<?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-2653896255156389474</id><updated>2012-02-01T02:22:18.915+08:00</updated><category term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Time lapse: Now and then..</title><subtitle type='html'>You can't rewrite the past. One life, so enjoy and don't regret. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-5585052478680907231</id><published>2011-07-19T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:39:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>《爱要及时，孝顺更要及时。》 ~转载</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e1wO65tb0P8?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n288/diarylady/lally%20blog/Lallysignature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-5585052478680907231?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5585052478680907231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/5585052478680907231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/5585052478680907231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='《爱要及时，孝顺更要及时。》 ~转载'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/e1wO65tb0P8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-7331977482766401467</id><published>2011-07-19T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:32:53.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>I was sad last night,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember when was the last time we had some quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 14 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for once,&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone could understand.&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've got too much expectation on him.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is,&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;no one&lt;/u&gt; can ever understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n288/diarylady/lally%20blog/Lallysignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-7331977482766401467?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7331977482766401467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/7331977482766401467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/7331977482766401467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n288/diarylady/lally%20blog/th_Lallysignature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-2401747418525657193</id><published>2010-12-10T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:51:09.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first day at school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbH79tg5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/GKX-JqL1pkE/s1600/e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbH79tg5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/GKX-JqL1pkE/s1600/e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I miss someone so badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my late grandma.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered my first day at kindergarten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TQHnxjQu5XI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MKyww-fxrWI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TQHnxjQu5XI/AAAAAAAAAlY/MKyww-fxrWI/s320/1.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was happy of&amp;nbsp;going to school, having new friends. Love being praise by the teachers and learning new words. I learn a few words today. My teacher taught me about spelling in Malay. I've learnt about words family members and it was my first time to learn ABC. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;As usual, mommy came to pick me up after school with Milo, our faithful family dog. When I reach home, my grandma was at daddy's shop. So I ran to her and told her everything about school. I told her I've learn how to spell some words and I know how to spell grandma in Malay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she just smiled and listen. I smiled back and continued to spell out the word. I said, "N-a-n-a-k, nenek!"&lt;br /&gt;Then my grandma just laughed and I laughed with her because I thought she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Until when she said, "Itu, nanak.. Bukan nenek.." T.T&lt;br /&gt;She then taught me how to spell it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad because I wanted to surprise her and make her happy. :'(&lt;br /&gt;As usual, she just hug me, pat my head and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I wasn't feeling sad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that grandma knows that I love her so much..&lt;br /&gt;You are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n288/diarylady/lally%20blog/Lallysignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-2401747418525657193?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2401747418525657193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-day-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/2401747418525657193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/2401747418525657193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-day-at-school.html' title='My first day at school'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbH79tg5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/GKX-JqL1pkE/s72-c/e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-9041918389239847122</id><published>2010-11-29T17:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:31:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1: Disappearing crayon trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa4DMGAGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/C194Xdbvld0/s1600/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a fun day colouring with my brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like how I coloured the cheeks of the Snow White with super pink crayons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love colouring apple cheeks with super pink colours when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is so my thing and which I &lt;b&gt;thought&lt;/b&gt; will make the girls/ princesses in my colouring books to look pretty that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until when I entered primary school, where &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; coloured them like I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNrdxxm-tI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qEt86GOL5fU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNrdxxm-tI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qEt86GOL5fU/s200/2.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, my brother asked if I would like to see him performing a "magic show" of a disappearing crayon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He demonstrated by picking up a small crayon and pretended to stuff it into his nostril.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"See, it's gone.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seconds later, he took out the crayon and said, "Tada! Magic~".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being at the age of 3, I was totally amazed by the trick and clapped my hands repeatedly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And being a 3-year-old, I was too dumb to think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I grabbed a crayon and stuff it into my nostril. It was a RED crayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNriRTl1XI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zGHGGTBUtF8/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNriRTl1XI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zGHGGTBUtF8/s200/4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The thing is, we're using two types of crayons that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Different sizes of crayons to be exact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A normal-sized crayons and jumbo crayons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I accidentally took the jumbo ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNrhpQ7YaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UpfU-wF8d3I/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNrhpQ7YaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UpfU-wF8d3I/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to pull out the crayon but I couldn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My brother was laughing until I started to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He panicked (got scared of being scolded by mommy of course!) and helped me but he failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I ran to mommy (too late to say sorry, bro. :P)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, mommy couldn't get the crayon out too, so daddy brought me to Queen Elizabeth Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had to wait for so long at the hospital and I remember I cried all the way from home and at the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the nurse told mommy that we will still have to wait our turn because they are attending to many people at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, she suggested to bring me over to some private clinic at town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And yeah, daddy brought me to a clinic somewhere at Sinsuran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was located on the top floor of shop lots nearby my aunt's shop there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The nurses and the doctor took some forceps but they weren't sure which kind of forceps that they were supposed to be using.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNvGeIKzeI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wiUTn3SEoH0/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNvGeIKzeI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wiUTn3SEoH0/s200/5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I started crying again when I see all the forceps on the table.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My brother just stood at the side looking at me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I know that he felt guilty about what had happened..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After a few minutes of trying with different forceps, they finally took out the crayon from my nostril.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The doctor was consulting with my parent when my nose suddenly bleeds. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The nurse took some tissues and stuffed them into my nostril again. @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before we left the clinic, the doctor called us and ask if I still want the red crayon. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And he told me not to put anything into my nose again next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that is also the last time my brother ever perform any "magic" in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I stopped colouring with my brother after that incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n288/diarylady/lally%20blog/Lallysignature.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-9041918389239847122?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9041918389239847122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-disappearing-crayon-trick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/9041918389239847122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/9041918389239847122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/1-disappearing-crayon-trick.html' title='#1: Disappearing crayon trick'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa4DMGAGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/C194Xdbvld0/s72-c/a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-7326131541224122311</id><published>2010-11-29T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:02:57.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog revamp :))</title><content type='html'>After days of thinking whether I should continue to create new posts on this blog, I've decided to keep this blog. The question is, what should I blog about here? And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa16S0LPI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NGV_RszmkPM/s1600/a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa3mMKUtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_S1uABCmxfM/s1600/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa4DMGAGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/C194Xdbvld0/s1600/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa4yeLvFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/fK9INJNR3Jo/s1600/a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa5c4UX4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/mLF48yXX4Eo/s1600/a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa51M9QQI/AAAAAAAAAfs/P5hFnEHdWsw/s1600/b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa6dfurmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/FjrqHo4mq6E/s1600/b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa7IIf9SI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ik9F6qZ63zE/s1600/b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa7gT6O_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/B_u_WTaNP14/s1600/b4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa8KZBB5I/AAAAAAAAAf8/-17z9kwUI8M/s1600/b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa8om2LVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TabBB18AKbA/s1600/c1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa9Zyu-lI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ymjnP9q_95g/s1600/c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa979qQhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BBalxhnPGGc/s1600/c3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa-ZaDzII/AAAAAAAAAgM/lN2qIv6SVd4/s1600/c4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa_dVqAaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/FhUk8eIqHlI/s1600/c5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbAHarKiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/it5Evv31TWU/s1600/d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbAxphNzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xpOSjlc0Gn8/s1600/d2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbBvIDp7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/E3ZoJw2lwiI/s1600/d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbCckn2oI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zwjIgyQL3Y0/s1600/d4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbDVf5m-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/wm4FbeoTdVU/s1600/d5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbHOyZfrI/AAAAAAAAAgo/jvs_KJEbAaU/s1600/e1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNbH79tg5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/GKX-JqL1pkE/s1600/e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa1OpChkI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TjvW3ajxCfA/s1600/e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See the above pictures? I've decided to create post with these cute lil' pictures.. Each post will have at least one of this.. Not only that, I will post a real story that had happened in my life.. RANDOM, true stories.. :)) With REAL people and photos.. (If I have any photo of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n288/diarylady/lally%20blog/Lallysignature.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-7326131541224122311?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7326131541224122311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-revamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/7326131541224122311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/7326131541224122311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-revamp.html' title='Blog revamp :))'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/TPNa16S0LPI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NGV_RszmkPM/s72-c/a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-3329893279325518962</id><published>2009-05-20T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:39:36.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>Thirteen Weird Facts About Women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/ShPyXBWbq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sntmQFLOVJ4/s1600-h/Confused.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337876460677606274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/ShPyXBWbq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sntmQFLOVJ4/s200/Confused.jpg" style="float: left; height: 140px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0pt; width: 96px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is generally believed that the difference between men and women is enormous. Women and men differ in almost every imaginable aspect of human life, especially when it comes to psychology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman does not have a man’s habit to scratch her noggin when she thinks of an answer to a confusing question, for example. Women do not like to show they are confused. They never want to ruin their hairdo with that gesture either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will never understand why footballers stand in a line with their hands crossed before a penalty kick during a match. In addition, women never shudder when a male character gets kicked in the groin in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman yawns she covers her mouth with the palm of her hand, not with a fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a bath, a woman grabs a towel and makes a turban on her head from it, at least for one minute. The reasons of such a weird Oriental ritual are unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman does not get mad when her underwear gets stuck between her buttocks. Women joyfully wear those items of torture called bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women worry about their looks when having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women open bottles with bottle openers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman feels awkward if she does not carry anything in her hands. That is why they always carry their handbags around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are absolutely indifferent to their genitals; they hardly know each other. Women do not talk to them, they do not give funny nicknames to them and they never get angry with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down in public transportation, women keep their legs together. That is why men often prefer to sit next to a woman because in this case they can sit spread-eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman finds her fly unzipped in a public place, she does not seem to care too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman dresses up to go out, she puts on a blouse first. Pants come second. Men work it vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when an act of love ends, women do not feel like sleeping. They feel like talking and kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/ShPzZF3SYfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gpdo4RMclVo/s1600-h/difference.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337877595760517618" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/ShPzZF3SYfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gpdo4RMclVo/s320/difference.jpg" style="display: block; height: 288px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify; width: 189px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-3329893279325518962?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3329893279325518962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-generally-believed-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/3329893279325518962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/3329893279325518962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-generally-believed-that.html' title='Thirteen Weird Facts About Women?'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/ShPyXBWbq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/sntmQFLOVJ4/s72-c/Confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-5662251993199417662</id><published>2009-05-20T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:34:11.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing is caring'/><title type='text'>THE MAKING OF A WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #663366; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0in;  margin-right:0in;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0in;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  line-height:115%;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An Angel appeared and said, “Why are you spending so much time on this one?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Answering The Lord said, “Have you seen the specification sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 200 movable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that can hold two children at one time and that disappears when she stands up, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart, and have six pairs of hands.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. “Six pairs of hands! No Way!” said the Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord replied, “Oh, it’s not the hands that are the problem. It’s the three pairs of eyes that others must have!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“And that’s just on the standard model?” The Angel asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord nodded in agreement. “Yep, one pair of eyes is to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head is to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair is here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Angel tried to stop the Lord. “This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“But, I can’t!” The Lord protested, “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick and can feed a family on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, “But you have made her so soft, Lord.” “She is soft.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lord agreed, “But I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Will she be able to think? “, asked the Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“That’s not a leak.” The Lord objected. “That’s a tear!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What’s the tear for?” the Angel asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything, for women are truly amazing.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men. They carry children, they carry hardships, they carry burdens but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice. They don’t take “no” for an answer, when they believe there is a better solution. They go without new shoes so their children can have them. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Women come in all sizes, in all colors and shapes. They’ll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world spin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Women do more than just give birth. They bring joy and hope. They give compassion and ideals. Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2653896255156389474-5662251993199417662?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5662251993199417662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-of-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/5662251993199417662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/5662251993199417662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-of-woman.html' title='THE MAKING OF A WOMAN'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2653896255156389474.post-2505688056791692320</id><published>2008-12-27T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:37:59.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post! =P</title><content type='html'>OMG…&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post!&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea on what to write… =P&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should write something about meeee! =)&lt;br /&gt;Okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284449615416635250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/SVYi7VBbr3I/AAAAAAAAADk/iLzTm0nwCJo/s320/mimiko.jpg" style="display: block; height: 268px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I’m short, just 157cm tall...&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ughh... I wish I can grow taller...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I gave up already... XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like to dance...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enjoy dancing and singing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I’m very shy to dance n sing in the public, in front of strangers... V^V&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like to eat... a lot... =P I could eat a meal for 2person... Yummy yummy! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m just a simple ordinary girl... But, I do things differently than others... XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t take shortcuts but I enjoy every step taken in my life... =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that's always been the reason for doing my work til last minute.. XD...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoyed too much and I forget what’s important! *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m a day-dreamer with erm... small dreams!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, actually is BIG! *grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I want something, I’ll do whatever I can to reach my goal...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep, all the way... =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And most of the time, I do get that I want...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz I’m too stubborn to stop!! Yippee! =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha... Jk... I’m a very determined person...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That’s why I will never ever stop trying... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm NOT perfect...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I do mistakes in my life...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m a heartbreaker...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean ‘was’... yes! Yes! That’s the word...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Used to... But now no more...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to dedicate all my time and effort focusing on the one and only... =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But again, I'm not perfect...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So please allow me to make my mistakes and learn from them =) *grin* Ekks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m very playful and happy-go-lucky person...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like gaming a lot...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can sit for days in front of my computer... Ripley’s believe it or not?! *grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;U can always see me smile and laugh for the whole day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always laugh so hard that I felt my jaws are going to drop at anytime... =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m a happy-go-lucky person but that doesn`t mean I`ll always think positively at every second... *sob*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could... V^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’m very talkative...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can speak non-stop for hours...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess that’s why my friends ask me to join them to boring parties..? XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yaya, I may look like the type will gossip all the time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But trust me; you’ll be happy when I’m around...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz I like joking around wit my friends...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I’m hanging out and having fun with my friends, I’ll be extremely noisy and loud...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uhh, I don’t mean I shout at everyone... *hee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The only time u’ll see me sit down and be quiet would be during the times when I got hurt or having big fight n quarrel with my friends &amp;amp; family... Hee...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, my friends get scared when I’m ‘idle’...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz it’s very unusual to see me become quiet and don’t talk much...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the truth is, I LIKE silence...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, if I’m ever just being quiet around you, it doesn’t mean it’s weird...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It just means that I’m relaxed or feeling tired... So chill... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When it comes to discussion, I tend to be very very defensive towards myself...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can be very ignorant at anytime I want to...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, sometimes people like hearing nice stuff... =P *Grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, there are times when I really felt I did wrong and regret for not being concern about people’s feelings…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh... =P Okay, okay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The truth is, I like to listen...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Really!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But sometimes I like people to listen to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can be responsive at certain times...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, if I can’t think or my brain is jammed, then just give me some time alone to think...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can be very temperamental...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I change my mind depending on my mood...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do things MY way when I feel like doing it the other way...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s not a good thing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz I can’t blame anyone if it didn’t work out... *grin* Jk =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some say it is easier to forgive than forget... Ah...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But for me, forgive and forget is a very hard thing to do...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But wound heals through time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So does a bad memory, I guess... =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2653896255156389474-2505688056791692320?l=lallydiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2505688056791692320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-post-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/2505688056791692320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2653896255156389474/posts/default/2505688056791692320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lallydiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-post-p.html' title='My First Post! =P'/><author><name>Munkee,</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0Adg1QrTko/SVYi7VBbr3I/AAAAAAAAADk/iLzTm0nwCJo/s72-c/mimiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
