L I Y A N A' S . S E C R E T S


K O O K Y . G I R L
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.MY NAME.
Aimiliyana Shamsuddin

.BIRTHDAY.
15th December 1982

.SIGN.
Saggitarius

.I AM....
An obsessive compulsive who relish in organized mess, with a creative imagination and gets highly excited about purple monkeys.

.LOVES.
- Books
- Children
- Beaches
- Chocolates
- Rain
- Bigmo :)

P H O T O S
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Personal Pics
Outings
Randoms

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A D D . M E
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L I N K S
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National Geographic
Wild Singapore
Harley Singapore
GuaPunya\m/
Blogspot
Bugeye Grafix

C O M I C S
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Real Life
MegaTokyo

Reading megatokyo 727



L O O K . T H E M . U P
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Shasha
Nur
Imran Afro
Hairil
Sab Bee Na
Hazurah
Wanie

S H U T T E R . B U G
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My Photo Don't ask me why he did that.. Too much Kueh Tat prolly

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HMMMmMmmm...
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Note: Liyana wishes you to participate in my toughts by submitting your own comments and thoughts, idiotic or otherwise.  

L I Y A N A' S . T H O U G H T S


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Thursday, June 09, 2005
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Thinking Allowed

Mood: Girlish

As I held my ball point pen, my hand trembled for a few seconds before it floated on the recycled brown paper that smelt faintly of musk. I nearly pruned the memory of writing, as in real writing on pen and paper. And then I wondered... this here blogspot was made for my thoughts.. why has it then became a diary of some sorts? I've taken writing for granted and I feel so guilty...

I did have taken some things for granted and have changed my priorities.

Promises will be made soon enough about writing more about my thoughts..

Oh well.. its 0915.. and I'm gonna miss another Gramma who is going to Umrah later in the day. I hugged her tight and showered her literally with kisses.. Standing a whole 2 heads taller, all she could do was squeeze my hands and pull me close to give me kisses...

May she have safe journey to and fro..