hb2s/s1600-h/bikini%2Bfianle-mooie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203455153007767394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi5H-0L2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/Q-XB-Q0Hb2s/s400/bikini%2Bfianle-mooie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i can't help it. BIKINI!!!! *&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mooieboutique.blogspot.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203454714921103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZifn-0LwI/AAAAAAAAANY/X-Ld_R3hEdc/s400/damientewhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZif3-0LxI/AAAAAAAAANg/kiKLm8pkSE4/s1600-h/alexblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203454719216070418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZif3-0LxI/AAAAAAAAANg/kiKLm8pkSE4/s400/alexblack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shoes of course. it's a lil pricy but it's sure waaaayy much cheaper compared to london's stuff. im not too sure bout the quality babe, havent been there before, so far the celebrities* raves bout this brand. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoesshoesshoes.com.my/home.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Malaysian celebrities. so don't get all excited just yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh heck it, i'll just bring you over to bangsar. clothes for the high end users and low end as well. take your pick. and if your feeling generous enough, feel free to splurge on me too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not enuf? i'll bring you somewhere else too! you'll be totally worn out by the end of the day. and after i drop you home, u'll be thanking me with ur life! (&lt;em&gt;too much, i knw, for dramatic effect&lt;/em&gt;) lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo!&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/17340392-157013197657926537?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/157013197657926537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=157013197657926537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/157013197657926537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/157013197657926537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-you-osh.html' title='For you, Osh'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDZi4n-0LyI/AAAAAAAAANo/-R3MzZQnS3M/s72-c/5-mooie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6024782473019290554</id><published>2008-05-22T10:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:14:08.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not fair!!</title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;KNEW &lt;/strong&gt;i shouldnt have click on yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;. archuleta lost to cook. DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rooting for archuleta ok! oh that innocent boyish look.... &lt;em&gt;*swoon&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that gimmick i-feel-so-touch-by-the-song-i-sang-so-i-cried cook must hav got those votes in. sure he's hot. his second song last night made him look a little like daughtry. and imma big big fan for chris! *&lt;em&gt;double swoon&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i felt archuleta was more of the "pop" singer where chances are he'll stay popular unlike fantasia, or taylor hicks *&lt;em&gt;whr has he gone to??&lt;/em&gt;* but cook?? yeah i agree he could really sing for different types of genre, but still.... oh well, next time must check out bartenders. cook was a bartender before and now where he is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here. go ogle the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034310637268690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkI3-0LtI/AAAAAAAAANA/nAJFWWm8epg/s400/american-idol-davidarchuleta420sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkI3-0LuI/AAAAAAAAANI/d1Y6bMF11k4/s1600-h/americanidol-top2-archuleta-angels1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034310637268706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkI3-0LuI/AAAAAAAAANI/d1Y6bMF11k4/s400/americanidol-top2-archuleta-angels1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkI3-0LvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bzO85wyQ3-8/s1600-h/americanidol-top2-archuleta-longandwindingroad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034310637268722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkI3-0LvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bzO85wyQ3-8/s400/americanidol-top2-archuleta-longandwindingroad3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTj_3-0LqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GYEVkgMnFiY/s1600-h/american-idol-davidcook405sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034156018445986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTj_3-0LqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GYEVkgMnFiY/s400/american-idol-davidcook405sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkAX-0LrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dQ1grdigrTs/s1600-h/american-idol-davidcook415sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034164608380594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkAX-0LrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dQ1grdigrTs/s400/american-idol-davidcook415sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkAX-0LsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gQ6wB3-4_Lg/s1600-h/american-idol-davidcook440sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034164608380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkAX-0LsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gQ6wB3-4_Lg/s400/american-idol-davidcook440sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NO! i dont knw why archuleta's pic is larger. wasn't on purpose i promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! arent they looking so scute here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTjy3-0LlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5i-hR9WZS-s/s1600-h/american-idol437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203033932680146514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTjy3-0LlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5i-hR9WZS-s/s400/american-idol437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh. why am i being that high school girl again. :s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6024782473019290554?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6024782473019290554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6024782473019290554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6024782473019290554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6024782473019290554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-fair.html' title='it&apos;s not fair!!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTkI3-0LtI/AAAAAAAAANA/nAJFWWm8epg/s72-c/american-idol-davidarchuleta420sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3611048173657186005</id><published>2008-05-22T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:55:20.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procastination vs Motivation</title><content type='html'>everyone seems to be goin on a short trip of pure leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt;* *&lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt;* *&lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me clicking on the blogs i stalk. and &lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt; at the pictures! oh &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody omagy tempting&lt;/span&gt;! when when when's my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling my friend the other day, ohhh! just imagine! lets just imagine.. &lt;em&gt;can u feel the breeze? the ocean breeze? can u smell the salty air? hmmm!!!&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;car honked&lt;/span&gt;* cheh.. so much for trying to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna just wake up, and laze around by the beach. floating in the pool. *&lt;em&gt;coz i can't swim&lt;/em&gt;* walking around in beach sandals, read a book by the beach accompanied by the sound of the waves, when's it too hot, run back to the air cond rooms, sleep again. wake up.. same routine. i could do this forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrX-0LhI/AAAAAAAAALg/9P_tugD5-QQ/s1600-h/c_arwana_pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203012913110199826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrX-0LhI/AAAAAAAAALg/9P_tugD5-QQ/s400/c_arwana_pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at the freaking pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrn-0LiI/AAAAAAAAALo/uqjLrQ-cyU8/s1600-h/gambartepi1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203012917405167138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrn-0LiI/AAAAAAAAALo/uqjLrQ-cyU8/s400/gambartepi1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; top of my list... just reading a no-brainer book, relaxing... i need it. &lt;strong&gt;READ NEED&lt;/strong&gt;. not WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrn-0LjI/AAAAAAAAALw/gOd4NsdMSrU/s1600-h/visu-desc-bien-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203012917405167154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrn-0LjI/AAAAAAAAALw/gOd4NsdMSrU/s400/visu-desc-bien-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrn-0LkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9vm8c7wi4rU/s1600-h/visu-desc-bien-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203012917405167170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrn-0LkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9vm8c7wi4rU/s400/visu-desc-bien-05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sigh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;would you call it a motivation? or just pure procastination? that i'll go, run off to some beach, take time off, thinking and convincing myself that once i get back, i'll be fresh and alive to get back on track? or it's just an excuse to not do anything at all, go off to a far far land, party all night long without dreading to wake up the next day, only to come back to the city, feeling like a retard, coz i'm gonna miss the breeze for the next couple of days? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need someone to come and whack me in the head. n tell me to get back to work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3611048173657186005?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3611048173657186005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3611048173657186005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3611048173657186005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3611048173657186005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/procastination-vs-motivation.html' title='Procastination vs Motivation'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SDTQrX-0LhI/AAAAAAAAALg/9P_tugD5-QQ/s72-c/c_arwana_pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8304107310552967698</id><published>2008-05-20T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T10:52:22.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mayb it's time of the month. mayb it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get annoyed at every single damn bloody omagy thing. easily ticked off. furiously thinking of shooting that nut with my be be* gun. going to my clerks face and giving a tight slap coz her depressing music is making me more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing life was &lt;em&gt;waaaaaayyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt; back easier when there were so little responsibilities. going green at the things i dont get to have or to do. i want MORE DAYS for weekends! felt like buying the damn plastic pool and put it in my room, fill it with water and stay in it for hours, WITH the air cond on. the weather is so bloody hot i feel like shooting the birds. y? coz they poop so much. and hot weather makes their poop sticks even worst on my car. yes, my brother cleans the car, but heck, i hate those birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give the boy a hard time when he made me wait. especially when he made me wait. even for 5 mins. im pissed off at pissing! the infection came back again and i had to go to sunway hospital instead. which means drinking more water. and pissing more. i visit the toilet like its my favourite place to be. that bloody costly antibiotics better work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are so annoying online that i rather go offline and re-read my blog. i want to give that person a piece of my mind and not feel bad about it later on. i want &lt;strong&gt;LONGER DAYS&lt;/strong&gt;. where i could have enough time of &lt;em&gt;Sleeping&lt;/em&gt;.. of watching &lt;em&gt;one tree hill&lt;/em&gt;... of doing my &lt;em&gt;oh-so-auntie-cross-stitch&lt;/em&gt;... of reading &lt;em&gt;my books&lt;/em&gt; that's looking back at me so pitifully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i think it's time of the month again. because i demand the &lt;em&gt;irrelevant&lt;/em&gt; things. just coz it looks relevant to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8304107310552967698?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8304107310552967698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8304107310552967698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8304107310552967698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8304107310552967698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/again.html' title='Again.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3124302147930796266</id><published>2008-05-17T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:00:27.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a good title?</title><content type='html'>i see many bloggers having difficulties on getting traffic to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some advised to hav good title... or good content. but what's a good title? something catchy. to that bloggers will nang it when it catches their attention. yeah sure.... :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so. more like titles contains the word SEX, or something extravagant. no wait... i think the word SEX or anything relate to it, like BRA, or BREAST catches readers. *rolled eyes* so many ham sap ppl.. tsk tsk. even like Kenny Sia's blog, apart from being funny, his very first few post in kennysia.com, has gotta do with sex. eg. condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and good content? some with really bad english, still can hav tonnes of ppl reading and following their blogs. why? no i hav no idea at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3124302147930796266?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3124302147930796266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3124302147930796266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3124302147930796266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3124302147930796266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-good-title.html' title='What is a good title?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1891813798390327575</id><published>2008-05-15T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:07:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovum Donor for RM3500!!!</title><content type='html'>i find it hard to believe. i received this twice already from a known talent agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are looking for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;non-virgin&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;non Muslim&lt;/span&gt; young ladies, 18-29 years old, to become an egg (ovum) donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how they specify &lt;strong&gt;NON virgin, and NON Muslim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM 3500 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;+ FREE medical check up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"It’s &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SAFE and EASY&lt;/span&gt;. It’s done by well known clinics in Damansara, KL and Johor. As we all know, ladies eggs are produced and dropped every month, so it's better to donate and give hope and joy to the loving couples. USA and UK guidelines are strictly followed by the clinics - you can donate many times and still can get pregnant after that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PROCEDURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;30 minutes consultation with doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sign agreement form and safety form to protect your interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medical check up (it’s free) to know your health condition. Will get report in few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your health condition is acceptable, your profile will be shown to childless couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you are selected (normally you will be selected not more than three month). Doctor will give you medication (very very small injections) to be taken at home everyday for about 10-15 days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medicines are taken to make your eggs become many and healthy. No harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discuss when to transfer eggs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will get cash immediately after the eggs have been taken. No operation/surgery and no pain. Doctor only sucks from your vagina using very small and long tube. No side effect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Want their number? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM3500! i wonder.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1891813798390327575?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1891813798390327575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1891813798390327575' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1891813798390327575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1891813798390327575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/ovum-donor-for-rm3500.html' title='Ovum Donor for RM3500!!!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3283853314233568129</id><published>2008-05-14T15:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:46:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games to play when your bored.</title><content type='html'>was bored in the office. click click. found this few games. hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/play_games/death_row.html"&gt;Death Row&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help the innocent to prove that he isn't guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200151660618226050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqmYj1OmYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cg95UhWAl30/s400/Game5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/play_games/sniper_escape.html"&gt;Sniper Escape Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to escape the room by finding clues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqlgj1OmXI/AAAAAAAAALI/6tVxgzSZE-Q/s1600-h/Game4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200150698545551730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqlgj1OmXI/AAAAAAAAALI/6tVxgzSZE-Q/s400/Game4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bored.com/play_games/badreception.html"&gt;Bad Reception Game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another room to get out from.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200149298386213218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqkPD1OmWI/AAAAAAAAALA/tYogbGcBCuQ/s400/Game3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/thestupidtest4.html"&gt;The Stupid Test 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqj2T1OmVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/C09IX7PttsU/s1600-h/gAME2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200148873184450898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqj2T1OmVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/C09IX7PttsU/s400/gAME2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqjVj1OmUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BRfQf6hswio/s1600-h/Game1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200148310543735106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqjVj1OmUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BRfQf6hswio/s400/Game1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it may be silly. but sure kills time. *grins grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3283853314233568129?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3283853314233568129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3283853314233568129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3283853314233568129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3283853314233568129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/games-to-play-when-your-bored.html' title='Games to play when your bored.'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCqmYj1OmYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cg95UhWAl30/s72-c/Game5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4588896763931927938</id><published>2008-05-13T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:22:18.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've gotta watch this!! Michael Jackson </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/KA2B5X0LhMY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/KA2B5X0LhMY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;buawahahaha. i think if it wasn't the typical fat punjab, it wouldnt be as funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4588896763931927938?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4588896763931927938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4588896763931927938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4588896763931927938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4588896763931927938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-gotta-watch-this-michael-jackson.html' title='You&amp;#39;ve gotta watch this!! Michael Jackson '/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7881466659627408554</id><published>2008-05-12T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:59:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stupid Bladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yes. u heard me. my bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up the next morning and found pee-ing is a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, it feels weird. so i thought i didnt hav enough of water. weather also so hot. so i gulp down a whole bottle of water. 1.5liter one ok! coz i didnt wanna go thru the i-feel-like-peeing-but-cannot-pee process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so, next round in the toilet. pee. Wah... still like that. hey, u knw ur pee is different when it is. i mean, u are the only one who smells* and look at ur pee every day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not as in purposely lean towards the bowl n smell lah ok! u get my drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then AT NITE, pure torture wei.. i wanted to stop drinking water. coz the pain is so great, im damn freaking-shit scared of going to the toilet. told mum, she said mayb got stones.. just drink more water.. tmrw sure ok one. if not tmrw we go see doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. it was only 11.50pm, i wanted to go look for the doctor's hse ady. so i took 2 penadol. um.. i hav this believe that penadol works for &lt;strong&gt;ANY DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; pain ok. like stomach pain, take penadol, period pain, take penadol, bladder pain, penadol, headache, penadol, flu, penadol. the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it worked like 2 hours. i'm pain free! can jump jump, go online.. then slept off for a while. only to wake up at 5.30 bloody am. pain pain again! go online. read every remedy they hav. i found out it is called &lt;strong&gt;UTI&lt;/strong&gt; - urinary tract infection. *wahh.. can become doctor d* they say take cranberry juice. but supermarkets only opens at 10plus a.m. i stare at the clock. willing it to go faster. read on... vitamin C is good. *&lt;em&gt;jumps of the chairs, rush downstairs, open fridge&lt;/em&gt;* ORANGE!! cut 2 biji. i mean, who the hell eats orange at 5ish in the morning? people in pain does that. then i remember my mum alwis ask me to take the supplements, *&lt;em&gt;reads the label&lt;/em&gt;* ooohhhh! got vitamin C. swallow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took another penadol. slept again, woke up feeling the need to pee again *&lt;em&gt;oh no!!&lt;/em&gt;* pain pain pain... i mean the pain is not just when u pee. even when ur NOT peeing, the pain lingers in ur bladder. like u can feel ur bladder is damnnnnn raw. so i went and pee, only to find my pee is bloody-omagy orange!! scary weii... before that is clear like mineral water only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the clock strikes 9am. YAY! time to go see doc. reach thr.. doc ask to pee in the container. *&lt;em&gt;my 1st time ok, so i thort oh fuck. how to aim?&lt;/em&gt;* go toilet. pee, aim, shoot! only to find, my updated pee is also bloody. YA. i knw damn disgusting rite. nobody ask to u keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, doc said it's quite bad. so doc gave me all this medication, urine cleaner la, crystal disolve la, pain killer, antibiotics. costed RM80 bux weii.. *&lt;em&gt;heart pain pain&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home, ate medicine, sleep, woke up FEVER. kantoi.... thort need to go hospital d. sleep again. wake up. fever gone! yay! bathe get ready, then went for metro's auto fiesta. when everybody ask why so good bring homemade bali drink... i just said im sick. weii.. how to tell ppl over the food im having bladder problems rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learn. always drink lots of water to prevent this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7881466659627408554?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7881466659627408554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7881466659627408554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7881466659627408554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7881466659627408554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-stupid-bladder.html' title='My Stupid Bladder'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3894714385234332135</id><published>2008-05-10T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:01:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stickers Fetish!</title><content type='html'>never have i thought i would get addicted to purchase stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to. and now, i do again. no thanks to the &lt;a href="http://thestickermonster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sticker Monster&lt;/a&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done, sharyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only do i purchased 1, but &lt;strong&gt;7!!!&lt;/strong&gt; damnit. *&lt;em&gt;crying in pain&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i receive my stickers today &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i-ma-so-bloody omagy-happy&lt;/span&gt;!! *&lt;em&gt;jumps around with the letter&lt;/em&gt;* havent even open already so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture time! pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198417604032203682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCR9RLp6C6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LTPZJWZvwiI/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*bling bling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198417608327170994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCR9Rbp6C7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VYwM4WPJbzY/s400/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i knw. it's not xmas yet. but the santa is damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198417608327171010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCR9Rbp6C8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3dsCvmWFPlY/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198417616917105618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCR9R7p6C9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/efEHCHBHLh8/s400/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*pop up stickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, my pics aren't that nice. camera phone not canggih enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198422723633220578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCSB7Lp6C-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GFCSXbSEMyU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;got it from the &lt;a href="http://thestickermonster.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html"&gt;sticker moster&lt;/a&gt; website. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, she updated her stickist blog. to my dismay, she hav loads more of oh-so-tempting stickers. i dont like! i dont like! damnit. must refrain from order. must! *&lt;em&gt;dramatically drops on the floor pounding, why oh why&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3894714385234332135?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3894714385234332135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3894714385234332135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3894714385234332135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3894714385234332135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/stickers-fetish.html' title='Stickers Fetish!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCR9RLp6C6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LTPZJWZvwiI/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3160846237823041455</id><published>2008-05-09T16:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:43:16.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AutoFiesta 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Auto Fiesta 2008 - "Fiery Flame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198290829482527618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCQJ97p6C4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/G115uWQbPEU/s400/Autofiesta08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;tmrw's the day. &lt;strong&gt;10th May 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all car lovers, come to Metropolitan tmrw at 4pm. the party is on til 12am. Speaking from experience, there will be many many breath-taking-away cars displayed there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be many exibitors there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sun Auto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sol Helmet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZeroToHundred.Com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Get@Car"&gt;Get@Car&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KK Lau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypertune&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motorsport Playground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fasfik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Velocity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trial&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dynasty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Racecraft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motorsport Division&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;R3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proton GTi Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MSport Bikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;MotoMilla (Aprillia)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naza Bikes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Redbull&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;DreamCubes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trans Turbo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nitro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;not only that... the guys can oggle the GT queens as the model search is going on. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;smirk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* i wanna see how well they do this time. was last year's participant. but didn't win. i knww.. very tak tau malu.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the girls can go gossip about them. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;points at the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* "eeee&lt;em&gt;.. that one, cannot make it la.. OMFG. why is she even up there?&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or if you r too nice, jst stay by ur man's side, so he don't linger away to improve his "&lt;em&gt;social networking&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198294712132963218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCQNf7p6C5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6OdqJBlX0ZU/s400/GT+Queen+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more information *&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autofiesta.com.my/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be there! will be hopping from booth to booth. see you there!! xoxo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3160846237823041455?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3160846237823041455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3160846237823041455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3160846237823041455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3160846237823041455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/autofiesta-2008.html' title='AutoFiesta 2008'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCQJ97p6C4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/G115uWQbPEU/s72-c/Autofiesta08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8003470605261150572</id><published>2008-05-08T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:11:03.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pervert Alert!</title><content type='html'>i was browsing thru and came across this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear bloggers and readers, do watch out for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this guy name Albert - or uses some other names like year 1951.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uses hotmail account - albertxu2007may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suspiciously comes from - 219.95.3.179&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from 5xmom)&lt;br /&gt;She said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this as a serious warning because this pedo is keeping a very repulsive, sick, perverted blog which contains pedo matters and adult contents.The blog is here : albertxuling2007.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this arsehole, if I get another comment from you, you better watch your back. The reason I tolerate your stupid, unwanted comments this long is because I wanted to gather enough evidence. You are exposed now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite funny eh? but his blog is deleted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not so funny when that pervert stalks ur blog, making terrible comments. sick sick comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example,5xmom made a record of it. For proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert1951 said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she is such a pretty cute girl I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1/15/2008 9:53&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMalbert1951 said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if she is in her room alone,I think I would sneak inside her room and ra pe her.I will lick her clean tiny pussy hole and fuck her hard until she cries for pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/15/2008 9:56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMalbert1951 said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mirai Shida,Please let me fuck you and strip off your clothes to see you n ude in front of me.I want to grab your small firm breasts and lick your tiny pussy hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/15/2008 10:05 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youropiniondoesntcount.blogspot.com/2007/06/shida-mirai.html"&gt;http://youropiniondoesntcount.blogspot.com/2007/06/shida-mirai.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:40 PM, Blogger albert1951 said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tang Wei,you look extremely beautiful in photos.I think you are the most beautiful actress nowadays in the filming industry.When I glance at you at first sight,I was so horny and hot that I almost masturbate myself.Your face is really really beautiful!I have seen your debut movie which you portrayed a patriot who was in under cover to seduce a ??? and your mission is to kill him.In the mission,you were brutally ra ped by this betrayer.Your acting is real marvelous !I dare to predict that you would be the super star in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asian-girl.blogspot.com/2007/10/tang-wei.html"&gt;http://asian-girl.blogspot.com/2007/10/tang-wei.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time he appears to be a sane naive person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:42 AM , Blogger albert1951 said..&lt;br /&gt;Date 5th April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wong,Remember me Albert Ooi who stumbled upon you at Gurney Plaza cinema where you told me that u were going to watch an English movie with your beloved wife? In fact,my first glance at you was that you really look familiar to me.So I took the audacity to ask where had I met you.I am an avid movie goer and always spend my free time watching my favorite films at Gurney.I have read your blog and know you better by now,hehehe.You are an IT engineer and also a lecturer in a university.And currently you are a legal advisor cum member of parliament.???? ?Best regards to you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://honwai_wong.blogspot.com/2008/03/taking-oath-of-office-as-exco.html"&gt;http://honwai_wong.blogspot.com/2008/03/taking-oath-of-office-as-exco.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert1951 said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dr Chua,As far as you are concerned to me,you are a remarkable man.However,you are too much engaged in political matter and neglect lavishing yourself in decadent way of life.Thus,I suggest you to go to China with me next month and of course you got to bear all the traveling expenses as my financial is not so solid.I know very well in China especially Dongguan and Shenzhen.I have been there several times and surely you won’t get disappointed to visit.The local food there is delicious especially their steamed rice.We can go to the foot massage center to wash our toes and just relaxed.We can have full body massage too and the charge is very cheap.If you wish to go with me,please let me know in advance so that I can prepare before hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drchua9.blogspot.com/2008/04/reply-to-comment-made-by-lohsh.html"&gt;http://drchua9.blogspot.com/2008/04/reply-to-comment-made-by-lohsh.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants to go massage with Dr Chua. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go read all the comments in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCCKK!!!! *&lt;em&gt;runs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooraay to &lt;a href="http://www.chanlilian.net/2008/05/07/mothers-with-young-girls-watch-out-for-this-pedo/"&gt;5xmum&lt;/a&gt;! excellent work. *&lt;em&gt;thumbs up&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8003470605261150572?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8003470605261150572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8003470605261150572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8003470605261150572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8003470605261150572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/pervert-alert.html' title='Pervert Alert!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3093104225224410295</id><published>2008-05-07T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:37:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuffnang vs Advertlets</title><content type='html'>wow. after my post below.. i search on Yahoo and found out bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many issues going on between &lt;a href="http://nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.advertlets.com/"&gt;Advertlets&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous (which i only just come across of) &lt;a href="http://why-nuffnang-will-fail.blogspot.com/"&gt;Why Nuffnang will fail&lt;/a&gt;. Mr Anti-Nuffnang. He hates Nuffnang so much that it's a bit uncomfortable. i mean, what nuffnang did to him la? Run off with his gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://www.mr-endoh.com/blogosphere/end-of-nuffnang/"&gt;Nuffnang protestor - End off Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;. he doesn't mind much for the earnings. but he want MORE adverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o. i think i would prefer more $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole list of &lt;a href="http://www.larrylim.net/seo-online-marketing/my-final-words-on-nuffnang/82/"&gt;final words &lt;/a&gt;on Nuffnang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People went all the way to compare both Nuff and Advert's earnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chess.maribelajar.com/2007/09/21/nuffnang-vs-advertlets/"&gt;Nuffnang 1 - 0 Advertlets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mount-kinabalu-borneo.com/blog/advertlets-vs-nuffnang-result-after-1-month.html"&gt;Advertlets 1 - 0 Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's one that &lt;a href="http://www.liewcf.com/blog/archives/2007/06/why-i-drop-advertlets-and-nuffnang/"&gt;drops both&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many bloggers hav few adverts from different companies. so &lt;a href="http://motd.escrito.info/2008/01/07/nuffnang-strikes-back-with-exclusive-program-nuffnang-gliterati/"&gt;Nuff strikes back&lt;/a&gt;. no wonder. i thort my blog was very glittery (as in a potential shining star) when i was switched to a glitterati. cheh... potong stim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3093104225224410295?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3093104225224410295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3093104225224410295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3093104225224410295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3093104225224410295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/nuffnang-vs-advertlets.html' title='Nuffnang vs Advertlets'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7686571915283943767</id><published>2008-05-07T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:00:03.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't get no earnings from Nuffnang?</title><content type='html'>i asked a couple of friends. and sadly, they dont get any earnings as well. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sulk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just recently started blogging again. and decided to see wad's Nuffnang all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tested. my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;week 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197446121753682082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCEJteJcIKI/AAAAAAAAAII/VLClGkRPidw/s400/Week1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la. not many readers. i &lt;em&gt;KNWWW&lt;/em&gt; ok. but not bad wad for a new blog &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;week 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCELAuJcILI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4dJETewx82Q/s1600-h/Week2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197447551977791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCELAuJcILI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4dJETewx82Q/s400/Week2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wah. getting a tiny bit better. *&lt;em&gt;squirms squirms&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, i patiently wait for Nuffnang to at least increase some earnings. even if it's &lt;strong&gt;RM1.00&lt;/strong&gt; a week. :s BUT alas, nothing. it's still freaking &lt;strong&gt;RM 0.00&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197447788200992962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCELOeJcIMI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Kh-9bSNqMPA/s400/Earnings.jpg" border="0" /&gt; *&lt;em&gt;tulan&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7686571915283943767?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7686571915283943767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7686571915283943767' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7686571915283943767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7686571915283943767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-i-dont-get-no-earnings-from.html' title='Why I don&apos;t get no earnings from Nuffnang?'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SCEJteJcIKI/AAAAAAAAAII/VLClGkRPidw/s72-c/Week1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1726402855044575481</id><published>2008-05-05T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:09:54.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Rosie - Cecilia Adhern</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lesson to learn&lt;/strong&gt; : read the bloody back cover &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; buying it. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;slaps head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the MPH sales i went, i came home. jumped on the bed, start flipping the book. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMNIT&lt;/span&gt;. i bought the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SAME&lt;/span&gt; book i've bought before! so now, i wanna sell it off. it's brand new. my post below states when i bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SB8kneJcIJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TJhyk7AvquA/s1600-h/Love+Rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196912755534995602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SB8kneJcIJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TJhyk7AvquA/s400/Love+Rosie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Book Title : Love, Rosie&lt;br /&gt;Author : Cecelia Ahern (&lt;em&gt;the same author for P.S. I love you&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Price : RM24.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Synopsis : Rosie and Alex are destined for each other, and everyone seems to know it but them. Best friends since childhood, they are separated as teenagers when Alex and his family relocate from Dublin to Boston. Like two ships always passing in the night, Rosie and Alex stay friends, and though years pass, the two remain firmly attached via e-mails and letters. Heartbroken, they learn to live without each other. But destiny is a funny thing, and in this novel of several missed opportunities, Rosie and Alex learn that fate isn't done with them quite yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wad i like bout this book? it's really funny! and romantic. and it gets u frustrated coz the story is not going how you thought it would. so yeah. good no-brainer-reading/chilling/relaxing book to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;original price *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mph.com.my/search/nsearch.cfm?do=detail&amp;amp;pcode=0786891084"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;update: Sold to Jin 8th May 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1726402855044575481?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1726402855044575481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1726402855044575481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1726402855044575481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1726402855044575481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-rosie-cecilia-adhern.html' title='Love, Rosie - Cecilia Adhern'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SB8kneJcIJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TJhyk7AvquA/s72-c/Love+Rosie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1725616597378950201</id><published>2008-05-03T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:58:29.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes + Books = Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;few months back, while i was in class, i got a text message asking me "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kawan, you trust our taste or not? cheap dress! you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" i replied "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OF COURSE! THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" all the way from &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;. so sweet of them. really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after months of ffk-ing and never-get-to-hang-out, we finally &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt;. and got my goodies from 'em as well. i'd say it's a &lt;strong&gt;DAMN&lt;/strong&gt; good bargain. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 bag + 1 dress + 1 dress/top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (dress/top coz i'm short). let the pics justify why i &lt;em&gt;loooooveee loooovveeeee&lt;/em&gt; the clothes!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRKeJcIEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CPo8ALsh5NQ/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195835835435196482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRKeJcIEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CPo8ALsh5NQ/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this piece fits me sooooo well. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRKuJcIFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-dpzFlNE0uA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195835839730163794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRKuJcIFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-dpzFlNE0uA/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRK-JcIGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lLv478aroIU/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195835844025131106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRK-JcIGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lLv478aroIU/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with belt or without? *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then got bag sumore! but i seems to not being able to snap nice pics of the bag.... which is WHY I NEED A CAMERA! *&lt;em&gt;grumble&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i went for the MPH warehouse sale. one word for it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MESSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. wait. two words. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. the books were thrown everywhere! so much so that i was too lazy to look for bargain books and just grab what catches my eyes. i meannnn.... if i dont buy it now, i'll still buy it later on rite? PLUS now it's on sale as well. *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. i was suppose to be in the office. so i bought this intellectual books just to show to dad, that i bought some '&lt;em&gt;useful'&lt;/em&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRLOJcIHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eQbXFRrTXpU/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195835848320098418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRLOJcIHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eQbXFRrTXpU/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will definitely read it. but not after my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chic flicks&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRLeJcIII/AAAAAAAAAH4/fXElwIcKfqs/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195835852615065730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRLeJcIII/AAAAAAAAAH4/fXElwIcKfqs/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna do some no-brain-reading 1st before getting all serious. &lt;em&gt;bye!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s&lt;/em&gt;: have you heard the Amber Chia's advert on the radio. yes radio. meaning she hav to talk. in bloody English. yes her oh-so-cina-ted-version of English. i didnt really understand what she said until i heard it the second time. "&lt;em&gt;comfortable living = comportable living&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;vibrant colours = viblulant caleers&lt;/em&gt;" seriously. i think she better stick to modelling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1725616597378950201?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1725616597378950201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1725616597378950201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1725616597378950201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1725616597378950201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/clothes-books-content.html' title='Clothes + Books = Content'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBtRKeJcIEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CPo8ALsh5NQ/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-4301336712444144018</id><published>2008-05-02T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:16:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Paused*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think i need to stay away from Bangsar for a while. damn those boutiques. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but.. but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*breathe* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBqPHeJcICI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LgfI03xmPcA/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195622478639800354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBqPHeJcICI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LgfI03xmPcA/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (just sampat-ing after shopping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya, i jst noticed, my mirror quite dirty. but the effects is like snowflakes. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to do something. something to feed my shopping needs. therefore i need to find ways to earn some money. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but but.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HOOOOWWWW&lt;/span&gt;? my daily job isn't sufficient coz my financial consultant a.k.a ah long a.k.a dad is alwis keeping on tabs on my spending. damnit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is also why i love big bags.. i stuff my new clothes into it. no need those extra bags! *&lt;em&gt;shouting save the trees!!*&lt;/em&gt; mum dunno, dad dunno. ran along to my room, shut the door, take out the clothes. *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;admire admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* fold it. keep it in the closet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bought one bling ring. RM10 only. from &lt;a href="http://www.shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shopaholics&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, and still, my dad noticed, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;see? spend sumore. you'll never learn how to save... yada.. yada.. yada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" me goin "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONLY 10ringgit la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" dad shakes head, walks off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mayb i shld sell dvd hor. haha very funny................ &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pasim.wordpress.com/2008/04/29/fj-benjamin-branded-sale/"&gt;FJ Benjamin sales&lt;/a&gt;. i wanna go. MPH sales. i wanna go. &lt;a href="http://bijoubazaar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bijou Bazaar&lt;/a&gt;. (ok, long time more) but.. i wanna go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195627439327027250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBqToOJcIDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AzwZkqhSzAA/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is wad i'm supposed to do, but i'm snapping pics and blogging instead. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ka na sai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-4301336712444144018?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/4301336712444144018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=4301336712444144018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4301336712444144018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/4301336712444144018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/05/paused.html' title='*Paused*'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBqPHeJcICI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LgfI03xmPcA/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-9073106006687966786</id><published>2008-04-30T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:16:36.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POLL... THE POLL...</title><content type='html'>i susah-susah think for 3 questions but nobody answer it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to the right* -------------------------------------------------&gt; there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-9073106006687966786?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/9073106006687966786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=9073106006687966786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/9073106006687966786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/9073106006687966786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/poll-poll.html' title='THE POLL... THE POLL...'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-9062836496000077107</id><published>2008-04-30T15:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:53:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is just purely based on my assumptions okay. I think, short people gets angry faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBggteJcIAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ejPLkmj56Fs/s1600-h/Tall.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194938135730724866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBggteJcIAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ejPLkmj56Fs/s320/Tall.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBggtuJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oCTcIA5h2Ng/s1600-h/Short.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194938140025692178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBggtuJcIBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oCTcIA5h2Ng/s320/Short.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look at the illustration that I so poor draw. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red arrow&lt;/span&gt; represents &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see, for taller people, the anger needs to "&lt;em&gt;travel&lt;/em&gt;" longer. So by the time they reach the head, they'll &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; down. No so much for shorter people. That why there a saying called "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;short fius&lt;/span&gt;". The anger travels fast and in such a short "&lt;em&gt;journey&lt;/em&gt;" it &lt;strong&gt;explode!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tsk tsk. Never date a short person. Like me. Don't laugh. Most of my friends who are roughly around my height, hav &lt;em&gt;anger management&lt;/em&gt; problem. Sure, we're fine and all hapy with our friends. But with our boys or family members. huh. Lets not go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much so that the boy, who is in Thailand at the mo, called me at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 bloody a.m.,&lt;/span&gt; asking me what i want from there. Like &lt;strong&gt;WTF wei&lt;/strong&gt;.. ppl happily sleeping, and god knows wat shop is he standing in front of. So okay, i said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anything la, anything, dont hav to get me anything also can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" he pulak over the other side, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;no, no... tell me what you want la. i wan to buy for you sumthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" me going "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anything ANYTHING LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" ........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it went on for another 20secs until he says "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faster la! the shop closing already!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" me getting pissy (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damnit, i already said no need right&lt;/span&gt;) then out of the blue he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i get for you boxing gloves k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" let me explain again, i was already half way into dreamland. so it didnt really occur to me what he said. so i said "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ya ya.. anything la!&lt;/span&gt;" he chuckled and hung up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so this morning, i texted him. coz i remember something bout boxing and gloves. i asked "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what u bought for me? boxing gloves ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" he texted back, "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, and boxing shorts to match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O_o. wtf? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i replied "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really ar? so i wasn't dreaming.. damnit. are you serious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" he said "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really. coz you like to fight so much. so i buy for you la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" so i said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok, u dont regret. u'll be my punching bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;grrr... if he really gets me that stupid boxing gloves. AND shorts. i'll post up the pictures k. and me punching him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-9062836496000077107?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/9062836496000077107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=9062836496000077107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/9062836496000077107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/9062836496000077107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/anger-power.html' title='Anger Power'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBggteJcIAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ejPLkmj56Fs/s72-c/Tall.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3299148719949315609</id><published>2008-04-27T20:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:40:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sevendays *heart*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i heart bangsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart heart shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSb2uJcH5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDvrjOkNv0Y/s1600-h/GOSSIPS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947634667888530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSb2uJcH5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDvrjOkNv0Y/s320/GOSSIPS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gossips. too many boutiques. spoilt by having too many choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i choose this bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSb2-JcH6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/amPoveYpg0E/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947638962855842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSb2-JcH6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/amPoveYpg0E/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i heart bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april said i shouldn't bluff her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (bzness fault). so off we went to bangsar. the whole point was to go and grab something from&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sevendays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now. thanks to her. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART HEART HEART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SEVENDAYS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;puts up 3 fingers&lt;/em&gt;* i pledge, to go bangsar EVERY WEEKEND. must must must. if not, i'll lose out on those 1 piece-only-fabulous-clothes. what more, the material of the cloth, is &lt;strong&gt;purrrrrrrfect&lt;/strong&gt;! even &lt;a href="http://www.kinkybluefairy.net/2008/01/07/show-pink-sevendays/"&gt;kinkyjoyce&lt;/a&gt; wrote bout it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, the owner, Roxy. she's so nice you'll jst wanna keep buying her clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a preview of her clothes. *&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=5970918550"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* and join in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947261005733730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSbg-JcH2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/hTk7JInuc_Q/s320/s136903504_30826549_3245.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSbg-JcH3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Hn-0AxICHVU/s1600-h/s136903504_30835635_4205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193947261005733746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSbg-JcH3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Hn-0AxICHVU/s320/s136903504_30835635_4205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love their high waist dress. their party dress. haiz. everything la! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;osh, if only i hav your luxury of staying in the U.K. *green moster* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3299148719949315609?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3299148719949315609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3299148719949315609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3299148719949315609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3299148719949315609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/sevendays-gossips.html' title='Sevendays *heart*'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBSb2uJcH5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QDvrjOkNv0Y/s72-c/GOSSIPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6909900013324088106</id><published>2008-04-27T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:32:03.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleo 50 Most Eligible Bachelor</title><content type='html'>hmmm... hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are hot. some are geeky. some are not. some make me go "wtf.. eee.. tak tau malu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, on April's Fool day, JJ and Rudy was fooled. konon they are in the top 50. and they say, girls are vain. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they used &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kenny sia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to promote their cleo bachelor event thingy. easy peasy, use celebrity, and their marketing is done by 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;a href="http://special.time.net.my/eb08/results.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;online results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shows different from the actually results. i thort mayb this ebi guy would win. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; brian lau won. yeah, i was from metro before, so he was labelled as &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr Hot Stuff&lt;/span&gt;. he's taken. but still can look rightttt... ?? eye candy. even when me and my girls, when we say mr hot stuff, *&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;light bulb switch on&lt;/span&gt;* message sent accross. we all knw who we're talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;good that he wins. but... somehow, i wish other guys wins instead. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coz these guys. like brian or kenny or another fren of mine, arthur, they are either good looking or popular. easy to mingle. they hav this charisma that makes ppl likes 'em almost immediately. i rather hav, some guy, who's coming-out-from-the-shell to win. so they are able to experience something new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and no, i wouldnt want my boy to compete in something likedat. unless i get the prize he gets the fame. but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hell NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm not that much of a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;saint&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: the boy hardly reads my blog. that's why i can blog bout &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6909900013324088106?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6909900013324088106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6909900013324088106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6909900013324088106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6909900013324088106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/cleo-50-most-eligible-bachelor-hmmm.html' title='Cleo 50 Most Eligible Bachelor'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7294812413824639091</id><published>2008-04-25T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:54:03.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the boy's work is all bout cars, organize car shows, was in a car club committee. and guess wad. even up til now, i know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bout cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminizing my 1st car.. *&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;looked thoughtful for a moment&lt;/span&gt;* that beat up old charade. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red courrerr&lt;/span&gt; sumore! friends used to snap pics when i'm driving. i mean, as in while i'm driving they'll go "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ok ok go slow go slow!! lets take a pic.. one.. two.. three!! SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" *&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ceqchak&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that stupid charade.... caused me so much trouble. break down here break down there. window cannot go up. the drawer cannot close. lights not working. no &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'minyak hitam'&lt;/span&gt;, no water. no battery. the classic that draws many frenz to 'test drive' my car is when they found out my gear, doesn't works like a gear. like for example, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BTW, I DRIVES ONLY MANUAL CAR. HUH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *damn lan ci*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok, back to the gear, press clutch, 'masuk' 1st gear, then accelerates. in any normal cars, the gear stays like that. so that you KNOW that it's in 1st gear. mine don't. my gear behave on it's mind of it's own. it behaves like a free gear. so friends (&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;guys especially&lt;/span&gt;) they loveeee.. *&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i dont knw whyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt; to 'test drive' my car. they go &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eh eh.. now which gear?" "ehhh. look! look!! free gear!!" "LOOK! buahwwakhahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; then when they are done with the car, they comes out from it, and have that lan ci look that says "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i so keng! i can drive ur car. no problem&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. yeah sure, i've been driving it, haven't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm driving a different car now. doesn't gives me much problem. altho, uptil now, i still don't knw where the hell is the 'minyak hitam' is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy.. i wan this car. i fell in love with it, when i sat adam's bmw. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i wannnnnnnnnttttttt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's in the video &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovDuWrTQ7ik"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it's fast! it's quiet. u go from 50km/hr to 200km/hr jst like that *&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;snap finger&lt;/span&gt;* it's an awesome awesome car. i loveeee.. &lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7294812413824639091?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7294812413824639091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7294812413824639091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7294812413824639091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7294812413824639091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/boys-work-is-all-bout-cars-organize-car.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8095435343767992775</id><published>2008-04-24T17:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:00:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly my c-box got spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna uncencor it. teach me how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wad happen when i 'emo' in my c-box. was out of office searching high and low for that freaking 4' x 6' whiteboard and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan to spam my c-box unfolds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: oi pompuan!&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: apa buat!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting has been added to the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] just sent you a nudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: oioi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: do what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: what do?&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: nothing la..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: manyak boring&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: gua ingat mau kasi kacau kacau sama lu dua saha&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: gua manyak rindu ma..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lily&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lu punya gambar ada sama itu poolerbuoy blogspot..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: kasi tengok&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: itu sharyl saya ingat dia sudah mang chang&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: what gamber??&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: see my blog la!&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: knn&lt;/span&gt; (this means ka ni neh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: cbk&lt;/span&gt; (ci bai kia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] just sent you a nudge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: wat happened?&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: cannot see my face also!!!&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: take lah other pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: i dun have other pic&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: wahlao&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: send me some pics la..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: where's sharyl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] just sent you a nudge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: sharylynna foo!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: i got at home&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: send to u some other time&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: dunno where that woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: foo foo foo foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: working kut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: got any photos from last time ipoh trip?&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: she work?&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: more like lazying around&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: ipoh trip ah&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: should have somewhere kua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: i need those..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: shits man&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: can't remember where i kept&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: think it's at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: why wassup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: pix&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: no pix&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: at work place&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: its alrite la..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: where the hell is that woman&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: have u read her blog?&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: damn disgustin mna&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: gross&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: that's lynn for u ler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: u read d?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: did u leave a comment on her cbox?&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: if no later she emo&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: oh not yet&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: later i put somthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] just sent you a nudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: sharyl!!!&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: wake up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: snore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lol&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: she damn babi la sharyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: haha&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: i just wrote in her cbox&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: farnee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting just sent you a nudge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: i know&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: i read&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: i posted sumthing in return too&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lets spam her cbox since both of us are bored.&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: set!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lets do it now!&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: sharyl foo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: wahahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: damn syiok rite..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: she suhd uncencor the thing so that it would be more fun&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: all those words and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: that's whty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: she no fun one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: wahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: party booper&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: haiz&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: mana itu pendek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: tak tau ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: she working ar today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: i think she in the meeting gua&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: or she at her &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*****cencor*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: or in the toilet playing wif the flush on the toilet bowl..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: gross&lt;br /&gt;. . : : L i : : . . : : i'm not freeloading i'm just food tasting says: don't want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: thats sharyl..&lt;br /&gt;[p0oL3rBuOy] says: lolz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*when i got back to my lappie*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lynnz says: wahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;lynnz says: nyaaaamaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;lynnz says: tok bout me so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no reply d... :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8095435343767992775?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8095435343767992775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8095435343767992775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8095435343767992775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8095435343767992775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/suddenly-my-c-box-got-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-5038968122373825025</id><published>2008-04-24T10:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:17:01.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the saying "action speaks louder than words" hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets implement that on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*typing furiously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*click click* *copy* *paste*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192631098342645474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SA_ueOJcHuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XfC0C4pJPZo/s320/649376735_923bc9a7f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHOPAHOLICS UNITE PARTY LIKE IT'S 2008!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Shopaholics come together to view, try the clothes and go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday, 1 May '08&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11AM - 3PM&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Lunch Actually Office, L-3-7, Plaza Damas, Jalan Sri Hartamas 1, 50480 Kuala Lumpur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dance, okay, move gleefully in not-so-comfy-office chair* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's doesnt really work on blogs. coz words are more powerful in the blogging world. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;duhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in the mood of having-nothing-better-to-do, i usually torture the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;like when...&lt;/span&gt; *aiyak, ok, my stomach is cooking up some storm, better getting this done fast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i come back later. stomach misbehaving. cannot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15 mins later&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BACK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; u knw... usually when ur stuck in uncomfortable situations, like having to do the 2nd business, in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;office/ college/ meetings/ frenz hse&lt;/span&gt;, wad do u do then? i'll tell u what i do. i'll on the tap, let the water runs (before that, making sure the pail is empty), so that ppl can't hear the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ploop, ploop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" sound. i mean, i knw no one is gonna stand outside the toilet door jst to listen to ur shit dropping down the toilet bowl, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's jst a self conscious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one friend taught me another method, flush first, the faster faster do that 2nd business of yours, then flush again, and ur done! coz when the bowl is filling up, cannot hear the "&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;natural sounds&lt;/span&gt;". lol!! mayb her toiletbowl is an old one. that's why so noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u think my post is disgusting. try reading this &lt;a href="http://jayelleenelial.com/?p=92"&gt;Jolene Lai Lai Si&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. back to my earlier story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;like when...&lt;/span&gt; the boy n i, jalan-jalan in shopping malls, like at subway the other day, i became mute. like jst using signals, lots &lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt; of hand movements, dramatic actions, n no sound at all. even when i'm about to burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;subway&lt;/span&gt;, i decided not to talk. he ask &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"wad u want to eat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i shrugged. *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;points back at him&lt;/span&gt;* he said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i wanna eat subway hotdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (i forgot which one)" as we're approaching the ordering line. i saw, soup-of-the-day *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eyes litted up! yummy!! i likey mushroom soup!!" *points at the menu&lt;/span&gt;* but the menu stated, "Ask the soup-of-the-day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy pretends he didnt see. so i pull his shirt, pointing at the menu furiously. the waitress looked amused, thinking mayb i am really mute. she waited patiently. the line way growing behind us. so the boy ask, what is the soup of the day? the waitress said "mushroom soup" looks at me. i nodded many many times. indicating i want the soup. then comes the part whr, the boy hav to choose the type of bread, the filling n the sauce. he's looking up the menu. it's on the wall. the waitress looking at me. she pointed &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;basils, onions, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;, and a whole lot more of stuff-that-i-don-eat-and-don-knw. i made the circling motion. meaning to say "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ya, i want all&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watched as she put it all on the bread, boy didnt realise, me knwingly that he dont like certain stuff&lt;/span&gt;* then the boy looks at his bread. *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cannot tahan, both hands on my mouth, keeping me from bursting out of laughter&lt;/span&gt;" the waitress looks at us funny. the boy goes "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;waaa.d...?? no no, i dont want onions, i dont want tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." i think i was quite dramatic coz ppl start looking. waving my hands here n there. but well..... Malaysians are generally kepoh. of course they'll look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh.. wad a happy day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-5038968122373825025?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5038968122373825025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=5038968122373825025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5038968122373825025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5038968122373825025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/saying-action-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SA_ueOJcHuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XfC0C4pJPZo/s72-c/649376735_923bc9a7f6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-3875128311029858462</id><published>2008-04-23T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:50:10.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate putting a title. coz title makes my blog post no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO GAVE MY NUMBER TO TRUE FITTNESS?&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roarrrrr&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lady called me, bla bla bla bla... comes .."the reason i call is .. bla bla .... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;True Fittness&lt;/span&gt;.. " *light blub switched on* so, i let her talk.. coz it's not nice to tell ppl off, let them do their job. so she continue on... 1 min pass... 2 min... 3 min... still haven't finish. "... foot massage... spa... etc etc.." let her book a time for me etc etc.. then when she's done with her job, i said okay thank you. "..if you wan to bring more frenz jst gimme a call to let me knw in advance ok?" "..ya ok, no problem, thanks, bye" hang up. save that number as Z. a reminder not to answer any of that sort of number tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ooooohh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i gotta admit. i'm a blog stalker. i stalk blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stalk good looking girls with blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why. i just love reading em. everyday. sometimes, when im bored, i click on their page, 3 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i like tat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;shrugs&lt;/span&gt;* I DON'T CARE. *&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;grins&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reads,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://setupiak.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;setupiak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com/"&gt;kenny sia&lt;/a&gt; (ya, he's not a girl, but he's funny),&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kinkybluefairy.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;kinkybluefairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://kimfluttersby.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kimfluttersby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://spot-in-space.blogspot.com/"&gt;spot-in-space&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://poolerbuoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;poolerbuoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (emo, emo),&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.jayelleenelial.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;not so little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/nastyv8mp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nastyv8mp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/rachaeloyl"&gt;rach&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/misspink939"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://oshg.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;london babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://tz33n.blogspot.com/"&gt;tz33n&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://janeloh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;angelic jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://fay1in.blogspot.com/"&gt;mom3nto&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and more more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c? c?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points a finger at you* i told you, i &lt;strong&gt;stalks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... a company called me to go for an interview today. im not sure if i should go. what if its a fraud? and i knw i already hav a job. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna experience those heart-wrenching-scary-goosebumps-cannot sleep-cannot eat-can die sort of interview. i knw i've been lucky enuf coz i didnt hav to get thru all those nonsenscial trauma. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;so waddaya think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-3875128311029858462?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/3875128311029858462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=3875128311029858462' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3875128311029858462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/3875128311029858462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-putting-title.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-5038452155541257321</id><published>2008-04-21T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:27:24.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i'll log into different online boutiques just to feed my shopping hunger. even if i didnt have "sufficient" funds, i love looking at fabulous clothes. which is... actually bad, coz it makes me wanna shop all more! i think online boutiques are worst than shopping malls, coz i'm usually very very very veryyyyyyyyyyyyy lazy to get out in the sun, on the weekends, jst to get stuck in the jam, reach the mall, spend another 20mins of stalking-ppl-for carpark, get into the mall, get jst an item or two, then get the hell out of there jst to get stuck again in the jam on the way home!! bleahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while viewing clothes on online boutiques, we can scroll up n down, then up again, click, look closely to the screen, still not happy, click again, scroll down.... skip to another site, go back again, click, click, look closer, ahhh... ok satisfy.. even the clothes are cheaper.. and the best thing! especially those who works in office. like ME! can quickly quickly switch the page to a blank word document and start type some nonsenscial words, like "..... the business development liquidity is seemed to increase as the price of... " then the moment boss walks away CLICK! back to online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! sometimes when i purchased the items already, the material not as nice as wat i expected but still... my itchy fingers.. oh well, wad to do, working life, cannot simply take off days, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyho.. these are some clothes that i likey! from all over the online sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyJBajkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1lTcctxmGBY/s1600-h/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564914285252162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyJBajkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1lTcctxmGBY/s320/IMG_0758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://wussytoots.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-girls-we-know-it.html"&gt;Corset Love&lt;/a&gt; - va va voom! damn kinky! very french maid like. definitely heads turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyJBajlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o6EZ9jBeBEM/s1600-h/IMG_0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564914285252178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyJBajlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/o6EZ9jBeBEM/s320/IMG_0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wussytoots.blogspot.com/2008/03/off-shoulder-dresses-are-back.html"&gt;Off Shoulder Killers&lt;/a&gt; – walking around looking like a sweet lil innocent babe. When ur totally not. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyZBajmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m5zp_pDhyao/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564918580219490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyZBajmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/m5zp_pDhyao/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://clothesbucket.blogspot.com/2008/04/worth-wait.html"&gt;Disco Diva&lt;/a&gt; – bling bling!! But then.. once u get that, everyone else would knw whr u got it. Those that shops online. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee!!! This is jst uploaded.. see what I mean when I browse the website often? If only thr's a site whr I could get ALL fabulous clothes in one site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwki5BajiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bXSItdR8DmM/s1600-h/2412598507_5ac16f7cac_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564652292247074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwki5BajiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bXSItdR8DmM/s320/2412598507_5ac16f7cac_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/2008/04/2-of-2.html"&gt;Cable Knit Wrap Cardi&lt;/a&gt; – looks damn comfy weii.. berry glam. Those with the now-short-hair can dress this n look like posh becks! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkjJBajjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kKeTlVU4u7s/s1600-h/2428675182_9bd37ed05d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564656587214386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkjJBajjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kKeTlVU4u7s/s320/2428675182_9bd37ed05d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://shopaholicsu.blogspot.com/2008/04/oooh-bags.html"&gt;Quilted Oversized Tote [A0146]&lt;/a&gt; – pink caorerr!! PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkZ5BajhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hnfRhXKGjJc/s1600-h/BlueOpaqueTights1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564497673424402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkZ5BajhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hnfRhXKGjJc/s320/BlueOpaqueTights1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkT5BajgI/AAAAAAAAADw/CvRZ0VbToQ8/s1600-h/BlackOpaqueTights1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191564394594209282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkT5BajgI/AAAAAAAAADw/CvRZ0VbToQ8/s320/BlackOpaqueTights1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenboutique.blogspot.com/2008/03/astonishing.html"&gt;Opaque Tights&lt;/a&gt; – I WANTTTTTTTTTT!!! *screams* so many colours. Black, fluorescent blue, grey, pink! But do I dare? Hmmm..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. oh damnn, boss is back.. gotta get back to work… *grumble* *grumble*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-5038452155541257321?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5038452155541257321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=5038452155541257321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5038452155541257321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5038452155541257321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SAwkyJBajkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1lTcctxmGBY/s72-c/IMG_0758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-373913058622932486</id><published>2008-04-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:34:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I don't know whr to begin. Or how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knw I haven't be a regular in church. I havent been reading Your Word for a while now. But I hope You hear my silent prayer. My silent request. And I hope I am able to finish this without crying too hard. Could You please jst fix this little mess in my life God? You know what it is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jst need a little help right now. I not sure if I am able to stand firm. I fear the breakdown is near. A little help will do. Thank you very much God. The heavy load is getting heavier day by day. I want to be strong but it's getting too hard. The take-a-deep-breath remedy helps a lot. I don't want to lash out at those who depend on me. I don't want them to feel any pain anymore. I wish I could take all the blame, the fault, the pain. All of it. Jst so they don't have to go thru it. I hurt more when they are hurt. Please show me a way to get thru this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to have those days again. I do knw too, it's never gonna be the same. But yet at the same time, I am thankful for the other blessings You have given me. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please draw some light to me dear God. I think I need it now. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You dear God. One told me before, why worry over something you can't have control over? Leave it to God. I guess I might jst need to do that. Thank You again. For listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-373913058622932486?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/373913058622932486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=373913058622932486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/373913058622932486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/373913058622932486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-god-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-1370236885383921974</id><published>2008-03-14T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:47:11.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKEY HER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vhe6EcRlE-Q' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vhe6EcRlE-Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arianalynn. AWESOME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-1370236885383921974?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/1370236885383921974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=1370236885383921974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1370236885383921974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/1370236885383921974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-likey-her.html' title='I LIKEY HER!'/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-5733462181451911064</id><published>2008-03-14T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:36:58.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some ppl are jst so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a text msg last night from an unknown number. while watching grey's anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*beep**beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"AlOoo2, whts up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Who's this pls?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins later, totally engross with izzie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*beep**beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"I'm a mOnkey :) ... hehe... i knOw whO u. u wOrk at maju edar right? wht ur name?? cn i knOw?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that msg made me look twice. im a MONKEY? wakakakakakakkakaa. damn stupid i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied, i can't resist not saying something sarcastic back okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No I don't. I think u've got the wrong person, and I don't associate with animals. Bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*beep**beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Ok, sOry ha.. now, i still find my friend, BIGFOOT.. he said he use this numb. mm, its Ok.. i will try to find him..bye...sOry im disturb u."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakaka. i showed it to my sis. she oso gave this -_- look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-5733462181451911064?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/5733462181451911064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=5733462181451911064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5733462181451911064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/5733462181451911064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-ppl-are-jst-so-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-2685578428715612953</id><published>2008-03-10T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:26:10.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt get to go to smooch-us sale. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that makes me really wanna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SHOPAHOLICS SALE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i treated myself at the little black book shop at taipan when my mummy did her nails. bought this dress. i likey but i think the price is so effing not worth it. damn...... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;damn the impulse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;damn the evil feeling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss&lt;/span&gt; my mama and dada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you realise we alwis says mummy and daddy, instead of daddy and mummy. or mum and dad instead of dad and mum. why huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having classes on &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;saturdays and sundays. &lt;strong&gt;AND SUNDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. damn those visiting lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of myself! the bu's party was on saturday evening. i didnt touch a single drop of alco!! there's like 7-8 bottles of killing-the-brain-cells liquor. and a pack of beer. and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. didnt. drink. a. single. drop. of. it. so kuai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. becozzz....... i was busy cleaning up after each rounds the guest ate and drank!! thank god for disposable cups. "&lt;em&gt;i don wan this cup ady... so lembik..&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;eh i lost my cup, gimme another cup!!&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;eh can pour me another drink ar? i throw my cup dee&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oso, i didnt felt like drinking la.. i think only me, april and denise are the non-alcoholic drinkers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go visit &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE DANCE SPACE&lt;/span&gt; later. i miss dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedancespace.com.my/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.thedancespace.com.my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHHHHH... now i suddenly realise. my blog can link adeee... and can change too big big fonts or small small fonts!! coz the other post i cannot do.. i thort i became dumb dumb dee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oooooooo.... &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOOK AT MALAYSIAN'S ELECTION RESULT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets skip those boring parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE election = BN rules all except Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;AFTER election = BN lost another 4 states. 4 EFFING DEVELOPING STATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually kesian Tan Sri Dr Koh Tsu Koon. but he's the puppet for UMNO. itulah.... chinese ppl in Penang very smart smart one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outgoing Penang chief minister Tan Sri Dr Koh Tsu Koon said today he was willing to step down as Gerakan leader, following the party’s disastrous defeat in the just-concluded general election.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I take full responsibility (for the defeat). It also means my own preference is to offer to step aside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/NewsBreak/20080309163030/Article/index_html"&gt;http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Sunday/NewsBreak/20080309163030/Article/index_html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even Dr Mahathir tells our prime minister to step down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Former prime minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad has urged Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi to take full responsibility for the Barisan Nasional's electoral setback and step down as the coalition leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/National/2182932/Article/index_html"&gt;http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/National/2182932/Article/index_html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not quitting, says Pak Lah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I give you my word, ladies and gentlemen, that I will continue my efforts to strengthen Umno and Barisan Nasional, to launch the manifesto that we have promised so that our country will be safe, peaceful and properous (selamat, aman dan makmur),” he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/election/story.asp?file=/2008/3/10/election2008/20597085&amp;amp;sec=Election2008"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/election/story.asp?file=/2008/3/10/election2008/20597085&amp;amp;sec=Election2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yada.. yada.. yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abdullah sworn in as PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi was sworn in Monday as the prime minister before the Yang diPertuan Agong, Tuanku Mizan Zainal Abidin, following the victory of the Barisan Nasional (BN) in Saturday's general election.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/election/story.asp?file=/2008/3/10/election2008/20080310130835&amp;amp;sec=Election2008"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/election/story.asp?file=/2008/3/10/election2008/20080310130835&amp;amp;sec=Election2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuwahhh takmau lepas lepas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Sharizat = LOST&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu = LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluff the ppl one time. OK. bluff TWO times. still ok. BUT BLUFF BERRIBU times. wanna con animals so many times oso susah wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;One week to clean up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/3/10/central/20594753&amp;amp;sec=central"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/3/10/central/20594753&amp;amp;sec=central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else kena fine. i think they oso malu wanna go stand near the banner wei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: MCA never imagined that it would fare so badly in the general election.&lt;br /&gt;Its president Datuk Seri Ong Ka Ting said although the party expected the situation to be bad, it nevertheless did not expect to lose so many seats&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/National/2182910/Article/index_html"&gt;http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/Monday/National/2182910/Article/index_html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;declare sumore la. Malay rules the country konon. tsk tsk tsk... so old ady, so many years berkempen ady, still so stupid to say this kind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come come lemme tell u wad the reasons are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all these, that Divine Justice intervened, amongst many factors, against:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Massive corruption &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rampant abuse of power &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creation of arrogant leaders &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alleged Lies and deceit by the Election commission &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outdated abuse of racist arguments &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inability to engineer equitable and sustainable development programs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cronyism and nepotism &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creation of alienated and disposed generation &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conspicuous consumption &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure to control rising prices &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rampant abuse of the Ideological State apparatus &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inefficient management of resources &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blatant disregard for human rights &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suppression of the rights of the individual &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The exploitation of the dangerous concept of "ketuanan Melayu" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The protection of corrupt leaders &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The overstaying of leaders and the continuation of the syndrome of the 22-year political itch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/4084/84/"&gt;http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/4084/84/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i can resume back to facebook-ing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-2685578428715612953?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/2685578428715612953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=2685578428715612953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2685578428715612953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/2685578428715612953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-didnt-get-to-go-to-smooch-us-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-8414937440488672041</id><published>2008-03-07T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:37:09.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i wanna go to... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/R9CXBmsnkaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tPRxFGQ25Hg/s1600-h/SMOOCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/R9CXBmsnkaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tPRxFGQ25Hg/s320/SMOOCH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174802025672053154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event Info Name: The THIRD Smooch Sale!! &lt;br /&gt;Host: Voon and Juelle &lt;br /&gt;Type: Other - Flea Market &lt;br /&gt;Time and Place Date: Sunday, March 9, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;Time: 2:00pm - 5:00pm &lt;br /&gt;Location: Hugh's Place &lt;br /&gt;Street: 22, Lorong Dungun, Damansara Heights &lt;br /&gt;Contact Info Phone: 0123752980 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email: smooch@live.com.my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: www.smooch-us.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and also...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/R9CYaWsnkbI/AAAAAAAAADE/1eKzPjFntHU/s1600-h/649376735_923bc9a7f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/R9CYaWsnkbI/AAAAAAAAADE/1eKzPjFntHU/s320/649376735_923bc9a7f6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174803550385443250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPAHOLICS UNITE PARTY LIKE IT'S 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Shopaholics come together to view, try the clothes and go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Thursday, 20 March '08 (it's a public holiday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11AM - 4PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Lunch Actually Office, L-3-7, Plaza Damas, Jalan Sri Hartamas 1, 50480 Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions: Call me at 0126018795 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: www.shopaholicsu.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now, who wants to come along??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-8414937440488672041?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/8414937440488672041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=8414937440488672041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8414937440488672041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/8414937440488672041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/R9CXBmsnkaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tPRxFGQ25Hg/s72-c/SMOOCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-7590372319059826399</id><published>2008-03-03T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:57:40.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my partners in crime dua-dua sakit. faster get well, we party next week. or in my hse, banyak beers. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i wish u wouldn't treat me like that. i loathe u. the term BEST doesn't apply anymore. why make my life misearable? i didnt do anything to you. u knw that i'll never hurt you. you weren't there when i needed you. so don't pretend i'm important to you. don't pretend you knw me that well. don't take me for granted. coz i'm tired of trying to be thr for u when u needed someone. but thank you, i've learnt to see the bad side of u even tho i so badly wanna see the best side of u only. ppl tells me why i hav that kind of fren tat i hav. i said, everyone hav their bad sides. but i'm setting a limit. enuf is enuf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hell, i'm way too nice. &lt;strong&gt;GO FUCK URSELF, U SELFISH BITCH. I LOATHE YOU. YOU TWO FACED MUTHAFUCKAR BACKSTABBING SHITHEAD.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-7590372319059826399?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/7590372319059826399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=7590372319059826399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7590372319059826399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/7590372319059826399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-partners-in-crime-dua-dua-sakit.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-6271751372581055315</id><published>2008-02-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:44:23.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. jane = very kepoh. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it, having to work and completing my degree at the same time. making full use of my time. my brain cells. i like being kept bz. altho sometimes i wish i could be as carefree as before. but tat's gonna end soon so m thinking of not jst stopping at undergrad. but dad says go to government uni if i wanna further my studies. *grunting* after so many years of being in the private colleges n uni, i'm not exactly in favour of it. but oh well.. *sulking, trying not to be a spoilt kid* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for my two babes to come back!! can't wait to see the dress of YOUR taste u bought for me!! yay!!! *shouting "&lt;strong&gt;CAN SOMEONE TURN THAT FREAKING FAX MACHINE OFF??&lt;/strong&gt; damn annoying* bloggin during working hours. teeheehee.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohh... cats whiskers on SALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's wedding this weekend. FM's party nx weekend. jen's wedding the nx nx weekend. oh dear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT : 10th - 16th. if u knw me well enuf, u knw why. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-6271751372581055315?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/6271751372581055315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=6271751372581055315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6271751372581055315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/6271751372581055315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17340392.post-612880513204816172</id><published>2008-02-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:55:31.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat down thinking. there's this growin interest in putting a post up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wad now? i guess... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17340392-612880513204816172?l=sharylynna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/feeds/612880513204816172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17340392&amp;postID=612880513204816172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/612880513204816172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17340392/posts/default/612880513204816172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharylynna.blogspot.com/2008/02/sat-down-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>lynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05535554283338611409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_arCVtp0OLj4/SBEyvOJcHwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QTw5Tb5J_o4/S220/n656640391_2763.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
