<?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-5591114</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:32:12.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KoOkY sMiLiNg GirL....</title><subtitle type='html'>KoOkY sMiLe... the girl who smiles her kooky smile and loves the the beach to death..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>315</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-2590697688548147554</id><published>2006-12-15T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:29:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me!!</title><content type='html'>Mood: Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to liyana...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be blessed with health and happiness with my family and khai heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an expensive watch for a present.. yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-2590697688548147554?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/2590697688548147554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/2590697688548147554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-588144673364494679</id><published>2006-12-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:24:42.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courses versus courses</title><content type='html'>Mood: In a Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am accepted to do a Dip in Pre school education Leadership. I am happy about the fact that I'll be studying something I love. And I am ready for the challenge of the assignments and projects. I am also looking forward to making friends from this new school but on the other hand, the new job has offered to pay for me for another Dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dilemma is... where can I find the extra 24hrs in a day to fit all of these courses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to divide myself for my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first dip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;second dip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alone time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;household chores..oh and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So how? I feel chopped.... in 8 pieces... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-588144673364494679?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/588144673364494679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/588144673364494679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/12/courses-versus-courses.html' title='courses versus courses'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-4316542180804157266</id><published>2006-12-01T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:11:50.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a job!</title><content type='html'>Mood: WEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for an interview today and guess what? I got the job!! I can't believe I was accepted on the spot! All I know is that I'm going to be a teacher at a pre-school. weee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-4316542180804157266?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/4316542180804157266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/4316542180804157266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-job.html' title='I got a job!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-1810090952822072092</id><published>2006-12-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:23:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Baby...</title><content type='html'>Baby, its been a year. And the year has been wonderful. Thank you for a year full of love, adventure, happiness, laughter and definitely companionship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv u:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-1810090952822072092?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/1810090952822072092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/1810090952822072092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-anniversary-baby.html' title='Happy Anniversary Baby...'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116478354381516153</id><published>2006-11-23T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:08:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Darwish and Nenek</title><content type='html'>Darwish will be 5 and Nenek will be 68...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Darwish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my little darling... ANd Nenek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May both of you be blessed with long life, full of health and love always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116478354381516153?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478354381516153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478354381516153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-darwish-and-nenek.html' title='Happy Birthday Darwish and Nenek'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116478343645966318</id><published>2006-11-11T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:06:04.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sp Jalan Raya...</title><content type='html'>I'l show the pics... it would be more apt instead of words....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116478343645966318?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478343645966318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478343645966318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/11/sp-jalan-raya.html' title='Sp Jalan Raya...'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116478334475285796</id><published>2006-11-08T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:01:00.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swollen lungs and inhalers</title><content type='html'>Mood: wheezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lungs are swollen. Why you asked? Cos of the haze here.. and it deprived my O2 intake. My lungs beat themselves up just so i can get adequate O2.... So now they are recovering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on inhalers. Why you asked? Cos i'm on the preventer medication. I hate inhalers. it tastes funky. and it makes me cough after use. but i still have to use them. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be all fine.. with normal sized lungs and no wheeze... my chest hurts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116478334475285796?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478334475285796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478334475285796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/11/swollen-lungs-and-inhalers.html' title='swollen lungs and inhalers'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116478329542108080</id><published>2006-10-24T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:55:06.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I would get some $ this year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116478329542108080?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478329542108080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116478329542108080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201337647778813</id><published>2006-10-16T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:50:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ShaSha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Shasha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bear bear is taller than me! Oh No! Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with Love, Health and Happiness and always be with your loved ones. All the best for your 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study smart and Play hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201337647778813?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201337647778813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201337647778813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-shasha.html' title='Happy Birthday ShaSha'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201357882733517</id><published>2006-10-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:44:02.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minions at work</title><content type='html'>Mood: bossy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Lil cousins are over at my place to help make the raya cookies. instead i had them running after my instructions to clean up the house.. hehehhe its good to delegate jobs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201357882733517?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201357882733517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201357882733517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/minions-at-work.html' title='Minions at work'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201349691906437</id><published>2006-10-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:33:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the house is a mess!!</title><content type='html'>a.s.u.s.u.s.a.l.t.h.e.h.o.u.s.e.i.s.a.m.e.s.s.b.e.f.o.r.e.r.a.y.a.a.n.d.i.t.s.s.o.t.i.r.i.n.g.t.o.c.l.e.a.r.i.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201349691906437?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201349691906437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201349691906437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/house-is-mess.html' title='the house is a mess!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201324074775755</id><published>2006-10-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:25:27.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Abang</title><content type='html'>Happy 25th Birthday Abang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah... dah quarter of a century years old... bila nak kawen? heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with love, health and happiness k...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201324074775755?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201324074775755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201324074775755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-abang.html' title='Happy Birthday Abang'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201320547762174</id><published>2006-10-05T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:16:27.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving lessons are good!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood: Adrenalin Rush Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to see my dad drive, and i love Harleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its only natural for me to love driving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to clear the TP test. In the meantime, Cik Sani, buckle your seatbelt! I'm going to drive at 60kmh and stall your car again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201320547762174?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201320547762174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201320547762174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/driving-lessons-are-good.html' title='Driving lessons are good!!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201345949408343</id><published>2006-10-01T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:12:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's day and Happy Birthday Syafiah</title><content type='html'>October 1st....&lt;br /&gt;    I used to celebrate it with cakes and stationery from my teachers.. be it pencils with cute cartoons on it or pretty erasers that smell like fruits. I always grumble cos back then I thought that they were cheap ass gifts since they never last more than a few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Those lucky survivors would get lost in my big hefty squarish nerd bag of the 80's.. After that, schools started mass producing Children's Day gifts.. i.e: printing the school logo and its name on bags, files, sling bags and whatever children think is trendy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But now, I still do celebrate it but as a teacher. AND now I know why the teachers invest in cheap-ass gifts cos they foresee lost stationery and how irresponsible children can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this may be a very belated apology but, to all of my teachers back in 4PM, Opera Estate, and Loyang Primary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I apologise to think that your gifts were cheap-ass. I am grateful for the gifts and its always the thought that counts. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Children's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And to Syafiah, my cousin,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Study smart.&lt;br /&gt;Play hard:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201345949408343?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201345949408343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201345949408343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-childrens-day-and-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s day and Happy Birthday Syafiah'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201157084273539</id><published>2006-09-23T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:49:21.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat menjalani Ibadah Puasa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201157084273539?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201157084273539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201157084273539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/09/selamat-berpuasa.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201146340215148</id><published>2006-09-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:47:11.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Nuts and Princess kacang</title><content type='html'>Mood: Nuts deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back from Thailand, my bro and I found a can of nuts labelled "Thai Nuts".  being cheeky as always, we bought and and took pics of it.. come on... dun "Thai Nuts" tickle you the way it did me? heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Nuts.... wahahahhaha its so cute.. and its delicious too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we touched down, both of us met up with Zuri, Ain, Fizzy and Khai for dinner at Downtown East. We brought along the nuts thinking that we could share... Little did I know that Ain was 'nut crazy' cos she finished all the nice bits and left me with the broad beans and curry leaves... haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody going to Thailand? Can you get me some? Pweese...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201146340215148?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201146340215148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201146340215148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/09/thai-nuts-and-princess-kacang.html' title='Thai Nuts and Princess kacang'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116200879691796287</id><published>2006-09-04T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:38:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaWaaDeee.... Thai Girl Affair..</title><content type='html'>hmmm.... this would definitely be a very looooong novel if i were to write it.. so... I'll make this and ongoing project. will update it once i find extra time in my pocket ok...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116200879691796287?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116200879691796287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116200879691796287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/09/sawaadeee-thai-girl-affair.html' title='SaWaaDeee.... Thai Girl Affair..'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116201152707962942</id><published>2006-08-24T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:31:21.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hapy Birthday Som and Pe'eh</title><content type='html'>To my dearest friends, Suhaimi and Shafie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th and 24th birthday...&lt;br /&gt;May both of you be blessed with love, health and happiness... Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile always :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116201152707962942?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201152707962942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116201152707962942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/hapy-birthday-som-and-peeh.html' title='Hapy Birthday Som and Pe&apos;eh'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116200922964793308</id><published>2006-08-23T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:20:29.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diploma with Distinctions</title><content type='html'>Mood: Estatic, elated, maximus happiness, Bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked so hard for the past year, studying the things that i love to do most... I went through the supervisions and sat for the tests... Wrote essays and did my research and I even dance to 'My Girl' ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, alhamdullilah, I received my Diploma in Pre-School Education Teaching with 5 Distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, I'll start with my DPL and the third yr for Deg full time next year... oooo I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116200922964793308?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116200922964793308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116200922964793308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/diploma-with-distinctions.html' title='Diploma with Distinctions'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-116200929126060921</id><published>2006-08-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:40:12.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is bad... I hate quarrels.. esp in the open</title><content type='html'>Mood: heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Watch your mouth!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know this threat well don't you... i should always keep that in mind.. I didnt mean all those hurtful words i said. I know i was in the wrong.. maybe im too sensitive... sigh... Please forgive me... remember what she said at her front gate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'She's a wonderful girl'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and there i was aching to be on your good side again.. and babe, next time, lets quarrel someplace private and not by the side of the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-116200929126060921?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116200929126060921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/116200929126060921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-bad-i-hate-quarrels-esp-in.html' title='This is bad... I hate quarrels.. esp in the open'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115459705455807295</id><published>2006-08-03T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T17:24:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried for the Kids</title><content type='html'>Mood: tickled by the 'See-Me-Nots'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with my 4 yr old cousin while feeding him. The tv was apperently switch on and he started telling me about Rufus the Nickel Mall Rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe if you watch Disney Channel, you would know Kim Possible and her sidekick, Ron, has a pet named Rufus the Naked Mole Rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then if you watch abt the new starhub digital box that can record programmes and you know, the one where the girl cries saying that her husband is having an affair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my cousin started to imitate the girl even her hugging her mum and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My argument is... Children are watching way too much tv and its influencing them in their daily lives. AND it IS irritating when the kid start a sentence with 'Aww man!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115459705455807295?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459705455807295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459705455807295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/worried-for-kids.html' title='Worried for the Kids'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115459379744298192</id><published>2006-08-03T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:29:57.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theory of the Final Theory Test</title><content type='html'>mood: sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as how my brother put it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You didn't fail 6 times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you just found 6 ways to do the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~Gdin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115459379744298192?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459379744298192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459379744298192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/theory-of-final-theory-test.html' title='The Theory of the Final Theory Test'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115459268915987254</id><published>2006-08-03T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:11:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets see here</title><content type='html'>today's the 3rd of august... and a hella things happened. not only did i took a vacation from the net, 3 of my frens gave birth in july... how abt that? and... the kids i'm teaching, can finally read!! how cool is that? and yesterday was the LOVE OF MY LIFE's quarter of a century old! oops... i have to wish him in frenster.. anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   HAPPY 'QUARTER OF A CENTURY' th BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE U STILL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115459268915987254?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459268915987254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459268915987254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-see-here.html' title='lets see here'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115459288930486900</id><published>2006-08-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T16:14:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kHAIRUL...</title><content type='html'>Baby, you got my letter, and i hope you love the things i did for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u remember that day like how i did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the 9 mths together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 25th Birthday, Syg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115459288930486900?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459288930486900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115459288930486900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/08/khairul.html' title='kHAIRUL...'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115141341843469933</id><published>2006-06-20T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:16:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeybuns at City Square</title><content type='html'>Mood: Back Pack Tack Shagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai fetched me in JB after my trip and we kinda chilled. He got games.. Why are guys so obsessed with PS2 games? I NEED to learn how to play this games before he focus all his attention oh her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways... we had lunch at Kenny Rogers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4455.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4455.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped, had dessert at Secret Recipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4453.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/DSC_4453.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/DSC_4458.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4462.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/DSC_4462.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4460.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/DSC_4460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then we headed home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/DSC_4463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/DSC_4466.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have always thought its&lt;br /&gt;'TIDBITS'&lt;br /&gt;not 'TITBITS'&lt;br /&gt;so which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115141341843469933?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115141341843469933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115141341843469933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/06/honeybuns-at-city-square.html' title='Honeybuns at City Square'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115141209747867287</id><published>2006-06-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:49:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Vacation</title><content type='html'>Mood: Cool Dudette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4075.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 C. that's the Temp in Genting. Beautiful as always.&lt;br /&gt;Cik Tah, her four kids, my granmama and her sis ---&gt; my travelling buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/DSC_4439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... and the best part there was that my grandmama took the corkscrew twice with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4134.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many new rides since i last went there two years ago &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;I get to ride more than one since the last I went there. Heheh.. was pathetic I know.. We managed to take almost all the rides. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; the most memorable one I had was the Giant Carousel Swing. I took some pics while I was ON the swing, grandmama took my picture once I was OFF the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;ON THE SWING &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;OFF THE SWING&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I did not Puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways.. for an expenses paid for vacation, it did have the downside... Imagine being in breathtaking view of Genting with misty clouds surrounding you, cool temperature, great food and company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. I DID say breathtaking view right? Here's my fantastic view from my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_4023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_4023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genting Vacation Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115141209747867287?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115141209747867287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115141209747867287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/06/genting-vacation.html' title='Genting Vacation'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115140998976059791</id><published>2006-06-09T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:18:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try This....</title><content type='html'>A few of my close friends have been asked to try this. Do try it... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you say '&lt;/span&gt;gullible&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' SLOW enough,&lt;br /&gt;it would sound like '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;if you tried saying it, i salute you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115140998976059791?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115140998976059791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115140998976059791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/06/try-this.html' title='Try This....'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115140950982151612</id><published>2006-06-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:07:38.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iqah and Ain's Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Mood: Tripped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Geminis had a joint birthday bash at the Costa Sands resort. Darwish joined in the celebrations since he was just circumcised. There were many beautiful ppl and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_3468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_3468.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a kid in a sarong.. heeheh He couldn't stop jumping over drains and steps. i'm wondering... why do i hear stories about guys going thru this awful phase where their parents have to hold them down while they scream in pain but yet this small kid's only complaint was when he said 'Ow!' while the doc injected his tinkie winkie.. HAH.. Don't think there's a winkie anymore aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, there are loads of food, BBQ and a game called 'Lets shake the water container and drop it!'&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... my blue water container broke. Will source for a new one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the evening, the two princesses cut they chocolate goodness cake. Dah besar pun nie dua anak dara... Anak Ayam and Chimpeng.. khehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/DSC_3566.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad nobody wanted to sabo Iqah... Takut dia meletup. but she looks so pretty. so takmuh kacau. But I'm kinda irritated that Khai had BBQ-ed all night long.. *whines* (you're supposed to be by my side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night, I had to entertain a few aunts, neneks, lil cousins. Sat down to eat great food and then ketawa sampai pecah perut when Abg Bob came... It was like Comedy Night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few jokes such as....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Zero say to Eight?&lt;br /&gt;Why do Zebras have long necks?&lt;br /&gt;Why is Nine afraid of Seven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it... answer in my Blurps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elementary jokes aside, we had barrels of laughs from jokes that are race, religion, sex and age sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, at 3am, we went home. Abg had to send Nassar, Khai, Abg Bob home... And the laughter didnt end there. Esp when Abg Bob let go of the brake pedal of an MPV with 4 guys and a shrieking girl on a slope. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_3770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/DSC_3770.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Four Barrelful of Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115140950982151612?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115140950982151612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115140950982151612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/06/iqah-and-ains-birthday-bash.html' title='Iqah and Ain&apos;s Birthday Bash'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-115140710789952197</id><published>2006-06-02T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:18:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Iqah</title><content type='html'>Happy 21st Birthday Iqah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you always be blessed in health and happiness always.&lt;br /&gt;despite our differences, sibling rivalries, you're still my lil sister.&lt;br /&gt;Our growing up years have been really difficult but its all sincerely done to help you be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile always, grumble less and treat ppl nicely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-115140710789952197?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115140710789952197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/115140710789952197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-iqah.html' title='Happy birthday Iqah'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114914171894780729</id><published>2006-06-01T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:01:58.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY!! Its been HALF A YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with this bugger on msn and he kept saying that relationships don't last. And it just hit me that TODAY is my 7th month with Khai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have surpassed my 'jinxed 6mths'. Usually my relationship wld falter from the 5th mth and goes kaputz in the 6th. But in this, we're still going strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hey Baby!! I MISS U MORE THAN EVER NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah.... more than half a year already. time sure passes by faster when you are having the time of your life.&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/5591114-114914171894780729?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114914171894780729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114914171894780729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-its-been-half-year.html' title='OH MY!! Its been HALF A YEAR!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114888775452884485</id><published>2006-05-29T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:54:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>Mood: Lonely in a Chalet room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been nearly a month since I wrote here.. but its excusable. This whole mth of May was dedicated to my preparation to graduate from my present education course. I've spent my afternoons at a kindergarten and you don't know how much I miss playing with children. Hahaha!! especially listening to their out-of-this-world questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im in this chalet at downtowneast with nothing to do and thinking about the 4 tickets i have for free admission to Wild Wild Wet or Escape Theme park. Khai has never been to these places before so do u think he would like it if I  bring him over. Its been a week since i seen him and i miss him terribly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114888775452884485?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114888775452884485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114888775452884485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114679717564607209</id><published>2006-05-05T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T10:47:12.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Truth hurt the heart that means the world to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tears smears the face i kiss each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Things done would he forgive me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Love me still till my very last day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hail the love story the world has ever known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Regardless the smear, tension and frown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Trading fear for the price of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How much gold would you ever sow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114679717564607209?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114679717564607209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114679717564607209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114595405468828481</id><published>2006-04-25T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:34:14.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a month</title><content type='html'>Mood: Time spent well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mth of missing him. Paid back in 2 weeks. Worth every sec. Thus no blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... A few announcments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the Graduates of Visual Arts in Nafa..&lt;br /&gt;A rose for every lady, A praise for every man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to My Dearest Shifa.... WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your gifts Mr Bigmo.. Love you and more for that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114595405468828481?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595405468828481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595405468828481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/04/half-month.html' title='Half a month'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114595376932621269</id><published>2006-04-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:29:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm Falling in Love All over Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114595376932621269?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595376932621269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595376932621269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114595355973788250</id><published>2006-03-30T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:28:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Can't.Wait.Any.Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He is coming home.&lt;br /&gt;So soon.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see his smile.&lt;br /&gt;Barely a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;I can't contain this elation.&lt;br /&gt;He's coming home to me.&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114595355973788250?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595355973788250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595355973788250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/icantwaitanylonger.html' title='I.Can&apos;t.Wait.Any.Longer'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114595350963190985</id><published>2006-03-25T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:25:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sock Heaven</title><content type='html'>Mood: exasperated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem: I will lose one side of sock for every pair of sock I put in the Washing Machine and I can't figure out where they go. Don't you have this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory: When the spin cycle is on, it creates a vortex that sucks in that 1 side of sock to Sock Heaven where there are enormous heaps of socks weeping for their partner stuck in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114595350963190985?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595350963190985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114595350963190985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/sock-heaven.html' title='Sock Heaven'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114318539420412152</id><published>2006-03-21T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:19:48.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cik Lan</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Cik Lan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly enjoyed your party. And I didnt know our family could rock the dance floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahhahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccies in my albums&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114318539420412152?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114318539420412152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114318539420412152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-cik-lan.html' title='Happy Birthday Cik Lan'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114318497844317806</id><published>2006-03-20T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:18:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man's Good..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I missed my Sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114318497844317806?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114318497844317806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114318497844317806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mans-good.html' title='My Man&apos;s Good..'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114318490994410656</id><published>2006-03-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:16:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo.Digeridoo.How Do You Do?</title><content type='html'>Mood: Enlightened about short-sighted Rhinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go to the zoo for 2 days straight?&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to get drenched in rain on both the days?&lt;br /&gt;Would you take millions of pictures when you are in the zoo?&lt;br /&gt;Would you enjoy singing 'I like to move it, move it' in the lemur enclosure?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be attracted to cute little animals smaller than your palm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all answers are yes, YOU would be ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday were Zoo Days for me. And ooooh boy do I miss the zoo.. its been aeons since I visited the zoo. Back then even the lion's had big retro hairdos. Months before Khai flew off, I kept saying that I missed the zoo and he promised to bring me free of charge. But my dad got the complimentary card [Corporate Friends of the Zoo card] in the month that Khai would be transversing over the European countryside, which could admit 4 persons at a time so all I could do was pounce on the offer. Its not that I don't wanna go with my honeybee but opportunity has presented itself on a glittery rainbow-coloured platter. Anyway, I could just go for a recce.. check things out, which parts to go.. right baby? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the first day, Darwish, Nasyatul, their parents and maid came along with me.. We only reached the zoo about 3.30pm, two and half hours before it closes.. Not my fault.. I blame it on my extended environment. And instead of doing a fast game on visiting the animals, we visited Colonel Sanders first. Energized the body with crunchy pieces of chicken parts dipped in flour batter and fried in a vat of hot oil. Yummy you'd say.. Fatty indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards we marched to the polar bear enclosure and just when I thought we could sea the lions, the kids saw the horse drawn carriage. $8 for an adult.. Freaking expensive. We ended up in that carriage pulled by a horse named Jones which was foaming at the mouth because he was in 'racing' mode. Thats what the guide told us. It could be dangerous being pulled by a rabid horse. I can just imagine Need For Speed Horse Version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I trusted Darwish with the map and he directed us to the Snake Enclosure [all this when he held the map upside down] Thats where we got caught in the rain so we ended up looking at snakes eating dead mice. There were even other interesting creatures like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_1840.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_1840.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck for the rest of the day so we came out from the zoo only about 5.30pm and thats already closing time.  kinda sucks that we didnt get to see much in the zoo. but i'm going again tmr but this time with Iqa and Ayi.. Gonna be fun I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114318490994410656?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114318490994410656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114318490994410656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/zoodigeridoohow-do-you-do.html' title='Zoo.Digeridoo.How Do You Do?'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114340011400873431</id><published>2006-03-18T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:08:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nisha</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dearest Shirin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Years i've known you and it amazes me the things that I've learnt from you.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the shoulder I cried on,&lt;br /&gt;The strength I gather from,&lt;br /&gt;The muse I create from,&lt;br /&gt;The smile I cherish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share the same taste in men,&lt;br /&gt;scents, colours, chocolates, thoughts&lt;br /&gt;We even share aniversary mths [u know what I mean]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are, I'm there for you&lt;br /&gt;Love Live, Smile Always&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with Happiness, Love and always always be surrounded by the people you love by Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nishzmi From KhaiLyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114340011400873431?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114340011400873431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114340011400873431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-nisha.html' title='Happy Birthday Nisha'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114256808214160553</id><published>2006-03-16T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T15:29:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mum's Operation</title><content type='html'>Mood: Obsessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who knew about it, she's doing fine. She came back like a hibernating bear cub. But with my old crutches at my grandaunt's place, the only thing I could think of to help her walk was her old hockey stick. That thing has done her good and the best part was she flipped and flopped around with it. She ended up hopping all the way home. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother went for an operation to remove a cyst or growth beside her right ankle. It was just a minor affair but she got 2 weeks off for it. That means she'll be at home for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and get this... she had to clear her leave so she took 1 more week immediately after that MC.. Whoopedoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114256808214160553?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114256808214160553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114256808214160553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mums-operation.html' title='My Mum&apos;s Operation'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114227849460805391</id><published>2006-03-14T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:34:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Syed Fared</title><content type='html'>Happy 24th Birthday Syed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with health and happiness always. Love will always come your way if you be patient. Smile always and don't be too shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy your day among your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet up one day with Wak ok? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Small beautiful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114227849460805391?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114227849460805391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114227849460805391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-syed-fared.html' title='Happy Birthday Syed Fared'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114226417868971436</id><published>2006-03-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:29:35.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Smell. My Dream</title><content type='html'>Mood: Drunk over perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me a video of our memories together as a going away present and he sprayed his perfume on the paper.. I love his smell.. on that paper, he wrote a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love-lorned heart dreads..&lt;br /&gt;Time be my enemy..&lt;br /&gt;If I may I'd fight this demon just to have you in my sight..&lt;br /&gt;But alas its boundless like how I hold you dear in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tear I'd keep in a vial, I'd hang around my neck..&lt;br /&gt;Till I get to have them dry on your cheeks as tears of joy upon my coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be hearty for I'm not gone away..&lt;br /&gt;Just closer to thy heart..&lt;br /&gt;Know that every morrow sun brings us closer though space and time separates..&lt;br /&gt;I love and hold you dear in thine..&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart and soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Khairul~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114226417868971436?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114226417868971436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114226417868971436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/his-smell-my-dream.html' title='His Smell. My Dream'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114227699815394220</id><published>2006-03-12T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:11:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Suria and Adnan</title><content type='html'>Congratulations on your wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that u have wedded bliss for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed and surrounded with health,&lt;br /&gt;happiness and the people that you love&lt;br /&gt;in generations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Liyana~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114227699815394220?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114227699815394220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114227699815394220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-suria-and-adnan.html' title='To Suria and Adnan'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114201614832506948</id><published>2006-03-11T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:08:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heard his voice and I cried</title><content type='html'>Mood: Smiling thru tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 24 hrs, he smsed me saying the he just reached his hotel. Then a day later he called. He called me. From Germany..  Now thats a very big thing where all things cost twice as much as here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he called me, I cried..  It wasn't because that i;m sad.. its just that I'm overjoyed at hearing his voice. everyday without fail for the past 5 mths, I've heard him before i go to bed and now, it just makes me restless.. And i definitly cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me it was cold, he's freezing and here i am in sunny singapore being a housewife to my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how I miss him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114201614832506948?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201614832506948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201614832506948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heard-his-voice-and-i-cried.html' title='I heard his voice and I cried'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114222627569674999</id><published>2006-03-10T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:45:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jalal</title><content type='html'>Happy 25th Birthday Jalal!&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;and be blessed with health,&lt;br /&gt;happiness and love always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always&lt;br /&gt;Cos i still remember you're the first guy to give me flowers. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114222627569674999?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114222627569674999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114222627569674999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-jalal.html' title='Happy Birthday Jalal'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114201611780066161</id><published>2006-03-09T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:39:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried sick for my Baby</title><content type='html'>Mood: Worried sick.. Literally sick with a temp of 39.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 22 hrs since he left.. I've not heard him since. Eventhough the class was a small diversion abt my thoughts and worries, I'm starting to fret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is he? Is he in Germany yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114201611780066161?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201611780066161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201611780066161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/worried-sick-for-my-baby.html' title='Worried sick for my Baby'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114201605330303792</id><published>2006-03-08T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:34:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I... wish I was going too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Puffy Eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying the past few days.. dreading this day. Last night, I was already tearing at our taxi stand while he told me to take care of myself. I hugged him so tight while I secretly cried into his neck. I tried my hardest not to let my tears roll down but the dam just burst. I couldn't stop crying when the first tear fell and he just hugged me again. Taxis drove, stopped and then continued on their way again since their services were of no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just stood there crying and promising each other take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I sent him off, his whole family was there. I turned down his mum's offer to take a family picture with the whole family. My refusal was mainly to the fact that I'm not family yet. InsyaAllah, one day. Even though I looked calm, i was crying inside. B will be away for a mth in cold Germany. I was fretting abt his food, his warmth.. Every minute that ticked by till he walks thru the gate seems so long and deep inside it could stretch even longer so he'd still be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt even dare to hold hands because of his parents.  I was just scared that he's get reprimanded for it. By 10pm, he kissed his grandma goodbye, salam all his relatives, cried in his parent's embraced and hugged his gd friends tight. But at 10.15pm, we walked slowly to the gate side by side which felt so far apart. It was so heavy this feeling and we stood in front of the glass. He made me promise to eat properly and when he turned to face me, he told me not to cry. And he kissed my forehead and hugged me in full view of his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final smile and he crossed the security line. He called me to the glass and kissed it before he winked and smiled.  Thats my Khai. Thats when the dam broke again.  Eyeliner ran, tissue floss on my eyelid and his Dad calling to me to say that he's waving. Goodbyes are really hard. 1 mth till he comes home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm missing him already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114201605330303792?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201605330303792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201605330303792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/wish-i-wish-i-was-going-too.html' title='Wish I... wish I was going too'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114201603057603667</id><published>2006-03-06T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:30:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Bags are Packed... NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the chalet, khai came home with me and he fell asleep on the floor in my living room. I slept on the sofa and my brother sprawled in his own bed. Aisam just left us there while he played Rakion. About 2 hrs later, my dad came home and I prepared him some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If i knew the chalet was going to be this exhausting, I'll give it a miss but it was all worth it. I came by Khai's place to help him pack. I thought it be easy you know like folding up his clothes and stuffing it all in the bag. but no.... He didnt even have his stuff ready. I ended up cleaning his room. I feel so much like maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that he says he knows what is going into his luggage but in actual fact he doesn't?  He didnt't even have a checklist that he follows. I would have been pulling my hair if my things are not packed when i'll be flying off in a matter of 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's flying, I'm panicking. He's cool, I'm worried. He's shaven bald, I'm pulling my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114201603057603667?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201603057603667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201603057603667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/his-bags-are-packed-not.html' title='His Bags are Packed... NOT!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114201596454965646</id><published>2006-03-05T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:09:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Overly Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the highlight of the month of March. We waited for a whole month for this chalet. Finally its here woot! 3 days 2 nights away from home. Just like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; holiday but the only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; difference was that I had to cook. Initially, we planned for a potluck over at my place for some shisha and movie to send Khai off to Germany but it ended with this chalet which, to me, was even better. I get to spend some time with him without worrying if he would be late to take the last train home. I guess, I was dreading the day that he would fly off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, after a month of planning and a whole day of superb marketing, the plan was executed perfectly with a few minor hiccups such as Abang getting lost in the Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmonwealth area. The itinery for the day right after checking in was to drive to Nish's place to get her marcaroni goreng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she left behind, then to her friend's place to get these olive dip thats so delicious when u eat it with french toast. After that, off to Commonwealth to get the 5 kg of chicken wings and the satay for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the BBQ, pick Khai up from Redhill then back to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hiccup only started after a break and a few ice kacang at Commonwealth because one wrong turn and we ended up at Lornie road instead of Redhill. [For those who are unfamiliar, thats really really really far.] Then after that, we just couldn't get out of the CBD area. Shee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sh.. I wonder if its true that all Singapore roads lead to Orchard Road. This always happens if my Dad or Bro drives. Or prolly they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; are just men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got back, everybody rushed to start the steam boat.. Khai had to marinate the chicken, the girls started the steamboat. Just imagine if we all lived in the same house if we behaved like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/IMG_6163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/IMG_6163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Khai's marinate was superb. And I'm not saying this because his my boyfriend. I can't believe this.. the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; words 'My boyfriend' rolls so easily over my tongue in this relationship.. My Boyfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/IMG_6159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/IMG_6159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the story, it was an amazing steam boat. we were missing a few stuff but it was fun cooking.. Especially changing the dialouge of Dimensi 4 on Suria. Frankly speaking, the show isnt scary at all but I don;t know why they have those Parental Guidance thingy.. its just a waste of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we cleaned up and everything, we set of to Geylang to buy.... jeng jeng jeng....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/IMG_6227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/200/IMG_6227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DURIANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haaah! durian party lah beb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We came back around 3am from Geylang after buying $22 worth of durians cos Abg got lost again around that area. It was fulfilling.. Abt half a year not peeling and eating durains. there were so much of it that 1/3 of the durians were left over for the next day. And guess who peeled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/IMG_6234.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/IMG_6234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right after waking up and sending the guys to work or school, we peeled them cos Fiza couldn't stand the smell of it. hehehhe She don't know what she's missing.. So during the day, the 3 girls became housewives... haha. We prepared the 5kg of stingray, the chicken and everything needed for the BBQ. The menu goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pari Panggang with sambal chilli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Khai's marinated chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Huge prawns with coriander and garlic butter&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Squids with sambal kicap chilli padi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KFC Chicken thanks to Khai's Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satay from Cik Man's Wangi Stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hotdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fishball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vegetable Kebab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut fruits [this is the first health concious BBQ I've been to]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;free flow of fruit punch and calamansi juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And because there was an overwhelming amount of food, we called anybody we know. Thanks Mr Majid, Zaza and friends, My bros and Hayqal, Abg Sheikh,  Dawood and Fiza's Bro Hafiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/IMG_6336.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/IMG_6336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BBQ nya sukses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5591114-114201596454965646?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201596454965646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201596454965646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/03/chalet.html' title='Chalet!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114201576260202563</id><published>2006-02-28T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:36:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February Summarized</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In this month of February, Khai had his examinations.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I had my month of holiday from school.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I met up with more of Khai's friends.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I also started work which lasted for 16 days due to uncompromising agreements about my tudung.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I finally celebrated Valentine's Day with a boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I celebrated my Mum's birthday in JB with a dinner at Secret Recipes. Super Cheap!!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;met up with Nisha and Fiza and getting overly excited about our chalet.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I realised that February is such a short month.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Khai misses me alot more during his examination week to the extent of surprising me at work. Awww... so sweet and lovable of him&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Cik Jam had a chalet at Downtown east and met up again with a few family members.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Misses Khai even more&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats about it.. Chalet!! Here we come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114201576260202563?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201576260202563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114201576260202563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-summarized.html' title='February Summarized'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-114209786649776414</id><published>2006-02-26T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:24:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang Serai Closed</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last weekend that Geylang Serai would operate. Nish, Abang and I were there to witness the last of the familiar sight. Although we had a bargain buying huge prawns and 5kg of stingray, I would sorely miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kittens playing in the gutters.&lt;br /&gt;the fishy water that gets into your sandals..&lt;br /&gt;The familiar makciks that sells kuihs at the side.&lt;br /&gt;The chendol that I crave everytime I go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this will be gone. In 3 years time, a new market will open, minus the smell, the rodents, the familiar path I used to take with my parents every grocery day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Pasar Geylang Serai.. really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-114209786649776414?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114209786649776414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/114209786649776414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/02/geylang-serai-closed.html' title='Geylang Serai Closed'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929413811267761</id><published>2006-02-07T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:22:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Many Fireworks</title><content type='html'>Mood: Wide-Eyed kiddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 6th time in 2006 (its only the 7th of February so for those who failed maths, its only 38 days into 2006) I am yet again an audience to a fireworks display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;New Year Display&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chinese New Year Eve/Imran's Birthday&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The daily display for the Lunar New Year caught with Khai at the 'Chopsticks'&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Towards Suntec City while shopping with my parents&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;On the way home from Ang Mo Kio on benjamin Sheares Bridge&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Last day of the Chinese New Year&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Thats a whole lot of fireworks man.. But it still leaves me awed and child-like. I just LOVE fireworks.. The beating of the sounds in my heart, with the sky lit like a rainbow fire. Its just too magical. Just like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929413811267761?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929413811267761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929413811267761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/02/many-many-fireworks.html' title='Many Many Fireworks'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929514057666370</id><published>2006-02-05T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:50:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Siti Hawa and Farhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations on your wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that u have wedded bliss for all of time.&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed and surrounded with health,&lt;br /&gt;happiness and the people that you love&lt;br /&gt;in generations to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya'Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Liyana~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929514057666370?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929514057666370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929514057666370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-siti-hawa-and-farhan.html' title='To Siti Hawa and Farhan'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929518248805181</id><published>2006-01-31T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:23:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>For those celebrating, Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the others, Wheepee!! Long Holiday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929518248805181?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929518248805181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929518248805181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929411912277881</id><published>2006-01-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:45:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Imran</title><content type='html'>Happy 24th Birthday Imran!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true, be blessed with health and happiness and always be among the people that you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe you're so old already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope You had a grreat day with us at the esplanade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929411912277881?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929411912277881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929411912277881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-imran.html' title='Happy Birthday Imran'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929421040611392</id><published>2006-01-26T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:10:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imran's bday dinner</title><content type='html'>Mood: Filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last minute, Nish and I decided to surprise Imran for his birthday 2 days in advance. We roped in both the boyfriends and my bro for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Venue: Amirah's Grill's Private Function Room.&lt;br /&gt;The Date: 6.30pm on the 26th January.&lt;br /&gt;The Surprise-ors: Nish, Me, Azmi, Khai and Gdin&lt;br /&gt;The Total Surprisee: Our Darling, Imran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im walked through the door and we shouted 'Surprise', his jaw practically dropped. It really did. His eyes then disappears behind that beautiful braced smile of his while he jumped for joy. It was exhilirating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was a spread and it was definitely sumptuous. For $20 for a 3 course meal, it was worth it. Lots and lots of photos [Outings Album] and we watch a great movie. everybody just collasped in the sofas while shisha-ing and having a good time chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Imran thoroughly enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: For a 3 course meal the bill came to $105 for 5 ppl. Some of which included steaks, seafood platter, complete with dips and desserts and Shisha. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929421040611392?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929421040611392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929421040611392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/imrans-bday-dinner.html' title='Imran&apos;s bday dinner'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929472938497617</id><published>2006-01-24T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:44:01.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nasyatul</title><content type='html'>Happy 8th Birthday Nasyatul Myldha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true, be blessed with health and happiness and always be among the people that you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love&lt;br /&gt;Kak nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929472938497617?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929472938497617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929472938497617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-nasyatul.html' title='Happy Birthday Nasyatul'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929475920499413</id><published>2006-01-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T01:54:22.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance</title><content type='html'>Mood: Stage Fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance that we had to present to the class finally arrived. I was ill prepared since my antibodies have been having a vacation. but luckily for me, I learn fast. Although it was a wee bit smaller than expected and I crashed into a chair, it went pretty well. Its fantastic to see all these mommas dancing to techno and kiddy songs.. utterly cute. I love the one when we had to help Nora and Yati for their number. I got really hooked on their song. A Muppet song called Carribean Amphibian. Love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock It!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929475920499413?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929475920499413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929475920499413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/performance.html' title='Performance'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929461432939364</id><published>2006-01-22T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T01:44:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasyatul and Darwish's birthday party</title><content type='html'>Mood: Hyped  for a Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two hobbits were at my place for the start of the weekend. Like any normal stay over, they get to sleep in and be showered with all attention from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation that we had turned to birthdays since it's Nasyatul's bday coming up on the 24th and it just breaks my heart when i got to know that she thought that her mum was too busy to spend it with her. I had to reassure her that she hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So around the afternoon, I got the signal to get over to her place but since it was raining hippos, Abang had to drive really slowly. And to make it even better, he got lost somewhere around Ang Mo Kio ave 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got there about 1 and half hours later than expected. The best part was walking to the house and Atul wondering why there were so many shoes. It was priceless the look on her face when they shouted 'Surprise!' . She just turned to me and ask, 'why didn't you tell me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we over 15 kids high on sucrose. the food was good, the kids were loud. What more could you want from a birthday party.. The games that we played were great cos some of the adults that participated just couldn't differentiate between Batman, Superman and Ultraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed myself since Khai was with me. By the way, Darwish received a drumset and Atul received a piano and my uncle received an advance present, a sleek black electric guitar. We ended the night jamming to U2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929461432939364?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929461432939364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929461432939364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/nasyatul-and-darwishs-birthday-party.html' title='Nasyatul and Darwish&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929467985143350</id><published>2006-01-21T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:49:23.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cik Jam and Cik Siti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations on your wedding reception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that u have wedded bliss for all of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you be blessed and surrounded with health, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happiness and the people that you love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in generations to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Insya'Allah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Liyana~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929467985143350?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929467985143350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929467985143350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-cik-jam-and-cik-siti.html' title='To Cik Jam and Cik Siti'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929464309025997</id><published>2006-01-20T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:42:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nur Rasyidah</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday NUr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true, be blessed with health and happiness and always be among the people that you love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929464309025997?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929464309025997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929464309025997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-nur-rasyidah.html' title='Happy Birthday Nur Rasyidah'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929432695139985</id><published>2006-01-14T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:17:26.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Outing</title><content type='html'>Mood: Kent Ridged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An introduction of new boyfriends and girlfriends to the people in the group.&lt;br /&gt;Announcements thats important to take note of.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended with Abg driving the car and had dinner at Tanjong Pagar with Im, Nish, Mr RockWall, Fiza, Shar and Su. Since Fir Iqbal is no longer there and taken over by another seafood stall, we made do with what we have. It was a superbly hearty meal. We took plenty of pictures and as always cam whoring was the agenda of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dinner, Khai suggested we drive to Kent Ridge since I have never been there before. So everyone piled into a 7 seater. [count how many people were present] It was practically a squeeze. lots of juxtaposed pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery there was amazing with lots of little lights and it was pretty dark. Abg sent most of them home but when we were at Jurong, Imran just had to get stuck in between the seats. I don;t know how he even manage to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it up in the pics.. he was caught on camera. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, it was fun spending the night with worthy friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929432695139985?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929432695139985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929432695139985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/group-outing.html' title='Group Outing'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929400701732081</id><published>2006-01-11T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:41:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Najeeha</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Naj!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true, be blessed with health and happiness and always be among the people that you love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929400701732081?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929400701732081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929400701732081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-najeeha.html' title='Happy Birthday Najeeha'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113929429289970406</id><published>2006-01-10T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:16:11.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Buddies</title><content type='html'>Mood: Satiated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for dinner at sakura.. kinda like a double date. Was my first time meeting Mr RockWall.. He seem pretty good. and they look good. I hope she's serious this time. Or else I'll spank her. OOps.. lesbain moment. Im joined us and he looks so cool. thats the thing i really love about him. Everyone loves him and so do I. And to think back abt the first time I can ever remmeber about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking back about the 3 of us. We were from 3 different groups altogether floating around in circles of friends but after 11 yrs, we ended up where we are. I would never have thought abt being close to them but eventually I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to good company and and good future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics are up in Outings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113929429289970406?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929429289970406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113929429289970406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinner-with-buddies.html' title='Dinner with Buddies'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113696237570818851</id><published>2006-01-09T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:52:55.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainy Days....</title><content type='html'>Mood: Curled up in my comforter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been raining these past few days... And I really do mean raining...&lt;br /&gt;The sidewalk has not been dry even for 15 mins before the rain pours again..&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking in winter wear like jackets, woolen shirts, thick socks and shawls wrapped around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I caught a cold.. A nasty cold and it affected my immune system which produce natural body heat as part of its job scope...&lt;br /&gt;With a leaking nose, teary eyes and bulked up under all these fashion disaster in a supposedly sunny Singapore, I was awarded with a few perplexed stares on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I should be the one staring at those who wear spaghetti straps and shorts or just less fabric in this unforgiving weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel the icy cold winds?&lt;br /&gt;what do u have for heat?&lt;br /&gt;blubber as skin?&lt;br /&gt;Or do the make up you wear so thick insulate you?&lt;br /&gt;oh wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;Did you buy the new compact heater from GE and stuff it in your tiny handbags?&lt;br /&gt;Could you buy me one in case this sort of weather hit Singapore again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrr... *Aaah-choot* (wipes nose in a dramatic display of nose blowing)&lt;br /&gt;its Freezing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tip for the scrawny: wear something warm and thick lest the wind will blow you away without the extra weight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113696237570818851?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113696237570818851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113696237570818851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/rainy-days.html' title='The Rainy Days....'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113696106748398382</id><published>2006-01-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:39:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nora</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Nora!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams come true, be blessed with health and happiness and always be among the people that you love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoped you had a spectacular fun while your day was celebrated with the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113696106748398382?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113696106748398382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113696106748398382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-nora.html' title='Happy Birthday Nora'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113600526223293408</id><published>2006-01-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:28:30.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2006</title><content type='html'>Mood: Nothing beats a fireworks display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/DSC_4699.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few years, I've held a movie marathon over at my place to usher in the new year. Friends would come over and we'll cook something and watch movies all the way till midnight, wish each other a New Year, then continue watching the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year however, I was at the Esplanade with a group of my brother's friends, my 2 lil cousin - Darwish and Nasyatul, their maid and Mr Charming.. khai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro said we looked like a complete family of parents, 2 children and a maid. HAH! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda milled around form 11.30 pm waiting for the the display to start. It seems that the whole foreign constrution sector were at the esplanade. From China, Indonesia and Bangladesh... It was kinda scary pushing your way through just to get the kids balloons. And what's with the snow makers? it stings the eyes. Luckily, Khai is like brick wall (you know its in a good way and that i still love you baby... ;p) cos he just moved and the crowd parted.. khehahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed that we didn't get to hear the countdown cos suddenly, the first fireworks exploded... By then, Darwish was already sitting on my bro's shoulders playing with his hair, Nasyatul was hugging the maid tightly cos she didn't know the sound would be that loud and I didn't have any more kids to hang on to.. at which Khai warmly opened his arms in invitation.. hehehehhe miang aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I held on tight, kissed his chin and wished him a New Year and watched the spectacular display. It gives me such a high watching fireworks and I never get tired of it... the best part is receiving kisses on the head .. sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly.. sharing a special day with someone you love is fantasmic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*etching the whole experince in my heart...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113600526223293408?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600526223293408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600526223293408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-2006.html' title='Welcome 2006'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113600522506254400</id><published>2005-12-31T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:43:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/newyear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/newyear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The New Year Is Coming..&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours time,&lt;br /&gt;2006 will come forth,&lt;br /&gt;with a splash of fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a renewed faith,&lt;br /&gt;the new year comes,&lt;br /&gt;with a love that blossomed,&lt;br /&gt;tight in a handful embrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement can't be content...&lt;br /&gt;In a can of Joy,&lt;br /&gt;But in a burst of Laughter,&lt;br /&gt;And a crowd of Merry makers... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Liyana~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113600522506254400?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600522506254400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600522506254400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113600519670016647</id><published>2005-12-29T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:34:13.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring That Started It All</title><content type='html'>Mood: Perplexed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crystal ring about 0.5cm in diameter set in silver which I have worn eversince.. Apparently, some people thought that I am engaged. One or two family member did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, if I am engaged, shouldn't my family know about it first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my crystals and gold and diamonds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to wear them (not all at the same time cos i'm not an Anak Mami Jarum) does it mean im engaged/married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people, women nowadays are independent.. a ring does not signify a marital status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I am engaged, insyaAllah, you guys will know about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113600519670016647?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600519670016647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600519670016647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/ring-that-started-it-all.html' title='The Ring That Started It All'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113696373001971996</id><published>2005-12-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:49:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Question</title><content type='html'>Tots: Surrounded by Dumbass Professionals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, The Straits Times did a survey on several working professional in Raffles. They asked a few general knowledge questions and out of 100, only 3 could answer all of them correctly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the simple Questions...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many legs does an ant has?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 6&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass Ans: It depends.. [depends on what? if you stepped on it? or maybe it fell into a vat of toxic waste and grew 3 more legs on its forehead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many planets are there in our solar system?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: 9 - Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune and Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass Ans: 12  [12?  wait let me guess.... Sun, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto and MyAnus .. wkahahkhakahkahakhahka]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is photosynthesis?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Its the process by which plants make food.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass Ans: has it got to do with photos? [Mampos! nampak sah CamWhore!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the chemical name for salt?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Sodium Chloride&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass Ans: salt lah.. can't remember so long already grad from sec sch.. [ what can you remember? and how ancient can you be?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!!! Professional with these kinda answers... And these are the people that might have kids in the very near future. I'd say... please send your kids to a gd school... what a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgive you if you can't answer this next question correctly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the ultimate non-answerable question... drumroll pls.... drrrrrrrrrr]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where's Wally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you ask yourself 'Who's Wally?' pls hitchike with the next alien spaceship that comes our way.. prolly you could even see the 13th planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113696373001971996?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113696373001971996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113696373001971996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/ultimate-question_28.html' title='The Ultimate Question'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113600422806939564</id><published>2005-12-25T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:22:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays and such</title><content type='html'>Mood: Fun Filled Activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about having your holidays is that you just occupied your time with lots of activities. Going out to different places and exploring... Especially when you enjoy the company of some friends or a certain someone. Relaxing by the beach, watching a laser show, sharing a meal or just read a book and a cup a latte in a cafe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even taking a bus ride home is exciting. [yours truly don't take buses cos she'll likely to end up throwing up her stomach content.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have watched a few films, a play, a performance, an exhibition and a few picnics in the past 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a forecast, I have at least 2 weeks more of holidays.... ehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;I should start arming myself with a tourist map of Singapore so I can fill my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113600422806939564?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600422806939564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600422806939564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-and-such.html' title='Holidays and such'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113600434998846142</id><published>2005-12-20T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:08:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>Mood: Wonderfully Surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 5 days for it to totally sink it. But it all started that like a psychotic nightmare cos he told me he was late and got me to walk along to the Singapore River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkening light, it was really eerie. Then I got to wait for him with my eyes closed.. I was totally prepared to be strangled. hehahahahha berdentam dentum hati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abihtu bau bunga macam frangipani... how would u feel when u smell a sickly sweet smelling flower in the evening at the singapore river? Tak macam nak lari lintang pukang? until he kissed me on the head and wished me Happy Birthday. He looked so smart and handsome in the shirt. *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time someone surprised me with a bouquet of liles.. When he passed me the bouquet, he kissed me again on the head and sprang out this sinfully deliciously chocolate mousse cake from SweetSecret.. or something... And for some reason, he made me lose all control of my limbs so he fed me the cake... it was with a lighted candle AT the Singapore River where the BREEZE made it really hard for his poor lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was it.. a special simple birthday with the one i've fallen for at the place where we first shared a moment. I was already happy, soaking in everything and looking at him smile... Eventhough it made me uncomfortable initially since its been a long time since someone looked at me that way. And another surprised bubbled up. From his bag, he took out this big package wrapped in a translucent paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was giggling and shocked frankly... it didn't hit me that all these were my gifts [read:plural]. The last time I had multiple gifts from someone was from Nish... and that was a year ago. I could still remember it vividly. From the wrapper, I saw this rainbow coloured silk pashmina shawl which in turn wrapped another black oriental wool pashmina shawl with a red embroidered border which in turn wrapped ANOTHER beautifully intricately designed gold cashmere pashmina shawl... [breathe in.. breathe out.... oooh cannot tahan... too much surprise.] I loved the last shawl the most.. but it didnt stop there... the last shawl wrapped one of my fondest chilhood memory... which is a HUGE box of Almond Roca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This from a person that was just beginning to get to know me barely 20 days ago and who actually LISTENED to my ramblings... my thoughts... How could you not fall in love for this darling of mine? aaaww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks Baby.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/kissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113600434998846142?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600434998846142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113600434998846142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-birthday-surprise.html' title='My Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113493304517368657</id><published>2005-12-19T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:10:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eruption of Chaos</title><content type='html'>Mood: Blushing like a baboon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks, I have been blushing like a baboon literally.. cos my classmate of mommies have been teasing me abt Mr Charming. I feel so shy... hehahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions flew like burning ash. I think they just have so much fun seeing me blush.. its like sitting on the Hot Seat 3 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me just announce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Attached and i'm proud to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehhehehehheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113493304517368657?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113493304517368657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113493304517368657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/eruption-of-chaos.html' title='An Eruption of Chaos'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113493075977449344</id><published>2005-12-14T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T02:32:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Maslinda!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you also be blessed with health and happiness always.:)&lt;br /&gt;Smile always&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for your comments about you know who ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113493075977449344?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113493075977449344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113493075977449344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-maslinda.html' title='Happy Birthday Maslinda!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113492516927853994</id><published>2005-12-12T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:56:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Zilah!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 23rd Birthday Zilah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with happiness, health and ALWAYS be around your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you have a smooth journey ahead and ur days be filled with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for you lah girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113492516927853994?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113492516927853994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113492516927853994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-zilah.html' title='Happy Birthday Zilah!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113246738420347469</id><published>2005-12-06T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:02:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Items = $37.95</title><content type='html'>1 day late: $1.15&lt;br /&gt;33 days late: 1.15 x 33&lt;br /&gt;                   = $37.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Overdued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things happened in the span of one month. It was also an emotional ride. here's what happened starting from the 2nd of Syawal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I had to work on the second day of Raya with a record of 12 students. So we all played Lego all day long. And since my contract was abt to end soon, I began clearing up all of my junk. There were tonnes of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The week after, it was the last week of school and we had a farewell party. [Pics are uploaded] It was fantastic. Having a disco and loads of candies made the kids rabid with high sugar content. They were practically jumping off the walls. I cried when the kids told me they didn't want to leave me. It touched me so deep. So many hugs and Kisses... I miss them all already. And one of their parents bought me a silver bracelet. Touched.. Love them to bits.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It was also my last day at the centre and I thanked all the teachers for a lifetime of experience. Especially for Kak Faridah and Cik Maznah.. They very much gave me a heads up on the politics of working life. If you do it right, you wouldn't come home mumbling to yourself and start twirling your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;On the 23rd of Nov, I kidnapped 2 adorable kids to spend Darwish's 4th Bday. Brought him out for a movie of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It was also a first date with someone really charming. I had so much fun, it made Atul gigglish. I'm very inerested with people who can sincerely enjoy the company of small children. Even when they are a lil sticky and whiny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next day, I took them to Sentosa for a picnic and a swim. I packed some casserole and white chocolate brownies and a tumbler of lemonade. Many pics were taken [also uploaded]. They tried making their own sandcastle but instead made a mini swimming pool in the sunset.I guess it was much easier to dig sand out then to heap them up. But the sunset was beautiful. They always are when its at the beach. We went off by 8pm and the both of them hijacked me cos they fell asleep almost instantly. I just had to carry Awish and drag Atul along when we reached my place. Seesh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up with kids by your side is the most AWESOME experience. I just have to start trailing my finger around his ears and he would wake up giggling. And its not the normal giggle but the contagious kind. Then pillow fights followed by a Sunday Brunch on a Friday afternoon. This is what life is all about....&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;On Saturday, I had to return the kids to their original residence and go out with that same Mr Charming. Before that, I had to run some errands such as collecting my passport. So bring them along made time fly faster. After I got them, Awish made a remark. He asked me, 'What happened to YOU in this passport?' referring to the fatter pic. hehehehe I even took some pics: SleepOver.&lt;br /&gt;Then meeting Mr Charming for an Asian First Film at the Singapore History Museum, it turned out to be fantastic. Unarmed Combat scores a 9.8 from me. I loooove the vintage props. Then Mr Charming took me to a walk from Clark Quay to Tanjong Pagar Railway Station. Yes we walked. except for the last 1 km cos I was already tired. It was my first time really, walking thru Far East Square and having so much fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;It was even better fun to teach Mr Charming to eat his first Kacang Pool and Chen Teng. But I must say that I'm saddened over the closure of Fir Iqbal seafood Restaurant. No more BBQ Stingray *Pouts* Overall, I really felt like a lady when I went out with him. 8/10 is his ranking. khehahahhahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Sunday, I went to Pontian again for a wedding. It wasn't like the last time round cos we had to do so much waiting. Asum took many pics [uploaded too]. So finally, we did set off for some shopping and I bought 2 movies. Puteri Gunung Ledang and Batman Returns. We watched Batman Returns in the car while on the way home and there was a super traffic jam which lasted the whole of the movie. And right after the SG checkpoint, Isaw a very cute sign... Look it up in the pics.. hehe&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;On Monday, my mind went blank for a test on Motivation. There.. nothing to talk about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday, another date with Mr Charming.. at serangoon. Fooled around in Mustafa centre and bought loads of stuff. then we over stuffed ourselves with Thosai and then walked in the rain. *blushing* This guy really \werkz/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its Daddy's birthday and we had a simple dinner at Changi. Before that, it was the testing of nuclear warfare at home. Sister Style. So all 5 of us left her and had BBQ stingray, Rojak, Kerang and Fish n Chips [Pics are uploaded too] oh and some juicy news.. which continued till the next day...&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mr Charming aka Bigmo and I have been talking almost everyday and its kinda hard not to be interested in him. And to make it even more better, I love the way he makes me feel when we are out. Well, apparently, I'm not clapping with one hand. Woot! *blushing*&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Friday was an amazing day of laser and fire, water and dance. He made me dance but i felt too kooky and he shouldered me and ran like a lunatic while i laughed like a kid.. Truly amazing that im so comfortable in my own skin with someone else around.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;*still blushing* we went to watch a play at the National Library then for a funny bus ride to Expo where I experienced the Spanish Inquisition. kHahakhahkahahahhaha. But what is romantic is the dinner at Changi and the kiss on the forhead by the shore... I'd like to call that The Forehead Effect. *swoon* The first and the best and I just hope there is more to come. *Muacks*&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;       &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113246738420347469?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113246738420347469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113246738420347469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/overdue-items-3795.html' title='Overdue Items = $37.95'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113377707427291466</id><published>2005-12-05T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:04:34.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/muppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/muppet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello People..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am Back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves eagerly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Prepared to be a Muppet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*giggles* it actually rhymes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113377707427291466?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113377707427291466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113377707427291466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-month-hiatus.html' title='One Month Hiatus'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113120902575137245</id><published>2005-11-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:43:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113120902575137245?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113120902575137245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113120902575137245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113072511169655958</id><published>2005-10-31T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:18:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Marathon</title><content type='html'>Mood: Smells Like Dairy Product Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some who didn't know.... my oven died the next day after Ewoks did.. And the last thing that I made with it was babaganoush. How desperate I was.. My family was so dependent on the oven to heat up all our food, cook stuff, grill... and when it died the sense of loss was so apparent that it made me all jittery. and of all the time it chose to die was when I was prepared to start baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a few days in  the repair workshop, we got it back. My bro spray painted it white and it looked all brand new. ANd after a drive to Poon Huat and serangoon [it took us 20 mins just to get into tekka.. and I had to wait nearly 30 mins for threading at Rupini's. In the end, my brother and I broke our fast with dates samples in Mustafa Centre after buying 6 cans on Minute Maid concentrates..] (meleret kan aku... ) I started baking on a Sunday night after 3 hrs of sleep after buka cos i got the flu virus from someone. ( there i go side tracking again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I just finished a batch [more like a batch to feed an army] of Chocolate Chips Cookies.  waiting for 10.30 to get to work... and I just scrubbed myself free of the dairy smell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: To those who have been asking... Yea I'm alright. Alhamdullilah. the accident turned out to be a minor one. the Xrays came pretty okay. Which I am going to frame up cos its uber cool to have the front and side view of ur skull xrayed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113072511169655958?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113072511169655958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113072511169655958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/baking-marathon.html' title='Baking Marathon'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113034233216731753</id><published>2005-10-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T09:23:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleep</title><content type='html'>Mood: Dry, tired and crashed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that there is 7 more days till raya. This is the first time during the festive season that I don't feel ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113034233216731753?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113034233216731753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/113034233216731753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/bleep.html' title='Bleep'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-113008489044451144</id><published>2005-10-24T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:28:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Aisar to Ewoks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A beautiful poem by my lil bro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago,a kitten came into the world.&lt;br /&gt;furry and small, as cute as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple name was given,so easy to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like"he walks"as his name was Ewoks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from then till now, he grew big and strong&lt;br /&gt;more swift and agile, giving happiness to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as days past,there were no signs of weakness&lt;br /&gt;no cry for help,no sign of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the day came,he looked tired and weak.&lt;br /&gt;helpless he lay, as nobody noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it was time,time for him to go&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the times he had with his family&lt;br /&gt;all the memory, sad or happy,fun or boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he passed away peacefully,with the people he loved by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough he's no more around,he had a great impact on us.&lt;br /&gt;he went away peacefully,knowing that he had left eveyone a happy memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus ends my poem for this loveble feline,&lt;br /&gt;hoping it brings happiness to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my best regards, i wish all a happy day, hoping that you continue ur life, as i know that Ewoks would want you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bearbear signing off ("')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-113008489044451144?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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palm&lt;br /&gt;along with ur 3 sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw you sleep&lt;br /&gt;curled like balls&lt;br /&gt;among your sisters&lt;br /&gt;close for warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw your eyes&lt;br /&gt;blue and sparkling&lt;br /&gt;you squirming in my hands&lt;br /&gt;trying to play with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw you run&lt;br /&gt;and it made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;your butt bouncing&lt;br /&gt;your front paws uncoordinated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw your teeth&lt;br /&gt;so small and white&lt;br /&gt;was ticklish&lt;br /&gt;everytime you bit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first realised you're a water baby&lt;br /&gt;when you were enthralled&lt;br /&gt;with the many drops of water&lt;br /&gt;coming from the tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years has passed&lt;br /&gt;and I saw you grew&lt;br /&gt;into a big cat&lt;br /&gt;with a very big heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved your sinks&lt;br /&gt;you loved your toys&lt;br /&gt;you loved to bite me&lt;br /&gt;I loved to hear you purr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I first cried&lt;br /&gt;for you, Dear Ewoks&lt;br /&gt;I missed you already&lt;br /&gt;I missed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw your death&lt;br /&gt;your eyes wide and glazed&lt;br /&gt;your lips purple but warm&lt;br /&gt;your heart, still and silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took you to the beach&lt;br /&gt;in the wet morning rain&lt;br /&gt;We buried you with prayers&lt;br /&gt;in the gleam of a beautiful sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did well Ewoks,&lt;br /&gt;You made me love you&lt;br /&gt;I really did love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ewoks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Orange Somali-Siamese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2003-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;You were born under my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you passed away on my bed..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112996671248352328?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112996671248352328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112996671248352328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/ewoks-2003-2005.html' title='Ewoks, 2003-2005'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112956718457815549</id><published>2005-10-18T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:32:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Hayzal and Azhar</title><content type='html'>Happy 15th Birthday, Hayzal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday, Azhar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the both of you be blessed with Happiness, Health and Love.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams to come true, Goals to achieve, People to Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112956718457815549?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112956718457815549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112956718457815549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-hayzal-and-azhar.html' title='Happy Birthday to Hayzal and Azhar'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112960602745162409</id><published>2005-10-17T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:27:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T CARE!</title><content type='html'>For dedicated teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'They don't CARE what you KNOW,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But they KNOW that you CARE.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach them well, Shape them well and Mould them for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112960602745162409?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112960602745162409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112960602745162409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-care.html' title='I DON&apos;T CARE!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112956701930921184</id><published>2005-10-16T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:22:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aisar!</title><content type='html'>Happy 15th Birthday Aisaruddin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed with Health, Happiness and Love always....&lt;br /&gt;Always be surrounded with the people that you love.&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you achieve all your dreams.. InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you My Little Bro..&lt;br /&gt;Ana Uhibbuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak Nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112956701930921184?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112956701930921184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112956701930921184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-aisar.html' title='Happy Birthday Aisar!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112956696708659032</id><published>2005-10-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:14:34.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Orchard</title><content type='html'>Mood: Adrenalin Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 days... 2 days of boiling excitement. everynight waiting and wishing its me instead. the Joy Riding along those roads... the stoopid grin on my face when i remark on a small mistake. And the roar of laughter inside the 6 glass windows when we got lost in Orchard. Of the many places to get lost in it had to be the back lanes of Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking that I am crazy to be lost in Orchard but... it different being a pedestrian along Orchard and a being driver. The first time driver being my brother.. YAY!! I said it.. He passed!! Syukran... Now I, the drivee, has another driver, my brother, to ask around for joyrides.. yay!!hehehehehe the adrenalin rush that pulsates thru the veins when he made the wrong turn was oh so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KhahKHAhahaHahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today is the first time I went to a chinese wedding reception. Accompanied seOrang bujang yang tak Gila sangat... hehehehe It s an eye opener.... there are so many ppl and everyone were dressed in evening wear. Most were writing good wishes in books, some slotting the hongbaos in the box.. its all so.. organised. Not like the organised chaos that im so used to during malay weddings. And it was actually fun. and the best part is his fren looked like Hazrul Nizam and the other look like the cute host in Arts Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many many pics to see. their weddin photos and stuff. [-_- the photographer took one unflattering one of me.. hate it mang.] AND!! get this.. this is the first time i am at a wedding and went home really super uber full. The muslim food catered for us were huge!! the proportion i meant. Fish, tandoori chicken, beef in yoghurt dressing, 3 humongous prawns which i didnt finish wait i have rashes... cialat lei.. SUPER UBER FANTASTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the NewlyWeds..... Sean and Weeling... Yaaaam Seng!! Congratulations. may you be blessed till the end of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112956696708659032?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112956696708659032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112956696708659032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost-in-orchard.html' title='Lost in Orchard'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112948567477998315</id><published>2005-10-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:51:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caterpillars have antennas?</title><content type='html'>Mood: Pondering abt the insect kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class today, I had ramen for buka but it didnt taste how I usually had it. Firstly, it was bland and it didnt have the soy taste that i'll go &lt;strong&gt;'Oishiii!!'&lt;/strong&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the class was good. Yati was absent cos she's 'Black Hawk Down' [Mas's style], so was Constance.. so kanchiong spider, so very cute. heheeh But Naj was here.. She reminds me of Little Bo Peep. Don't ask me why but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was pretty much okay and it only perked up when Jen decided to teach us how to draw cartoons.. a cartoonic caterpillar. She was drawing it when she wanted to add the feelers but had trouble saying it out. But someone from the back blurted 'Antennas'. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHAHahAHahaHahaHaHaHHHAHAAHaahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm just imagining the caterpillar tuned in on Channel 5 or TV1 hehehaha... AND then.. when she wanted to add legs, and drew one with knees, &lt;strong&gt;YOURS TRULY&lt;/strong&gt; had to ask if caterpillars have legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. come on.. I know they have legs.. but not those with knees okay.. and they can't run.. even cartoonic ones. But I couldnt up the stakes when one of us [i said us ok.. not them... so i included myself with them as one entity] ask if caterpillars have tails. -_-"" Ok my bad abt the legs. So then again, the class was dry and with all the influence from the caterpillar with antennas and tails, so I started drawing.. heh.. zila tot i was writing notes down.. how wrong she is. *evil laughter echos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/Page10%20ARt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/Page10%20ARt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started with the spider web at one corner of the box. Then I added another one. So.. a web needs a spider to spin it so I added one. But I was thinking that it might get lonely or hungry.. either way, I added a few flies. and then i know that frogs just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; flies so i gave the spider another friend. Sitting there quietly, but it got drier so water=pond it is.. But it was't as pretty as Monet's lily pond so i just HAD to add some cattails and lilies. and if u see the frog, i drew its eyes as looking at something below and so became the birth of the sweet looking fish. AND i know for a fact that fishes love to swim among grasses and so... the final product of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Motivational Ecosystem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. TaDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/Page13%20Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/Page13%20Art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh .. Just in time. jen turned to the next page and there was another clean piece of paper to draw.. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;So the fuzzy thing with unbalanced eyes kinda reign the day. I have no idea why I added the legs and the reason why his name is Booch the KoOcheng. But I guess you know what is good to have for tutorials... Mentos Chews... hehehehhe [no.. im not their spokesperson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok toodles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112948567477998315?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112948567477998315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112948567477998315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/caterpillars-have-antennas.html' title='caterpillars have antennas?'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112904477699272269</id><published>2005-10-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:32:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like...</title><content type='html'>Mood: gigglish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I read them a book about jumping called 'I Like To Jump'. About a kangaroo who loves jumping and is finding a jumping friend. He met a bird who loves flying, a fish who love swimming, an elephant who loves walking and finally a frog who loves jumping.&lt;br /&gt;SO I got the kids to write a short story on what they like with the title 'I Like...' and they have to continue it with an explanation on why they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most did a safe story about jumping and nearly copying the story they heard. But these next few pictures are real-life story that I simply LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the show I R Baboon.. cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/izzan%20essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/izzan%20essay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this has trouble spelling words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/irfan%20essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/irfan%20essay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best is this. I love the way he is independent and refuses to ask me abt spelling. Instead he spells using phonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/afnan%20essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/afnan%20essay.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112904477699272269?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112904477699272269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112904477699272269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like.html' title='I Like...'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112895978026187393</id><published>2005-10-10T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:26:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics .. Many many Pics!!</title><content type='html'>Mood: Ramadhan High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates has been visiting this place to see the pics I took.. well, they are in the albums that you see on the left side of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Follow this instruction.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Find Randoms photos on the left side of this page.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Click on it.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Click on the first album titled: Art and Craft Class&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Enjoy snickering at your pics.. :)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; For the rest, you could also click the other albums and see the other photos I took such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;BBQ at Pasir Ris&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Children's Day at Underwater World&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pontian Wedding&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sheesha with Budak Nafa&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hakim's Bday Party&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lightning Storm&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112895978026187393?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112895978026187393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112895978026187393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/pics-many-many-pics.html' title='Pics .. Many many Pics!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112855486678246816</id><published>2005-10-06T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:20:01.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 24th Birthday, Gdin!!</title><content type='html'>Happy 24th Birthday Abang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams and aspirations come true.&lt;br /&gt;May you also be blessed with health, happiness and be surrounded with your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a job too ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112855486678246816?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112855486678246816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112855486678246816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-24th-birthday-gdin.html' title='Happy 24th Birthday, Gdin!!'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112855483149202104</id><published>2005-10-05T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:17:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah swt grant us Rahmah (Blessings),&lt;br /&gt;Maghfirah (Forgiveness)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Sakinah (Peace)&lt;br /&gt;and shine upon us His Love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shelter us beneath His Mercy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112855483149202104?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112855483149202104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112855483149202104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramadhan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Mubarak'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112855479523095050</id><published>2005-10-03T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:08:09.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesha high, Esteem low, Confidence boosted</title><content type='html'>Mood: Smokey Mixed Fruit and Rose-mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting at NAFA for the club I started aeons back. It was great seeing Lilah, Izh, Gaz, Sarah and the rest. I can see that a few problem still stayed from when I left. When I reached there, I came by the studio with Lilah and bumped into Bitchy Lecturer who cut short my stay in the school. I remember when I wrote this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I Quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;           it says it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; i have confirmed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; but we will meet again soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"I don't care if u become a famous abstract painter, but u cannot make it here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I'll prove to u bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some polite manner that exist in her cells, she started the conversation with a nervous,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'Hi Amy.'&lt;/span&gt; It all happens with some shifty eye movements. So when the lift opens and we went in, her 'friendly' conversation continued about what I'm doing now. I told her I'm teaching, selling my pieces and a photographer. She gave me a high-eyebrow reaction, which i just take as shock, while still shifting around and being nervous or intimidated.. [I don't know which.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'I'm impressed you are doing well after all that had happened. That's really good to know.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my pieces are selling and being a lens person for Bugeye Grafix, it actually boosted my confidence in life cos i get to see her eat her words. AND i get to witness for the first time ever, she looked really nervous. Stammering when she says hi and not meeting my gaze. and when she got off the lift, she stammered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'bye, Maybe I'll see you around&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was the ominous presence that she once exuded where everyone cowers everytime she enters a room. Where all things that flew from her lips are law. Where insults are things that she dispense but now have to eat back, alone, when I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKE THAT!! Thats what I love about KARMA. What goes around, Comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the Club story, I get to meet a few of the first years. They are a rowdy bunch and some are just rude. Plain rude. But the rest were good. I get to talk to one of them.. Cute too. ahhahaha too bad he's too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we showed them our activities and ended the presentation with dinner of spaghetti, seafood sandwich, chicken and fruit punch. After that, dessert was a SheeSha session at El-Sheikh. I smoked the Mixed Fruit and after the 3rd puff, I was high. dang.. So i stopped and jus enjoyed everyone's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per normal, the service sucks but we kinda serviced ourselves, helping to the plain water and the charcoal. I brought my D70 so can you imagine the tonnes of pics we took? Esp with Luqman around. Many Many pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Look it up in the Outings Album called Sheesha with Budak Nafa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended the day, even though tired with Sentosa, then Sheesha... with a movie with my momma and bro. the movie surely rocks!! Love it man. just like Lock, Stock and two Smoking Barrels and Fightclub combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; \Four Brothers/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112855479523095050?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112855479523095050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112855479523095050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/sheesha-high-esteem-low-confidence.html' title='Sheesha high, Esteem low, Confidence boosted'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112835673532102494</id><published>2005-10-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T07:18:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwater World</title><content type='html'>Mood: Sunken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part of going to Sentosa, ever, is when you're with a group of pre school students who thrive on asking questions. Some intelligent, others stoopid and they demand that you answer every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a celebration of underaged people the height of chairs, my centre sent them to the Underwater World on the 30th of sept. What a nightmare it was the days prior to the outing. The kids were asking if we could see Jaws. they specifically said Jaws and asked if they get to see Jaws eat. I wonder which hollywood movie they saw that. And they kept asking what to bring. I told them that the most important one would be a bottle of water. Next would be food or snacks. Other things such as raincoat, caps, sunglasses, foldable fans, books, cameras, pet turtles and their homeworks were secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember an ad about this kid who kept repeating, 'Are we there yet?' to his dad while on the road? Imagine 29 kids asking me that on the bus that was travelling on the CTE with the morning rush/jam/insanity. I turned tour guide and these were the 5 top script I used on them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at that! Suntec City!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey! you saw that?! The Merlion!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lookie that! The Esplanade!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I saw a helicopter!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh no!! A Fire Engine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally when we reached Underwater World, I made some ground rules. Whatever happens, never let go of your partner's hands. They nodded ernestly but then they ran individually when they saw a peacock which ran helter skelter for dear life into a drain to escape from 29 rabid kids with glistening mischevious eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I noticed that when cameras are put infront of kids high on oxygen, they tend to do the peace sign or wave at the camera milimetres from the lens. That defeats the purpose of taking their facial features isnt it? So I entertained the kids with a picnic, some photo taking and a tour of the sting-ray tank before entering the Famous Aquarium itself. It has been lightyears ago since I went to the Underwater World and now I was back again for free. How cool is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, there are fishes that are even bigger than some of my students, one that feature creatures that can only be found in the Antartic ocean and a tank with somethings that looked fossil-like. I can't even read the info plaques since I was busy finding wandering sheeps. And the adorable part was when we were standing at the Dangerous Sea Creatures tank. All my students were expertly exclaiming the names of the fish that they have learnt in class such as the Porcupine Puffer fish, Puffer fish, Lion fish and the Maori eel to name a few when one told me that the eel has died. I asked why he said that and he told cos it looked like it when coincidently the eel lifted its head and did a big yawn exposing its huge mouth complete with sharp teeth. My students panicked and squealed while running to me shouting 'Monster!' hahahahha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then we travelled under the tunnel tank for 3 rounds where 1 question kept popping up like for a gazillion times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Miss Amy, this fish can eat or not?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The trip was fantastic, no doubt about it. I would love to sink into insanity once again with this people. Before we went off, I brought them to see the turtles and some asked if their pet terrapins can grow to that size. I said anything was possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on the steps of bus before heading back, one of my adorable students exclaimed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Miss Amy! you forgot to feed Chuckie [names have been changed to protect the identity of the troublemaker] to the sharks! I tot you said you would if he misbehaves?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't believe they fell for that threat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112835673532102494?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112835673532102494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112835673532102494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/underwater-world.html' title='Underwater World'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112824944247733403</id><published>2005-10-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T18:41:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One</title><content type='html'>woah.. its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what you get when you work and study and hold a few responsibilities all at the same time. You end up with no time to yourself. Finally at each weekend you hope that you can update but you get snatched away so as to spend time with the family that you have not seen for the whole week or the friends that you have not met with aeons ago.  But... i have brushed on a few stuff and Ramadhan is coming. I've settled load of stuff and thus I might JUST have a few moments to myself to start this thing fresh. Till then, a whole lot of laundry awaits and some errands to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112824944247733403?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112824944247733403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112824944247733403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-one.html' title='Just One'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112701737743491456</id><published>2005-09-18T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:57:39.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_65671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/400/DSC_6567.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She wants what she can't have,&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want what he already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Liyana~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112701737743491456?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112701737743491456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112701737743491456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/09/separated.html' title='Separated'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112701726552838015</id><published>2005-09-18T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:53:02.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation 40</title><content type='html'>Mood: Cheered up ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was fantastic!! I never laughed so much about the serious matters of the Singapore-Malaysia issues. Adlin and Enlai were superb.. even uhmm the malay actress frm malaysia. She was fantastic. Pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the time of my life. I would have given them a standing ovation if the rest of the audience would stand up too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh just thinking about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before the play, I went to the company family day at Expo and guess what? There were HARLEYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_6571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_6571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just died and went to Harley Heaven. I'm starting to love the V-rod. The body so sleek and sensual.. Beautiful. Simply Beautiful...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/1600/DSC_6574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5657/206/320/DSC_6574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my fav Heritage Softail. Exquisite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112701726552838015?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112701726552838015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112701726552838015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/09/separation-40.html' title='Separation 40'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112701720230818766</id><published>2005-09-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:34:39.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Garden</title><content type='html'>Mood: Walked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the outing to Chinese garden. Its gonna be my first time in charge of the class for an outing, my first time going to Chinese Garden and definitely my first time with my Nikon D70 but without the memory card. I had 19 kids and a parent volunteer. I had to make do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot that the other teachers would walk together with me, you know, to show the ropes of going on an outing. But I was so freaking wrong. My supervisor said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy, you can go anywhere. if you get lost, look at the map and be at the entrance by 12.30 okay?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go anywhere? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Entrance? What map? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? All these thoughts went through my head before a map was thrust into my hands and a smile under a cap went away taking pictures of all the lanterns. I can't believe im lugging a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;digital SLR without a memory card&lt;/span&gt;, 19 excited kids waiting for me to start walking and it was my first time there. total Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to great common sense inherited along with a great smile, we started walking. I asked the staff a few questions and just followed the path. hey, it was chinese gardens anyway.. all paths lead to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started telling stories about the animals in Noah's Ark that were featured, the reptiles i learnt from watching National Geographic and the primates.. Its a miracle that my class were gathered around me close and listening intently to my stories. They asked me questions like, 'what's the difference between a proboscis monkey and a golden monkey?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its true what they say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The World is a Classroom by Itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the ride home, the boys fought over who to sleep on my lap. Mirza won. Eventually, I dragged myself home and was unconscious for the next 8 hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112701720230818766?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112701720230818766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112701720230818766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/09/chinese-garden.html' title='Chinese Garden'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112637434087635709</id><published>2005-09-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T00:09:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chills...</title><content type='html'>Mood: Scared Stiff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting when Farid msn me.. asking me to check this site out.. I was scared shitless mang.. but its worth a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead.. go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.thai.net/sinthai/room.htm"&gt;http://members.thai.net/sinthai/room.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112637434087635709?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112637434087635709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112637434087635709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/09/chills.html' title='Chills...'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591114.post-112628424110143240</id><published>2005-09-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:44:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you...</title><content type='html'>I thought I heard you talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started missing your deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw you in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started missing your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I smelled your aftershave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started missing your smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you. Ana ish tiyaq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Ana uhibbuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Liyana~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591114-112628424110143240?l=liyanastots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112628424110143240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5591114/posts/default/112628424110143240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanastots.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-you.html' title='To you...'/><author><name>AimiLiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08129994573215850331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0803/liyana_sham/08122005002.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
