<?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-9696036</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:13:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise Game</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696036.post-116945575225252383</id><published>2007-01-22T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:49:12.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH I MISS THIS SO MUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello! Ok, after AGES, I've finally decided to drop an entry in this blog. I SO MISS THIS BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JK Rowling recently revealed the final Harry Potter series book title, and as ghastly as it sounds; &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter And The Deatlhy Hallows&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't wait for the book's release!!! Yippeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be honest, I can't wait for the book more than I can't wait for the movie Harry Potter and the Order Of The Phoenix. I hope the director won't dissappoint me (not that any of the other movies were a dissappointment...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will talk more soon, Insya'Allah! I SO MISS EVERYONE! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUAX&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/9696036-116945575225252383?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/116945575225252383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=116945575225252383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/116945575225252383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/116945575225252383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-i-miss-this-so-much.html' title='OH I MISS THIS SO MUCH!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115526807216465282</id><published>2006-08-11T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:47:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ATTENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I have made my decision to temporarily stall all writings and rantings on Sunnyrays81.blogspot. To my dear friends who read sunnyrays81.blogspot; you can head over to my Multiply page, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunnyray.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://sunnyray.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I will and definitely must update sunnyrays81.blogspot when time permits. Till then, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone. Take care and peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115526807216465282?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115526807216465282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115526807216465282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115526807216465282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115526807216465282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad.html' title='Sad... :('/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115450669509809417</id><published>2006-08-02T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:18:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot! I Loike...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Need Of A Denim Jacket...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just developed this urge to buy myself a denim jacket. I've never owned one. I love cardigans, jackets and stuff. I always use something over my shirt or t-shirt and someone once told me that I look really approachable, almost lovable, in cardigans. Makes me look motherly even. Haha... I take it that it's a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have been having busy weekends and days and I barely write anything in here. Today my boss is out at the airport for the whole day so I'm finally getting my chance to update a thing or two in this blog of mine. I just feel so bogged down; in need of a day's break. I am already anticipating my weekend. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I met Hady Mirza recently. It's like a dream coming true. I really like him. :) And he's more than what I expect; taller than I thought and his voice when he speaks is like, umm, ok, it's hard for me to describe but I like that he's kind of "husky". I like "husky" voice; pendek kata, serak2 basah. I loike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well, I'll blab more soon. Till then! Love all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115450669509809417?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115450669509809417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115450669509809417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115450669509809417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115450669509809417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/08/woot-i-loike.html' title='Woot! I Loike...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115336381551544417</id><published>2006-07-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:50:15.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Je Ne Vous Aime Pas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Je ne peux pas la blâmer d'être une distraction, mais je la déteste déjà. Si quelque chose se produit, je pourrais finir vers le haut de dire sur lui. Quelque chose du tout. En tant que toujours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hady Mirza, vote for him so he'd smile a little bit more. I love your smile man, you ought to smile more (I can't always do the "Jumping Jellybean" to make you smile man...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend like crazy. Help. I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Will write more soon. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115336381551544417?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115336381551544417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115336381551544417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115336381551544417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115336381551544417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/07/je-ne-vous-aime-pas-je-ne-peux-pas-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115277795736999838</id><published>2006-07-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:05:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Loike~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I Loike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today marks my 4th year, 6th months anniversary since I got together with my boyfriend. It's been that long. Geez, the feeling is weird and before long, another 6 months later, it'd be our 5th year being together. I don't know why, but it feels surreal. Back 5-6 years ago, I've always had a dream of being with someone for the rest of my life and now that I've got a healthy relationship with the BF, it's just totally surreal. I really want to spend the rest of my life with him. He's my confidant, my joy, my pain, my everything. I do hope we have a chance at life together. Tie the strings and all. I'd like that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm having a bit of low-self esteem today. I don't know why but I feel amazingly fat. Over-voluptuous some might say (my colleague just told me I look "full" in this top). I guess I picked the wrong colour for myself. I look pregnant even. I just bought this U2 top you see, and I thought it was loose and neat and all that but I had to put on a camisole because the top was quite see-through. Now the camisole is stuck to my body, making me feel stuffed and the top is just... I don't know man. I hope my mind set about the top changes over time. It's a lovely top, but I just don't look lovely in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I voted more than once for H.M yesterday, and I voted a bit more today. Do you think I'm crazy? Then again, who bloody well cares? It's my money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've got to run, I'll write more soon dah-rrrrr-lings! Till then, show me your love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115277795736999838?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115277795736999838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115277795736999838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115277795736999838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115277795736999838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-loike.html' title='I Loike~'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115198441114452263</id><published>2006-07-04T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:40:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny side of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;COMICAL ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had a pretty heated argument with the Boyfriend over the weekend and for a second; I thought that was it, I want out. But we managed to work things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday I met him and sort of raked up the weekend's argument but quickly came to regret it. He was guffawing and poking fun at me. All that seriousness that came from me over the weekend, he had thought of it as a big joke. So much for the broken heart and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, we went to watch Superman Returns yesterday and the whole experience dampened my mood. The whole movie theatre reeked of salty chips and the irritating sound of many mouth munching and slurping on their soda, it was driving me crazy. Not to mention, the large family in front of us with 2 loud-mouthed boys who think they're the only people in the entire cinema, talking loudly and giving bloody predictions as to what'll happen next after each scene; I could have shoved my feet on their heads considering I'm just right behind them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was also upset we paid so much but the sound quality of the movie was so bad; the effect for everything else was audible enough, but when the casts starts talking, I barely heard anything. The movie was brilliant and all, but the whole experience sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;There was a few movie trailers we saw and we can't wait to watch them. It looks pretty interesting. I can't wait for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I just can't imagine... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, I'll write more soon. Till then, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115198441114452263?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115198441114452263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115198441114452263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115198441114452263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115198441114452263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/07/funny-side-of-life.html' title='Funny side of life.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115155845450304053</id><published>2006-06-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:20:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tagged...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Haha!...I've beed tagged by my brother; Rezal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So anyway, let's not waste time; here it is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 SCHOOLS I WENT TO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Qifa Primary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jin Tai Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ITE Clementi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 THINGS I PUT IN MY HANDBAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm not a handbag person... But you can find this in my bulky bag;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make up bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Coin purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Avon Lip Gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 THINGS I DO WHEN I AM STRESSED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do some household chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 PLACES I GO ON A DAILY BASIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;7-Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;FAVOURITE FRUITS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Papaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Apples... etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 OF MY FAVOURITE FOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chicken rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mee Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fish Soup + rice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 NAMES I GO BY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 THINGS I'M WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Adidas jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cream-coloured Swatch watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bossini shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE WHO'S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO IS IN THE HOUSE WITH ME: I'm at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO AM I THINKING OF RIGHT NOW: No one in particular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO DID I LAST TALK ON THE PHONE WITH: The Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO DID I SIT WITH DURING MY 5TH PERIOD CLASS: Next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON I TOLD THAT I LOVED: The Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO DO I WISH I AM WITH RIGHT NOW: I wish I am with Jo Rowling so I can beg her not to kill off Harry in the seventh book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHO GETS ON MY NERVES IN SCHOOL: The boys in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE WHERE'S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHERE IS MY PHONE: On my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHERE DO I SLEEP: At home, in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHERE IS THE PLACE THAT I TOOK A RIDE TO: Work, home... over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING I ATE: Mee goreng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT COLOUR SHIRT AM I WEARING: pale pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT IS THE CLOSEST ITEM TO ME THAT IS BLUE: my Levi's denim skirt and Adidas jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT DO I LIKE MOST ABOUT SCHOOL: Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT IS/ARE MY FAVOURITE COLOURS: Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT DO I WEAR OFTEN JEANS/SHORTS: Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE I WATCHED: Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THE WHEN'S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEN DID I START SCHOOL: 1986, Kindergarten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEN DID I LAST GO TO THE MALL: Hmm... Quite some time ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHEN DID I LAST BURN SOMETHING: Burn? I set a human on fire a few years ago. Heheh.. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 unlucky people to do this quiz:- Anyone willing to take this chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115155845450304053?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115155845450304053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115155845450304053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115155845450304053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115155845450304053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged..'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115148116663823023</id><published>2006-06-28T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T15:52:46.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed the wrong button...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And When You Hit The Wrong Button...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I received a phone call 2 nights ago and the number appeared wasn't that of a mobile number but it was some home phone number that I wasn't familiar with. Upon greeting, I realise then that the caller was a guy; and his voice was very familiar but I just somehow couldn't put a name to the caller. He greeted and asked to speak to me so I said yeah and stuffs. Apparently, when I received the call, I was on the internet at home, feverishly updating one of my photo blogs so I got slightly annoyed but thought; hey, finish this conversation once and for all and I can happily update my photo blog. UNFORTUNATELY, the 'mystery' caller wasn't quite helpful. Instead of telling me who he was, he made me play some sort of a lame ass guessing game with him, "Hi, kenal tak ni siapa?" was what he said. Amazingly, it took a second for my blood to shoot up. The angst and rage beast in me struggling to pop but; I fought back. Balling my fists; I answered, "Entah... but you sound like my brother." because apparently he did. He sounded quite like Rezal does. But the 'mystery' caller said, "Yeah, I'm your brother... but not your real brother. Quick, make another guess..." By this time, my rage beast is drumming against my chest; any moment before it takes it's toll on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My mind was trying to concentrate on the photo blog I was updating; I tried my best to keep my cool with this idiot on the line. I have to confess, if there's one thing I truly despise is when people call me and make ME guess who the f**k they are. It's only polite that if you called anyone, you should actually make an introduction instead of making the person you call guess who you are. That's just wrong. I kept my cool and infact, I guessed he was a friend of mine from my school's drama back then and I knew I hit a right target because he asked, "If I was from drama, who do you think I am?" and boy was that a huge mistake... I fell silent; attempt to cool down but the idiot on the line went on and asked if I was still dating my boyfriend and that, since I can't guess who he is, he wants to "berkenalan" with me. My hair stood on ends and finally, the rage beast escaped me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I cancelled his call because I knew if I were to swear at him; it would deflate his ego and my siblings were around so it wouldn't be pretty. Amazingly, the 'mystery' idiot called me several times (and I kept cancelling his calls) UNTIL, he decide to call me via his mobile phone. That was finally when I realise who it truly was. I was right. It was a friend of mine from my school drama back then. Upon knowing who it was (I've always had his mobile number - but I just couldn't be bothered to contact him all these years); I texted a message to him; "KAU FIKIR NI ZAMAN SECONDARY SCHOOL KE APA KAU NAK AJAK MAIN TEKA2 SIAPA KAU NIE? BUANG MASA ORANG SIAK." and I decide to write me; just to get my message across fully; "NEXT TIME YOU WISH TO CALL ANYONE, JANGAN BERBELIT, BIAR STRAIGHT FORWARD; NOT EVERYONE HAS LEISURE TIME LIKE YOURSELF." I even called my boyfriend to call that friend of mine and gave him and bash the guy up verbally. I just can't understand why the stupid idiot did what he did... What did he think I was? A dumb 14-year old who's got all the f**king time in the world to play his stupid guessing games? Tsk... He's pushed his luck man. And I have completely deflated his ego; he hasn't attempted to reply any of my messages. Hohoho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The whole point is; don't try to make ME (in particular) guess who you are if you want to call me. It's not like I have time to play guessing games over the phone. I hate it when I have to waste time on stupid ass things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Write more soon. Toodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ina (and her Rage Beast.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115148116663823023?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115148116663823023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115148116663823023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115148116663823023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115148116663823023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/06/pressed-wrong-button.html' title='Pressed the wrong button...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-115034688322175705</id><published>2006-06-15T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:48:03.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H.M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I was watching Singapore Idol last night. I'm not really following the "Piano Show" but since I was around yesterday, I joined in my family for an entertaining hour. I had always noticed this chap by the name of Hady Mirza since a few weeks back (he had his signature beanie hat during that time) and I've always thought he was pretty adorable and his voice was crisp and brilliant for the ears. Fortunately, I saw his full-lenght first solo performance last night and I was swept off my feet. I was just smitten; not just by the not-too-perfect-pitching crisp voice of his, but his sparkling clean features. I felt myself grinning to myself, I was contented just looking at his face; for short, I was gushing. He was so good to look at, I wished I could just have him on my plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So, I did the unthinkable, I made my family vote for him, I even called my boyfriend to vote for Hady (he protested, but I insisted).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The point is, I think he's super good-looking. It's like seeing something you like, you'd want to see it all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Will write more soon. Love everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-115034688322175705?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/115034688322175705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=115034688322175705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115034688322175705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/115034688322175705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/06/h.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114975865370348347</id><published>2006-06-08T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:24:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RWHG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeal Witch Hunting Group&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ok, I had been secretly writing another Harry Potter themed fan fiction. Another Hermione/Ron pairing (which I really can't stop at. Maybe I should.. Hmmm). I still remember my first seventy over pages fan fiction I had drafted over a few months ago, saved it in a ruddy diskette and alas! I lost it. I truly miss that fan fiction, it had been more gripping then the ones I write these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Yes, I have been writing more than I thought I could and it sort of helps me improve because the dictionary is like a story book to me now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Write more soon. And oh, if in case you read this and wondered for a second about the cheesy title, RWHG really actually means Ron Weasley Hermione Granger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114975865370348347?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114975865370348347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114975865370348347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114975865370348347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114975865370348347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/06/rwhg.html' title='RWHG'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114923301955371032</id><published>2006-06-02T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T15:23:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just need to lie down for a while. Probably take a short nap because I'm feeling really worn out. I need to sleep man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114923301955371032?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114923301955371032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114923301955371032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114923301955371032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114923301955371032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-need-to-lie-down-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114889044196362700</id><published>2006-05-29T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:14:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The last two days had drifted by so quickly, it almost felt like I have been holding back my breath and I'm only starting to exhale and inhale today. Fiza has finally settled down. I witnessed her nikah last Saturday and just when it was commencing, I felt temporarily choked. It was really something - to be witnessing a very good buddy's big day. It was like a daze, really. I was so overwhelmed. I guess I'm just happy, I got a bit 'sad'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sunday was Fiza's wedding and excitedly, I dragged Shikin out of her house and got to Fiza's place by 10.30am. I was just eager to talk to her and see her put on her make up. We sat around her room from 11 and make up was not done till 12 plus!!! Shikin and me were running out of topic to talk about! But the point was, to see Fiza transform in that 1 hour was amazing. I think the make up artist did a fantastic job, her make up was brilliant. The bride was ready by about 1pm or so. Got down and I became a frantic paparazi. I was around, around to watch Abang Leman (Fiza's brother-in-law) silat before the groom, to watch a bit of performance done by the kompang group, watch the couple cut the brilliant looking wedding cake and before I know it, the couple was ushered to set off to head on to the groom's place. Time was limited so I went snapping them from the back, side, everywhere because I kept getting shoved off course. That was slightly off-putting, but everyone was soooo eager to see them off. I managed to scamper to their car, waved and called out to Fiza, apologizing as I could not come along to the groom's side and went back to my table feeling slightly unwell. So much for a day. So many things to say but no time at all. But I enjoyed myself, I really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;By 4pm, my head was throbbing badly and my Mr. was there so we left Fiza's place and rode back (despite my wish to wait until Fiza came back - I had hoped to see her final outfit) to his place where I popped a Panadol and slept for a whole hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I woke up feeling slightly better but then was told a bad news  - my Mr. received an SMS from a friend. One of our friend passed away in a road accident yesterday. I kept seeing him in my mind. Not long ago, I just wished him a happy birthday and he had said thanks and all. So young. But his time has come. I will just bekal kan al-fatihah buat arwah, semoga roh dia selamat dan ditempat kan dengar orang2 yang beriman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's best I be off. I'll write more soon dears. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114889044196362700?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114889044196362700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114889044196362700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114889044196362700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114889044196362700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-two-days-had-drifted-by-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114793911029201840</id><published>2006-05-18T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:58:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover's Letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lover's Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is merely a gut feeling that I have, but it seem to direct me to the fact that we are indeed falling apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want a separation - I want this intact, I want us to be together forever. I want you to never get tired of me. But alas! Your feelings aren't mine to manipulate. Thus the decision lies solely in you. Whether or not you love me. Whether or not we shall be together always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After all the emotional let down, I was truly mortified but I still held true to my feelings. Though how crushed, how tormented I feel, I cast it all aside because of love! Alas, it feels now my darling love loves another. Do you not feel what I feel for you? Do you not love me? Hear my lament!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then again, I shall not stay around in your shadows lest I'm obstructing you in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do understand that despite anything at all, you have my heart, my love and my soul. If you decide to kill me off, kill me off without pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fleur Abandonnée&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114793911029201840?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114793911029201840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114793911029201840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114793911029201840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114793911029201840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/05/lovers-letter.html' title='Lover&apos;s Letter.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114753588736804876</id><published>2006-05-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:58:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Me Describe My...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boyfriend. He's tall, dark. Handsome some might say, though a good lot just doesn't see him that way. He's got a nasty case of acne, though I really think they're not so bad. The spots sometimes makes him look even more so adorable. He's got "Bear" as a nickname. It is probably because he's big; especially around the middle area. He's a bit on the cheery side. Always seeing things positively, always happy. At least people thinks he's always happy. He's got his own deep dark secrets which I am yet to decipher. He hates arguments and being nagged at - is something sinful. He loves children and I would love to be his wife so I could have his kids for him to love. He's just amazingly fun to be around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But on the minus side, he likes to play arcade games. Which at times bothers me because he's using up the time when he's out with me to play arcade games. But above all, he's still nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why am I saying all these? Doh. I'll write more soon. Maybe I should start describing myself next eh? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix will be releasing in July 2007. :D Yahoooo~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114753588736804876?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114753588736804876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114753588736804876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114753588736804876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114753588736804876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/05/describe.html' title='Describe'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696036.post-114716223400006950</id><published>2006-05-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:10:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorbet~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ORANGE SORBET~ YUMMY~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had orange sorbet for dessert after lunch. Cost me a dollar but it's just... Ahhh... The cold of ice just tingles in my mouth. I wish I could have more. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About A Baby...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Melly Marsha came into this world on the 3rd May 2006 at 1.56pm. She was 3.5 kilos and 51cm at birth (though judging by her lack of activity - I'm sure she's gained a little more weight now). She's adorable and I just can't wait to see her again. I'm planning on buying a dress for her. It'll be good once she's around 4 months or so... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About A Boy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;On a very recent date with the Mr., I had really lost my sense of patience and was throwing a bit of tantrum at him. I was so mad. So mad over the fact that, most times when we're out, he would bid his time by playing arcade games and I'm really just standing beside him waiting for him to be done with his quest of beating as many opponents as possible. It would be fun to watch by the side for the first five minutes but after the 10th, I'd just get restless and I'll just walk away, blindly. It frustrates me and that recent date, it was my last draw. I suggested to him, it'd probably be better if we met once every two weeks. The other days he could spend as much quality time (and money) with his beloved hobby. But Nooooo... He said I should be supporting his hobbies (which honestly, I do but to the extend of having to sit and watch with nothing else to do?) and such. To end the argument, I had to tell him then that, yes, fine, I'd cater to him. If that's what helps the relationship. I feel oh-so-unimportant. Haha... Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooohhh! A Few More Days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till Fiza's wedding! I can't hardly wait! Seriously, I can't! :) Wonder what I should get her as a pre-wedding gift... Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh I got to go now. I'll post more soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all you lovelies!&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/9696036-114716223400006950?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114716223400006950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114716223400006950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114716223400006950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114716223400006950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/05/sorbet.html' title='Sorbet~!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114655811353811788</id><published>2006-05-02T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:21:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here's six odd facts and/or habits about myself that people don't really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. I'm turning 25 but some of my mates actually told me I look much younger than that. I have to flash my identification card upon purchasing cigarettes (not that I buy cigarettes now.)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. I had to go for a minor operation to remove two lump thingys from under my left armpit - I've now got two obvious scars (that is to say if ever anyone wanted to have a look at my armpit!). The worst part about the whole procedure, no one visited me except for my dad and best buddy, Fiza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. I work at level 16 at Valley Point and from where I am, I can see Takashimaya, Tangs, Wisma, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. I don't have a hobby. Pathetic. I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. I've never been on an airplane and my last holiday (to Malaysia) was about 3-4 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. I love pinching my boyfriend on his arm. Either that, or just grabbing his nipples. In public. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114655811353811788?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114655811353811788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114655811353811788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114655811353811788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114655811353811788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114593543993514867</id><published>2006-04-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:23:59.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake A Brownie For Me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've just developed a passion for baking. Yes, it sounds pretty unlike me, but for the past weeks, I've been surfing the internet for recipes. Of late, I've tried baking muffins, brownies and cookies and I'm trying to bake my first cake - I still haven't found a cake recipe to try. Maybe in time to come, I'll bake something less-chocolatey (the rest of the stuffs I bake has chocolate as the main ingredient anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broke, Boyfriend And Birthdays...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's my brother's 17th birthday today and we're having pizza. And I'm broke so I'm getting my sister to pay for the pizza. Hahah... This is amazingly pathetic. I'm anticipating my pay - when will it be!? Goodness, I had my pay early last month and this month, we're only getting it by the 1st. It totally sucks man. Now my boyfriend is a few hundred dollars richer than I am. *Grins* I'm that broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auntie, Baby And Brother...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My sister-in-law is 13 weeks pregnant. My brother is one happy clown, he just told me he could see the little fella growing, I guess they did a scanning during their doctor's appointment yesterday and brother said the little fella's taking form and my brother could see his/her head and all clearly. Argh! I'm going to be an aunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, I got to go now, I'll write more soon. Toodles!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE ALL.&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/9696036-114593543993514867?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114593543993514867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114593543993514867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114593543993514867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114593543993514867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/baking.html' title='Baking'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114558384094516120</id><published>2006-04-21T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:44:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Why Do We Hurt The Most, The Ones We Love The Most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's a question even I myself am not able to give a specific answer to. But it's quite right to say this. We always take for granted the people we love. We always use them as our punching bag at times when we are frustrated or filled with angst. We always abuse them. WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is it because we're just too comfortable with them? Is it because; times when we're just not in the right mood, they're within reach to abuse? Why can't we humans just take it out on a wall? Walls don't have feelings and by the end of the day, we can't hurt it. Instead, we take it out on our mothers, our fathers, our sisters and brothers or our lovers. WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's also a promise I can't keep. Time and again when I'm mad I abuse my loved ones - and at the end of the day, I'd just crumble with the guilt weighing on my shoulders. But then, I'd silently promise myself never to hurt them again. Never. But it's somewhat a repeated cycle. It's never ending. I'll always end up hurting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The point is, how do we keep our angst when at times like these, we just want to explode? How can a person be so heartless as to walk out the door when a loved one is at home crying her heart out? How can anyone be so clueless as to be ultra rude, insolent, impertinent, blunt and etc to their loved ones? HOW HOW HOW? WHY WHY WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Times like these, I wish I didn't exist but I know my existence is for a reason and I know eventually I will make a difference to someone's life, Insya'Allah. Right now, I just seek Allah's protection on my family, my friends, my relatives and my neighbours. And I see Him to calm me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love all.&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/9696036-114558384094516120?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114558384094516120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114558384094516120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114558384094516120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114558384094516120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114492229425024496</id><published>2006-04-13T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:58:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAHOOO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAHOOOOO~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BESOK HOLIDAYYY~~ Boleh tidur and bangun lambat!!! Yes ah! Best ah! Macam gini uh baru semangat... Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gw rindu pacar gw. Tolong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ok lah, akan ku tulis cerita yang panjang di lain hari! Daa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114492229425024496?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114492229425024496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114492229425024496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114492229425024496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114492229425024496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/yahooo.html' title='YAHOOO...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114482873745285166</id><published>2006-04-12T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:58:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mister</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Mister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I met my Mr. yesterday to fix his handphone and afterwhich, we had dinner and all. It was the sort of "lazy" day where all I wanted was to just laze around with him. We ended up sitting on a bench around Marina, talking and listening to one of Peterpan's song on repeat mode. There was a point of time when we were just conversing when I just made a voice and made faces and he asked me, "It really has been a long time since we dated hasn't it? You weren't like this when I first dated you!" He was amused. Really, terribly amused. But I guess that's just it. I'm just too comfortable with him. It's been four long years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I showed him a few pages of what I wrote in my journal/diary and he claim he could never understand why us girls keep diaries. Hehehe... You'll get used to it Nahar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'll talk more soon. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114482873745285166?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114482873745285166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114482873745285166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114482873745285166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114482873745285166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-mister.html' title='My Mister'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114473327256854128</id><published>2006-04-11T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T13:27:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;My friend, Sarah and I 'modelled' for my brother last Sunday at this open field (in the middle of nowhere sort of thing) in Sengkang. Apart from the sweat, the heat and the very moody weather (the sort where you think the weather couldn't actually make up it's mind - whether to be hot or cloudy), I had my share of good fun. I've never actually went out and talked to Sarah much, but it was nice having her around! It was ace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm just facing a load of pretty mundane weekends, I'm hoping I could go out more and shoot with my brother again soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Till then! I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE. And you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114473327256854128?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114473327256854128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114473327256854128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114473327256854128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114473327256854128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/modelling.html' title='Modelling'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114429295511970406</id><published>2006-04-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:09:15.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMUSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My internet connection was supposed to run yesterday but I honestly have no clue what my younger brother did that the connection was facing a problem. We're wasting ONE day and by the end of the month, I still have to pay $43 for a month's worth of internet surfing. ONE day's internet surfing is &lt;em&gt;crucial&lt;/em&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My boyfriend called me to ask how the whole set up was going and as I told him my problems, he choose to guide me through the phone and tried to figure out what went wrong. Have you ever had a conversation with someone, you don't know what's happening to your computer and the person on the line is trying to explain to you but you're just not getting what that person's trying to say? That was what happened. I had NO clue what my boyfriend was telling me to do. I plugged out a few wires, slammed my mouse on the mouse pad with more force than required, almost kicked my monitor - for short, I was venting my frustrations on the poor, poor PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After all the explanations though, I end up crying. It was late (nearing 1am), I was sleepy, confused and above all, very unfortunate to not understand what my boyfriend was saying though he really meant to help. I raised my voice a few times at him, but kept at a low tone because I know if my mother heard me screaming on the phone, she'd kill me for waking everyone in the family up. Point is, I raised my voice on my boyfriend. The poor guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, before we ended our conversation, my boyfriend told me "Don't worry about it. I'll come over to your place tomorrow and help out." It was what I had been meaning to hear actually. FINALLY he suggested coming over to help out. It was high time. I thought I was loosing my brains. He's coming over tonight to look what's wrong with the connection. If he can't help at the end of the day, I'll just call the SingNet guys to come over and fix it up for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Moral of the story is, fixing a problem via the phone is NEVER a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114429295511970406?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114429295511970406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114429295511970406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114429295511970406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114429295511970406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/amused.html' title='Amused'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114413062310462896</id><published>2006-04-04T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:03:43.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RATU~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TEMAN TAPI MESRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's a chorus of a song sung by Ratu. Interesting... And I like the song. Very catchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cukup lah saja berteman dgn ku&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lah kau meminta lebih..&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak mungkin mencintai mu..&lt;br /&gt;Kita berteman saja, teman tapi mesra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang suka pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Namun aku ada yang punya&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik kita berteman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;kita berteman saja&lt;br /&gt;Teman tapi mesra…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114413062310462896?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114413062310462896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114413062310462896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114413062310462896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114413062310462896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/ratu.html' title='RATU~'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114404513728608029</id><published>2006-04-03T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:20:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR STRUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEEING STARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dishevelled - I dragged my tired self to Plaza Singapura on Sunday, second April, and reached as early as 8am. I lacked sleep, was hungry and I felt alone, abandoned somehow and tricked into coming to the place this early. Looking around, I realise I was the first to have arrived for the Suria's Meet and Greet Ari Wibowo (the man who acted as Ivan in DIA) session. Yes. As astounding as it sounds - I actually went to queue for the Ari Wibowo event organized by Mediacorp's Suria. And though I hate to confess my kiasu-ism, I wanted to be the first 100 to get to meet him upfront and get an autograph. Or what I had told everyone around me; "I'm just booking spaces for my sisters." It was partially true. I was the least eager one amongst Rini and Yana but I was first to reach nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anxiety ate me up whole when I had my Mcdonald's Big Breakfast alone. I was cursing Yana for being so late. I felt like an idiot. Before long, 3 likely fans turned up and had Mcdonald's breakfast too. They kept exchanging glances at me, probably wondering too if I was there for Ari. Ate my breakfast in silence and just as I was about to finish, Yana suddenly appeared. She had a quick breakfast too before we scampered back to the make-shift tent for the meet and greet. Surprisingly, the queue got longer within the next half an hour and within that period, Rini arrived along with my 3 little cousins, my aunt, my grandmother and one of my aunt's helper. By 10-11am - thousands of people were standing along the tent and a few more of my aunts arrived (it almost felt like a family affair; if my mom actually bothered to come, it would have been!). By 12 - the place literally heated up. There was unbearable noise pollution and the sun was blazing overhead. God knows how many packets of tissues I dapped my perspiring forehead with. It was just blazing. BLAZING and I'm not joking. By 12 plus, the MC gathered the first 100 adults and gave us passes for the autograph signing. I was lucky Miss Number Ten. Apprehension engulfed me completely. This was it. I am going to meet Ari upclose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From 1+ all the way to 3+pm when Ari finally made his appearance felt like complete hell. The hosts Suzhairy and Rima Melati attempted to entertain the monster crowd but it was just too rowdy and people were screaming their insides out for Ari. Impatient, impatient fans. I was getting impatient too. I didn't care that Syed Azmir or the Anugerah winner was up on stage singing their throats sore - selfishly, I wanted to see only Ari. When finally the time came that he had arrived, my insides felt heavy. I was stripped off make up (the weather was too hot anyway, I hadn't bothered to put any make up for that matters), perspiring, tousled and completely eager to see this Indonesian actor - the one I critisized, the one I had liked and the one with the pink lips. The part where he clamber up the stage and with very &lt;em&gt;Pak Ivan&lt;/em&gt; voice (of course it's Pak Ivan's voice, he acted as Pak Ivan!), he greeted everyone, flashed us with a big grin and a wave that sent fans into hysteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The part where he spoke to fans, flirted with the whole lot of us, making sure everyone had their equal share of him (he walked around the stage and if need be, he look like he would have jumped down and entertained each and every single one there - all thirty THOUSAND of us fans); drifted like a pleasant dream. The part where I finally went up on stage - snapped a photograph of him (he looked at my camera!) and shook his hand - I completely, totally lost my sense of direction, my will to control my weak knees was absent, my head was a complete haze. I was star struck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ari Wibowo is truly an icon. He's so nice. He's so friendly and he obliged to Q and A sessions with the fans, interacted and teased us and stuff. It's so nice to actually meet him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After the whole event, I walked in Plaza Singapura, bought a polo t-shirt - changed, freshen up, put on a bit of make up and met the Mister - though I was still too star struck to do or say anything much the rest of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much for this entry. I'll save some vocabs for a future event. Till then. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all.&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/9696036-114404513728608029?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114404513728608029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114404513728608029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114404513728608029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114404513728608029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/04/star-struck.html' title='STAR STRUCK'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114344578603267234</id><published>2006-03-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:49:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vendetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Remember Remember, The 7th Of April...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My dad's turning 50 then. It's been ages since I last saw him, really, and I miss him so much. I miss him so much that sometimes, I ask myself - "Why don't I visit him? It's not like he's living in a different country." The guilt of not seeing my dad this long is - for short, a constant nagging feeling in my head. But each time I ask myself why I'm not visiting him, the thought of seeing his wife is never a good feeling. I still can't accept her. At times, I can't even except the fact that I'm not Guilty as charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Apart from that - I plan to visit him on the 7th of April and have a small family get together. Just him, me, my sister and my brothers. JUST US. No wife, no step siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie and I loved it. So much. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I felt so loved yesterday. We finally had a nice time out with each other. Had lunch, a movie, met up with a few friends (Aoub and Fazli - how I missed Aoub!), had supper and then just be all alone after that. Bliss. I love you boyfriend. So much so that sometimes it gets harder to be apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok lah, enough of the mush. I'll write more soon when I got the time too. Till then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114344578603267234?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114344578603267234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114344578603267234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114344578603267234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114344578603267234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/03/v-for-vendetta.html' title='V for Vendetta'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696036.post-114256975053650092</id><published>2006-03-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:29:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Under The Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing Under The Full Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was on my journey home last night. It was late, I quicken my pace and just as I was about to cross the road, I looked up and saw the full moon, as round and whole as a ball. Stunned by its beauty, I stopped dead in my tracks and admired just one of the many Almighty's creations. It's quite interesting that - sometimes, you just forsake nature, the beauty of what the Almighty has presented you with. I stared at it, imagining myself in a white dress, with flowers in my hair, dancing with nature. Dancing the beautiful night away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day I really ought to go out there and dance under the moon light... It kind of calms me down, the beauty is just enticing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I need a whole lot of calming down these days. I've got too many things in my mind. Emotions itself is not being fair with me at the moment. Calm downnnnn Ina... You can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My sister just bought the POA and GOF dvds (after ages!) and we've still yet to watch the special stuffs... Rupert is as adorable as ever and I'm still pretty much into HP mind you. Haha.. Will spill more about their OOTP shooting once I get news! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love all.&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/9696036-114256975053650092?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114256975053650092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114256975053650092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114256975053650092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114256975053650092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/03/dancing-under-full-moon.html' title='Dancing Under The Full Moon'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114198402960587048</id><published>2006-03-10T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:47:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew ew ew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'VE ONLY GOT ONE THING TO SAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;TO YOU-KNOW-WHO-YOU-ARE, WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHOVE ROTTING FISH UP YOUR ASS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114198402960587048?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114198402960587048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114198402960587048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114198402960587048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114198402960587048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/03/ew-ew-ew.html' title='Ew ew ew...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-114050125968477471</id><published>2006-02-21T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:54:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Have Story Ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Story Liao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I haven't got much to say... In fact, there isn't much that's happened in life. At the moment, everything is just mundane. Same old, same old daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I better get going now. Will yabble more in time to come. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-114050125968477471?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/114050125968477471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=114050125968477471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114050125968477471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/114050125968477471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-have-story-ler.html' title='Don&apos;t Have Story Ler...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113997246903410361</id><published>2006-02-15T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:01:09.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Fondest Days Of My Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A conversation with my boyfriend yesterday left me thinking so much about my school past, particularly my ITE school days. Feels weird how it felt like just yesterday since I started education in ITE - the memories of the friends I made, the teachers who taught me, old infatuations and all sorts of wonderful (and bitter) things came rushing through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first year in school drifted by like a particularly pleasant breeze; I adapted, made friends and all was well. The lot of us in class 1SC3 was like a family; we bonded so well, we've had our fair share of laughter and bitter moments. Second year was a more exciting year. Parted class with good friends, new classmates joining, had a nasty fall out with a friend (though we eventually worked things out), took part in a school play, had my first boyfriend after what felt like ages and so much more... My youth has ended. I missed my school days. I missed the friends I had. Such wonderful time. I had not expected everyone to stay, I knew they weren't meant to, but I thank them. For once in my life, I had such joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;JOEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The period where I got involved in my school play was not less exciting. I remembered I had always wanted to be in a play, the stage was a curious thing for me. I wanted to experience what it felt like rehearsing and memorising lines, getting into character, convincing the audience that a stage play isn't anything like you see on television. What I had not expected though, was to be one of the lead cast. Yes, I was Joey. I was the stage play's title. It had been unnerving. But the friends I made during the production had made it all easy for me. I got to know friends from different ITE colleges. The bonds we made, the memories...it was all beautiful. I even had a boyfriend during the production. He had been the nicest person I'd ever known (Though alas! It didn't work out). Joey wasn't a typical one day production; it went on for a time at different colleges. The lot of us travelled from east college to west college to perform and when it finally ended, I was sad. Memories are sinking in the depths of my stomach now as I type. It had been so dear to me. I had been so drawn on becoming Joey, I felt I was her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The friends I made; they came and went. They've left traces of fond memories for me to hold on to. We now have our own lifes to live. To the cast, crew, director of Joey, I hope it's not too late; thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Love Of My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;In my ITE college was where I met him. Naha(haha)rudin Bin Mohamed. We're together now and that's all that matters. I'm more than happy. I'm almost complete. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love all. I miss all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&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/9696036-113997246903410361?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113997246903410361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113997246903410361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113997246903410361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113997246903410361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/02/joey.html' title='JOEY'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113921210882353919</id><published>2006-02-06T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:48:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As most die hard fans would probably know by now, Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix will start shooting today, the 6th February 2006. I'm truly excited to know that names like Gary Oldman will reprise their previous roles in the Potter series! :D That'll be something to look forward to. And the likes of the young Marauder's - Oooh... I can't wait to see the cast acting as them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF BOYFRIEND (AND AN EX)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart from that - V-day's around the corner. Yes, I know I don't celebrate V-days, but, you know, as a token, since we did not actually celebrate our fourth year anniversary, I thought a small outing and gift exchange would be a nice idea. I don't want to over spend on a gift but I want to make things special for him. I was thinking of getting something practical but all I could think of at the moment is to buy him a toy! Hahaha... He's got practically everything, that guy. Maybe I'll buy him a control car. I don't really know what kind he likes. Argh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if there's one thing that's making me slightly guilty right now - is the fact that I was actually enjoying a bit of an obvious flirting by an ex-boyfriend. Hmm... A bit of name calling. How very strange is that. But the teasing no doubt made my cheeks turn rosy. That's a cute, school-girl thing. I'm no longer a school girl. I'm 25. Let me kick myself in the butt... *kicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to go for now. Further updates in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113921210882353919?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113921210882353919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113921210882353919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113921210882353919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113921210882353919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113826290057758937</id><published>2006-01-26T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T16:08:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAVE $ CAMPAIGN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Well, most of you who's linked to me via Friendster might recall me setting up a Save Money Campaign months ago. +grins+ Basically it's an encouragement for people to preferably 'tapau' food from home rather than spend that crucial; say, $5 for a meal outside. I did practise it for weeks on end. I managed to incredibly save quite a lot to buy things. Not food things, but things like shoes, ear studs and clothes and I'm proud of my practise. But I stopped practising for about 2-3 months and there's dramatic difference to my bank balance. REALLY. I'm not kidding. Point is, I'm starting on this campaign again. On my own. Yes. Because there's things I want to buy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Apart from that - there's that holiday I need to save up for. Hmm... Destination = God knows where. Still haven't decide on anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ah well, best I be talking more later. Got to finish some stuff up. Works piling slowly these days. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113826290057758937?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113826290057758937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113826290057758937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113826290057758937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113826290057758937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/yumster.html' title='Yumster.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113800147925577930</id><published>2006-01-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:32:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgh~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bad Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been having a few nights of really bad sleep. It's terrible. I'm asking mom to buy a new bed. I sound a little paranoid now don't I? I guess, yeah... But rather than having sleepless nights, might as well try out for a new bed... See if it helps, at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart from that, I had a nice day out with my Nahar yesterday. It was cool. We talked about getting a job and stuff... I see that he's really determined to work. Way to go tiger. I hope he'd get that well-deserved job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will write more soon darlings. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113800147925577930?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113800147925577930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113800147925577930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113800147925577930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113800147925577930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/arrgh.html' title='Arrgh~!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113773040681249803</id><published>2006-01-20T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:15:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREAKY THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bowling has never been a sport for me. In fact, I believe I'm not much of a sport person at all. But of all things, yesterday I had a meet up with a few of my CeMTA mates AND got involved with a game of bowling with them. It was catastrophic. I was mortified with the idea of throwing the 9-kilo bowling ball (yeah, I had to use one of the lighter balls - it felt so much safer) and having my friends behind me ogle at how bad I was. It was terrible. But in all, after my friend, Faizal, gave me endless tips, I did pretty well actually. Infact, once or twice I heard them clapping for me. It was embarrassing. But yes! I did have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All in all, having &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; someone around yesterday made me feel queasy. Not that I'm uncomfortable with him around, I just... I don't know. Maybe I was nervous. He was an ex boyfriend afterall. For the past few times he was around, either my boyfriend or a reliable girlfriend will be by my side so it didn't feel that awkward. Then again, like it or not, he was there. So I had to deal with it. The good part is, I got to 'cheat without cheating'; he was eye candy. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, dissappointment sinks in yesterday when things don't seem to go right with my boyfriend. I guess he's not feeling on top of the world because looking for a job has proven to be far more tougher than he could bargain for. He has a last resort which I shudder to think about and pray that he has the right mind not to blindly pick a job and regret later. Like he said, trial and error. But if the error is a huge one, who'll feel shitty at the end of the day then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for brighter days for Nahar. He should really deserve something good in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better pause here. Will write much more in time to come. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113773040681249803?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113773040681249803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113773040681249803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113773040681249803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113773040681249803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/freaky-thursday.html' title='Freaky Thursday'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113739953197580424</id><published>2006-01-16T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:18:51.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Barking Mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my fourth year anniversary with the boyfriend last Friday (the 13th. Hehe!). It was HORRIBLE! I can't believe I'm saying this but yes! It was! I know I shouldn't be so nasty but I can't help posting something as private as this for the whole world to read but, really. I wasn't having fun. It was boring. Haha.. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And for the next few times if we go out together - I think it'll be as boring because, eversince he started working at that dump, he gets; I don't know really, but it seems like he gets tired and sleepy easily. Which is SO annoying. I mean, imagine having your partner yawning 24/7 on a day out with you. So, yeah. It was ANNOYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which brings me to this; maybe I should go out less with him. Like, give each other some time off. And we should meet up only when necessary, in order for us not to like, get bored or anything... Hahaha.. Lately it's just been boring. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had my re-opening for ngaji last Saturday. It was fun fun fun. Yeah... Nothing beats mengaji. Keeps you calm actually. Hee... :) Afterwhich my family went to visit my cousin's who's just given birth pre-maturely. She looks fine... We're just dying to see her son. Soon, we hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The auditioning for Luna Lovegood is drawing to an end... Soon, I should think... I can't wait for more news on it! Hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooh... I got to run now. A bit busy... Sigh. Will write more soon darlings! Love all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113739953197580424?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113739953197580424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113739953197580424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113739953197580424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113739953197580424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/mental.html' title='Mental!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113695813987157634</id><published>2006-01-11T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:42:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH REALLY NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;AM BORED TO DEATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My boss' away in China so that leaves me and a manager stranded in the office. It gets pretty boring when this happens. Really, it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my colleague discovered something about me that's left me feeling a tiny bit uncomfortable about myself. It wasn't just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; colleague (though it was her that had mentioned it out loud) but all three of them soon were oogling at me as if I was a fat, fresh live carp in a tank. I can't help it. It's not like I had any choice, eh? I'm 'built' this way. Deal with it. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, the weather has just been wet, wet, wet. Yesterday was Hari Raya Haji and my siblings and me did not go to dad's house because mom said we didn't have to. Even if we had to, the weather dampened MYYYY spirit. Plus, it was such a nice day to stay home and do chores and just watch tv. Mom cooked up a feast and I'm not going to be surprised if my cholestrol level shoots up like crazy again. Fattening stuffs... But really good! I can't help it. Hmm... Maybe I should hit the gym like, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gym... Hmm... Maybe tomorrow. :) I got to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;motivate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;myself. Yeah. I think tomorrow will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another TWOOO days and it'll be my 4th year anniversary with Nahar. Mental. How're we supposed to celebrate? I haven't even prepared myself - mentally - and well, just too much to do and think of at the moment, this 4th year anniversary falls way back in my "More Important" list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I could plan on a meet up to have dinner. The anniversary's not important, but he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm in need of a massive DVD shopping spree. Just last weekend, after my shopping trip with my buddy Zsa, I went to Jurong Point and got myself a movie CD. I was rather eager to buy a couple of code 1 DVDs (esp. that Harry Potter and The  Prisoner Of Azkaban movie which my sister promised to buy like, ages ago... but still haven't!!!) but alas! I need to restrict myself or else I'd gone off budget which is NOT what I'm planning to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe once I get this month's pay (and that rumoured 'bonus' my boss was telling me about), I might just go for the DVD shopping spree. BTW, has anyone seen the Pooh's Heffalump Movie? It's brilliant I tell you. Left a bit of tear in my eyes. *Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow... It's amazing how writing in my blog sort of made me feel slightly cheerful. But I can't write more for now. Will do soon. Till then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113695813987157634?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113695813987157634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113695813987157634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113695813987157634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113695813987157634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-really-now.html' title='OH REALLY NOW.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696036.post-113677382916863688</id><published>2006-01-09T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:30:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Been Such Rainy Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been raining like crazy these past few days and the temperature's been really cold, I woke up this morning shivering and realise the tips of my fingers were turning slightly purplish. I miss long warm days. I do hope the weather'll change soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent my entire Sunday at his place, eating dough nuggets (that's jemput-jemput to us) and crackers and watching loads of tv. He left me completely alone with his mom but thankfully, we had loads to talk about. We even gossiped about how Nahar'll will EVER save $$$ for his future. Yeah, it was a bit pressurising when the topic shifted to that about marriage (again) because I definitely look like I was jabbed in the stomach by a blunt knife but his mom just went on about it. Haha... But it was fun. All good. I don't know really. Does marriage even cross his mind in the first place? Are we bound to be in a long courtship for the rest of our lives? Will we ever be together? Let's just wait and see. And wait; is a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LETS TALK &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah, just when you think that I've grown out of the phrase, think again. I just purchased a plastic bag full of HP merchandise from this shop called "POPCORN". Well, I got a couple of postcards and wallet callendar and recently, I bought 2 HP t-shirts (from the kids section in JL at Somerset! LOL) as well. Talk about being 24 and still crazy over the boy wizard and his friends! Apart from that - anticipation just sinks in daily as I await news of the HP OOTP casting. I know WB will be revealing the characters Tonks, Luna and the young Maurauders' pretty soon; next month to be precise. I just hope they live up to my expectation! Haha! I can be such a nerd at times. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh I best be going. Yakked too much for now. Will write more soon love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113677382916863688?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113677382916863688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113677382916863688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113677382916863688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113677382916863688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/honestly-now.html' title='Honestly Now...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113643043992696577</id><published>2006-01-05T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:08:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2006!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Already 2006 and I still have not achieved my 2005's resolution. LOL. Anyway, I did not think of any new years' resolution for this year, though I have to say; there are a few lists of things I ought to do and at least strive for it! So many things to be done, so many things to think about, presently, my mind's just a mass of ideas and thoughts and stuff. I will have to have a &lt;em&gt;LOAD&lt;/em&gt; of determination to keep my ideas and thoughts and shape it to become real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there are places to go and moolahs to save up. I've made up my mind and have agreed with my brother that I will be going on a holiday with him to Cherating sometime in mid 2006. That should be a load of fun. I haven't travelled out of Singapore for the longest time ever! It really has been ages! I think a holiday should do me some justice. I really need it. And the idea of being away from my parents is rather scary but it would also be rather adventurous. I think Cherating should be a beautiful place. A place to just chill and relax; exactly what I need most. I just hope the sticker price won't be a bomb though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart from that, I have this strange urge to head on down to Jurong Bird Park - I know this sounds weird but, I was hoping to catch a glimpse on those snowy owls. LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooh... I hate to mention, but since I can't escape it, well - 13th January marks my 4th year anniversary with the Boyfriend. It'll be one thousand, four hundred and sixty days since we got together. A little unnerving. Four years of courtship. Four years of pain and suffering and bitter moments... Hah. Just kidding. I had my fair share of love and affection from him. It was all lovely. Being with him is lovely. I just can't imagine, I threatened him for a break up on the 3rd January (!!!) because I was paranoid. Why DO we get paranoid anyway? Rather disturbing. But I thought he was ignoring me. LOL. Then again...all is smooth sailing for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We talked about marriage yesterday. *GASPS* Yes, we did. But then again - it'll be a long time from now. I'd be content. I don't mind waiting. I mean, I'm not prepared either. Not that I'm not prepared, but I'm rather confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, I better get going now. Will yabble more soon darlings. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; all.&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/9696036-113643043992696577?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113643043992696577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113643043992696577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113643043992696577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113643043992696577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR!!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113565134675602023</id><published>2005-12-27T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:42:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED OFF</title><content type='html'>PISSED OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way pissed off because Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire's no longer in top 5 in the movie charts! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm pissed is because uh, yeah... I'm the most BORING-EST person in this whole wide world. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write more soon. Love all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113565134675602023?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113565134675602023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113565134675602023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113565134675602023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113565134675602023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/pissed-off.html' title='PISSED OFF'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113513884309702492</id><published>2005-12-21T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:20:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm REALLY Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now I'm REALLY Depressed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depression is sinking in. Really. I mean, HONESTLY, how do I enjoy the remaining week with a hole in my pocket? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apart from that, well, I am pretty upset with the rest of the volunteers that's conducting the Christmas party (which'll be held this 23rd in our office). Apparently, 3/4 of what they'd serve on the table are not edible to me. :( *sobs* But I can't complain. I guess I'll just deal with it. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then there's my boyfriend who's against watching The Chronicles Of Narnia, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. REALLY. It's just a friggin' movie man. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well, I've got to deal with it. Write more soon. Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113513884309702492?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113513884309702492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113513884309702492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113513884309702492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113513884309702492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-im-really-depressed.html' title='Now I&apos;m REALLY Depressed'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113462488107266491</id><published>2005-12-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T13:34:41.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KING KONG&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;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw King Kong yesterday. It was good! Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Do go watch it if you've time to spare (the show is 3 hours long!)! Adrian Brody is a dish in the movie! I loved his character! He looks almost edible. Yum... hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Write more soon! LOVE ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113462488107266491?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113462488107266491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113462488107266491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113462488107266491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113462488107266491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong.html' title='King Kong'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113395011573675807</id><published>2005-12-07T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:08:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/Wacky____by_CommanderDex.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/Wacky____by_CommanderDex.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them have gone mental. 'Nuff said. *Photo courtesy of Dex - well, yeah, my brother*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113395011573675807?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113395011573675807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113395011573675807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113395011573675807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113395011573675807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/both-of-them-have-gone-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113392321170092493</id><published>2005-12-07T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:40:11.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Any kind, helpful souls out there? I'm in need of a new mobile phone. Please, if anyone is kind enough, do get me one? *Grins* My mobile phone's just died on me, which basically sucks because, shamefully, I have to admit I'm rather dependent on it... It still works actually, I could still dial and make phonecalls and such, it's just that, it's gone mute you see? I didn't put it under silent mode, it's just suddenly gone quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And all those Harry Potter ringing tones I've downloaded...*sigh*... what an awful waste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Do lets hope I get to buy a new mobile soon (or someone buys me one eh? *Grins*). Till then, take care. Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113392321170092493?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113392321170092493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113392321170092493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113392321170092493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113392321170092493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113385091801608928</id><published>2005-12-06T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:35:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/Irishhats.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/Irishhats.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, I wish Singapore would just do us Harry Potter fans a favor by doing what the Japanese are doing! They're (Japan - Tokyo if I've got this right) holding out a major Harry Potter exhibition where props and costumes from the movie Goblet of Fire is on display, the tiniest details that we barely notice in the movie, the plates from the Yule Ball, the dodgy hats representing Ireland (as seen in this picture here) worn by someone during the 422nd Quidditch World Cup and so on are all on display. God! I'm really envious. Isetan in Japan was selling these cute cupped cheesecakes topped with a chocolate sorting hat! How bloody cool is that?! Well - do lets hope we'll get something like that in Singapore in time to come. :) Love all. Will write more soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113385091801608928?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113385091801608928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113385091801608928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113385091801608928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113385091801608928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-are-times-i-wish-singapore-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113350840580242224</id><published>2005-12-02T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:29:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EX/EXT/extraspecialnothing/1132380796_uty_Humor2.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8595234)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your humor makes you beautiful.  The fact that you&lt;br /&gt;can make people laugh and feel happy is your&lt;br /&gt;beauty. In a world/society that stresses over&lt;br /&gt;everything you make people feel good; this&lt;br /&gt;attracts them to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/extraspecialnothing/quizzes/What%20Makes%20You%20Beautiful%3F/"&gt; What Makes You Beautiful?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113350840580242224?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113350840580242224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113350840580242224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113350840580242224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113350840580242224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-humor-makes-you-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113340803788901489</id><published>2005-12-01T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:36:20.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PORKY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The Trophy is a PORKY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, the difference between Asians and British is the fact that we have completely different accents. So, my non-Harry-Potter-reader friend watched GOF recently, and being a helpful friend that I am, I told her I'd explain the movie to her if she did not catch what was going on (some non-readers got lost halfway through the movie because they haven't a clue what was going on and etc...). The funniest thing my friend mentioned was this; "Then why was the trophy a 'porky'?" I almost died laughing my hearts out. I had to explain then that it's not called a 'porky', it's called a port key. LOL! HILARIOUS! I guess it was how the British actors articulated their words; I guess 'Porky' was what my friend heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. I will write more soon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love all.&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/9696036-113340803788901489?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113340803788901489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113340803788901489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113340803788901489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113340803788901489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/12/porky.html' title='PORKY!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113288804433602679</id><published>2005-11-25T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:07:24.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPERIO! CRUCIO! AVADA KEDAVRA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMPERIO! CRUCIO! AVADA KEDAVRA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't had the time to meet up with my boyfriend. It's really frustrating not being able to hang out together. But there's nothing we can do. Absolutely NOTHING. Sigh. The saddest part is actually the fact that he doesn't even call me these days! It's really frustrating! I wish I could just perform the unforgivable curse on someone right now. Torture the person till he goes mental. *FROWNS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the other hand, I've a date with my brothers later today. That should be a load of fun. I hope I could get things out of my head soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I shall talk more soon. Till l8er! LOVE ALL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113288804433602679?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113288804433602679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113288804433602679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113288804433602679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113288804433602679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/imperio-crucio-avada-kedavra.html' title='IMPERIO! CRUCIO! AVADA KEDAVRA!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113265012057232158</id><published>2005-11-22T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:02:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl Posts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to a few dedicated Harry Potter websites, I managed to get to know a few really nice people across the globe who loves HP just as much as I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shout out to Ian for being such a sweet lad! Hope to share more R.W / R.G articles and such when I get my hands on them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just removed my chatterbox actually. It got a litte irritating to have Jim posting things like "Bitch" and stuffs like that on them. I guess if Jim wanted to do an introduction of himself, he could've chosen some other place to do so. The poor dude. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll post more stuffs soon. Till then, Muax to all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113265012057232158?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113265012057232158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113265012057232158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113265012057232158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113265012057232158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/owl-posts.html' title='Owl Posts!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113202041025781395</id><published>2005-11-15T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:06:50.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray Hooray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN'T HELP BUT POST SOMETHING - AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have I mentioned? Fred and George Weasley were AMAZING. HILARIOUS. FUNNY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. Will update more soon. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113202041025781395?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113202041025781395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113202041025781395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113202041025781395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113202041025781395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/hooray-hooray.html' title='Hooray Hooray'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113201980856172144</id><published>2005-11-15T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:59:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/Picture%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/Picture%20102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ron. This was taken yesterday after the movies. Yes. That's the Hogwarts beanie I was telling everyone about. Apparently it's not sold at the movie merchandise shop anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I took 17 pictures by the poster. Haha... It was mental! But we were enjoying ourselves. It almost felt like we were at the premieres, seeing them in person. Hee... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9696036-113201980856172144?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113201980856172144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113201980856172144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201980856172144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201980856172144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-and-ron.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113201967690652477</id><published>2005-11-15T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:54:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER GOF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;READ THE BOOK AND YOU'LL LOVE THE MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to the Gala Premiere of &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt; last night. *Smiles* My sister and I thought it was going to be a big event, turns out it wasn't what we expected. This didn't deter our high spirits one bit. We went, dressed up like students from Hogwarts out of school hours (We saw a girl in black robes, sporting bushy hair. She didn't look Hermione-ish, she looks more like Hagrid! *Grins*) and completely, totally lost ourselves in the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am truly lost for words. But I have to say that the fourth movie, directed by Mike Newell is really, really one of the most brilliant Harry Potter movies by far. If you think Prisoner of Azkaban was dark and all - Goblet of Fire will completely change the way you see Harry Potter as a whole. It's not merely something for the kids, adults like myself and loads others are appreciating the Potter movies too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There wasn't any key characters missing, unless you like house-elves, and Mike Newell followed the book closely. So if you read the book and love it, you'll definitely love the movie as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/span&gt; (I LOVE RON WEASLEY!!!) and Emma Watson have all grown into really fine young actors. It was amazing to see how convincing they were. And I totally am begining to love the Phelps twins as well. They were HILARIOUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Point is - I, big fan of HP, would like everyone to go watch the movie. Trust me, you won't be dissappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113201967690652477?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113201967690652477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113201967690652477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201967690652477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201967690652477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-gof.html' title='HARRY POTTER GOF'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113201850874090794</id><published>2005-11-15T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:35:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/Picture%20106.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/Picture%20106.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart ass billboard at Cathay Cineleisure Singapore. Way damn cool I tell you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113201850874090794?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113201850874090794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113201850874090794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201850874090794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201850874090794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/smart-ass-billboard-at-cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113201802002614173</id><published>2005-11-15T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:27:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/56150181.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/56150181.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert Grint at the US Premiere of Harry Potter And The Goblet of Fire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113201802002614173?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113201802002614173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113201802002614173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201802002614173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113201802002614173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/rupert-grint-at-us-premiere-of-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113194375438127277</id><published>2005-11-14T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T12:49:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUTINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nahar came over to the Jurong house yesterday for Raya. It was a blast. :) Mom had to tease him again about saving up for our marriage. I joked with him to shut his ears and oh, I wished mom could've spared the poor lad. It was rather embarrassing. "Yah, Nahar nak kena simpan duit, nak buat khemah, pelamin..." Someone - stab me. Quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our last house was at Hougang, after which, I followed Nahar back to his place to retrieve his ride so he could send me home. It was weird. Yesterday was the second time I came over his place at midnight, his mom was still awake and we chat about her siblings. She showed me their raya pics too, which was sweet because on a couple of pictures, I was included. Ace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I have this strange mutual feeling that Nahar's mom likes me. Yes. She likes me. She wants me to be part of the family. *Grins* Well - I could be wrong though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tonight - YES PEOPLE - tonight, I'll be heading off to the Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire GALA PREMIERE at Cathay Cineleisure. I've packed with me my camera, my Harry Potter beanie (my oh-so-precious HP merchandise) and mood... *Grins* My sister just told me she had a sleepless night thinking about the whole thing! Haha... Well - I don't care if I had to crane my neck to watch (we got tickets for seats A1 and A2! Bloody hell!) - I'll still be the first few in Singapore to catch it and that's what matters. *Grins* And I can't wait to see RON RON RON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll update more soon darlings. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113194375438127277?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113194375438127277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113194375438127277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113194375438127277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113194375438127277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya-outing.html' title='Raya Outing'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113144314220307753</id><published>2005-11-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:45:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/56104695.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/56104695.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, I got this from gettyimages but anyways, that's during the London world premiere. Awesome. Go to gettyimages for more ace pictures!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113144314220307753?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113144314220307753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113144314220307753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113144314220307753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113144314220307753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-yeah-i-got-this-from-gettyimages.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113144155601741164</id><published>2005-11-08T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:19:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY SISTER WON GALA PREMIER TICKETS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE!!! I'LL BE ATTENDING THE MOVIE WITH HER ON MONDAY 14TH NOVEMBER 2005 - WHICH MAKES ME ONE OF THE FIRST IN THE WHOLE WORLD TO WATCH THIS FOURTH INSTALLMENT OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M MAJORLY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXCITED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world premiere of HPGOF in London happened last Sunday. Those who walked the red carpet includes Madonna and daughter, Rob Lowe, Stephen Gately and so many others - apart from the trio and the 3 contestants of the Triwizard Tournament.  Big event. Huge. The pictures I saw were amazing. Awesome. Well, this just goes to show that I didn't win for the HBO Asia contest to go to the world premiere in London afterall but I guess it's just not meant to be. Hey, I'm ok. The pictures are good enough. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't wait for the 14th! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113144155601741164?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113144155601741164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113144155601741164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113144155601741164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113144155601741164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter-news.html' title='HARRY POTTER NEWS'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113073106412884918</id><published>2005-10-31T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:00:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SELAMAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HARI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;RAYA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN KEPADA SEMUA TEMAN, KAUM KELUARGA KU.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nie dia, lagu feberet ku pada musim raya.. ehek.. step feeling uh beb... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang&lt;br /&gt;Di hari yang mulia ini&lt;br /&gt;Ku pohon keampunan&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu yang ku pinta...Pulanglah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termenung ku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Memendam rindu tidak menentu&lt;br /&gt;Kasih suci murni yang kita bina&lt;br /&gt;Hapus hancur oleh kata fitnah&lt;br /&gt;Di pagi hari raya&lt;br /&gt;Hati sayu mengenang dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Mudahnya kau menggantikan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Seolah cintaku tak berharga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah suratan&lt;br /&gt;Aidilfitri satu titik akhir&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lama bercinta&lt;br /&gt;Kau tiada di hari mulia&lt;br /&gt;Keampunan ku pohon&lt;br /&gt;Sekiranya aku yang berdosa&lt;br /&gt;Pulanglah ku merindui mu sayang&lt;br /&gt;Ku menanti dengan hati rela&lt;br /&gt;Pulanglah kepangkuan ku oh sayang&lt;br /&gt;Ku menunggu mu di hari raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah - Pulanglah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113073106412884918?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113073106412884918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113073106412884918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113073106412884918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113073106412884918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-maaf.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113072412876065761</id><published>2005-10-31T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:02:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD DREAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a Sad Dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things - I dreamt I broke up with Nahar. Severely. Totally. Broke up. There were shouts, slaps. There were tears. Everything. It was weird. In my dream, I was somehow involved with a school run. So, I was running and running and Nahar + sidekicks were at this platform, looking at me run and teasing the crap out of me. I got mad. I got really frustrated with him. And I screamed in his direction and rudely told him off. Then I remember them chasing after me. I ran like crazy but he caught after me. I told him we might as well broke up. He got upset but he agreed to it. I was crushed. I knew it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, he was at my place, looking grave. He wasn't alone, he came with his parents for goodness sake. I just came back from somewhere and seeing him at home, I was so embarrassed. His parents spoke to mine, and soon enough, they left. I was by the door, Nahar came straight to me and took my hands. The words he said was "Can we talk outside for a while? You sorang boleh tenang kan my hati." And he took me down the stairs to a quiet corridor and slapped me twice before telling me how much I broke his heart and that he loved me. Haha... I tell you, the dream was ultra DRAMATIC man. Nothing beats! I was like, "Ouh, Ina minta maaf..." and sobs and we hug and I guess we did live happily ever after. But really, I did feel that I could've cried out in my sleep. I was so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113072412876065761?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113072412876065761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113072412876065761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113072412876065761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113072412876065761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad-dream.html' title='SAD DREAM!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113047870568361645</id><published>2005-10-28T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T13:51:53.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/640/KDC_Nina.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/77/2164/400/KDC_Nina.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was spent out with a bunch of friends and family member I do not see often. I met up with the members of KDC, namely Bro Dzul, Sis Hazar, Bro Mas, my brother Rezal and Kak Mimi. We had iftar together and Bro Dzul brought us to Taman Warisan, which was amazing by night. Would love to check out the museum soon. :) Write more later. Love all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113047870568361645?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113047870568361645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113047870568361645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113047870568361645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113047870568361645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/wednesday-was-spent-out-with-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-113029152381142299</id><published>2005-10-26T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:52:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bayangkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bayangkan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bayangkan awak nak keluar dari bas yang penuh, ramai lagi yang nak keluar dari bas itu - lepas tu awak ditolak dari belakang. Orang yang kat belakang awak tu asik2 jer tolak, macam tak sabar gitu nak keluar bas. Lepas tu awak tengah berpuasa, sesungguhnyer kesabaran awak di cabar.  Bila &lt;em&gt;at last&lt;/em&gt; dah keluar dari bas, awak toleh, awak pun realise yang dari tadi sondol awak dari belakang tu sebenarnyer auntie2... Ah, itulah yang aku baru jer mengalami tadi masih nak ke kerja. Teragak jugak, wah, auntie nie boleh tahan punya gagah - kesian aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sesiapa boleh beri aku idea apa aku nak beli untuk Nahar punya hari jadi? Pening lah otak aku fikirkan... Pulak tu &lt;em&gt;birthday&lt;/em&gt; dia jatuh pada 2hb November, satu hari sebelum Raya. Terkopak lah saku aku nampak nyer eh? Beri idea eh kalau boleh? T'ima kasih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok lah, aku akan update blog aku nie pada hari lain. Aku penat uh niari... Mcm nak balik tidur beb... Ok lah, tata for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-113029152381142299?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/113029152381142299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=113029152381142299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113029152381142299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/113029152381142299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/bayangkan.html' title='Bayangkan'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112986475495502069</id><published>2005-10-21T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T11:19:14.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kinda Always Knew I'd End Up Your Ex-Girlfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;You are Sweet like Chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 of my good friends from my ex-CeMTA celebrated their birthdays this week, namely Zulkhairi @ Zul BAPAK on the 18th and Faizal @ Bear on the 20th October. To them, Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met up with quite a large number of my drama mates yesterday tho' at the begining of the evening, initial plans that Ayimy had thought of almost crumbled to pieces. But everything went out perfectly fine. Had iftar with part of the group (Ayimy, Izaam, Nisa, Odah, Wati, Tempeh and myself of course) at Victory and much to their dissappointment, Victory's menu reduced to only murtabak and briyani for the month of Ramadan! Sorry guys, I honestly didn't see that coming! So, we made do with 2 large murtabaks. After which, everything happened in a blur. Met the beautiful Fazli and his friend Rudi, introduced the lot to Kaki 5, went to Bugis Seiyu with Wati, picked Zul and Bee up, explained via SMS to Bee that it's a surprise thing for the birthday lads, frantically panicked because Faizal said he couldn't join as his plans is messed up, feeling so helpless, Odah asked me to buy pills, separated from Wati, then rushed back to Kaki 5 with Zul and Bee, sat around and before long, Ayimy, Izaam and Nisa appeared with a wonderful thickly-sweet chocolate cake for Zul, I received a call from Faizal minutes after Zul blew the candles, saying he could make it after all and then my head was in a ball of mess... Then, slowly, one by one a whole bunch of guys I haven't seen in ages came by and had their fill with cakes... Then Faizal came, then left with Tempeh to pick Taugeh up (!!!) and then rejoined the group though by then I had to leave and the day was over for me *PHEW* I wondered how I survived the evening at all! But all in all, Ayimy's plans went on smoothly and everyone seems contented. So, yeah, I enjoyed my night as well. It was ace. I miss them all already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love picked me up around 10.40pm. Told me some sweet, sweet news. His words were sweet like the share of chocolate cake I had. I wouldn't mind listening to them over and over again... Ho-hum. Stupidly love-sick me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well.... Anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem's dedicated to a lost love. Hee... Nahar'll kill me if he reads this. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our share of fun times&lt;br /&gt;Sharing scripts of innocent lines&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we plunged in too fast&lt;br /&gt;What love was there, it didn’t last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocence we shared was nice&lt;br /&gt;Until the day you suddenly turned to ice.&lt;br /&gt;I hoped and prayed for the guy I adore&lt;br /&gt;But by then, somehow, you weren’t you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried many days thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;How you stayed silent, lips completely glued&lt;br /&gt;Then again I guess it’s not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;This lovely phase of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112986475495502069?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112986475495502069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112986475495502069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112986475495502069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112986475495502069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-kinda-always-knew-id-end-up-your-ex.html' title='I Kinda Always Knew I&apos;d End Up Your Ex-Girlfriend.'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112970916166431375</id><published>2005-10-19T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:06:01.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 3 long days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Been 3 Long Days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Since my boyfriend called, since I developed a sore throat... And still, nothings getting better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I don't mind the boyfriend part, but my fever and running nose and sore throat it making my whole body ache. Maybe, just maybe, if I don't get better by tomorrow, I might be taking a sick leave. I NEED that sick leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I can't wait to see my drama mates tomorrow. Yeah, I'll be meeting a group of them for Iftar tomorrow; two of them are celebrating their birthday this week, so, it's like a double celebration for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Not that my boyfriend knows about tomorrow. Great. I have a boyfriend-less day. Well, not that it makes any difference. *Grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Write more soon. In time to come. Take Care all. Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112970916166431375?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112970916166431375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112970916166431375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112970916166431375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112970916166431375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-3-long-days.html' title='It&apos;s been 3 long days..'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112962114638610730</id><published>2005-10-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:39:06.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/640/ron.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/400/ron.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from MuggleThai. Ace promo picture for GOF. :) I like it when Ron looks like that! Haha... *grins*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112962114638610730?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112962114638610730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112962114638610730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112962114638610730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112962114638610730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/got-this-from-mugglethai.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112951765581558068</id><published>2005-10-17T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:54:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends &amp; Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of BoyFriends &amp; GirlFriends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are certain things in life that one leasts expects, but happens anyway. To my friend Zul, who would have expected? *winks* To my friend Bee; Hey girlfriend, it's been ages, hasn't it, since we last sat down and had a good old chat? It was ace meeting them last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Plans to iftar together went smoothly. I dragged along my boyfriend and the 2 sidekicks over to Lau Pa Sat and a few of my ex-drama mates (Ajai, Bee, Ayim, Zul) came too. The event was ace, the food was, well, OK. It was basically weird to actually see my boyfriend sitting next to an ex-boyfriend and communicating...but it was sweet, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After iftar, it was plans to go to Geylang much to my horror. I was wearing grey of all colours - the fear of dark patches of sweat appearing underneath my armpit was playing in my mind but I was thinking, it's been ages since I stepped to Geylang with my friends so we proceed. Boyfriend and I went on our separate ways as the sidekicks called upon a whole battalion of relatives and friends and I did not think it was possible that I could separate my attention to two different groups of friends, so I opted to stay with my mates - which was a more convincing idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The walk was rather short, but all in all, I had good fun and good time catching up with them. Hope we could this more often in time to come darlings. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spent the remaining of my weekend shopping in JB. There was a bit of a flood, it was scary. Rain was pouring non-stop, the skies were dark. If there's one thing I can't really quench is dark skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Of Harry Potter &amp; The Prisoner Of Azkaban &amp;amp; Harry Potter &amp; The Goblet Of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday was HBO asia's premier of Harry Potter &amp; The Prisoner Of Azkaban and I am SO excited because premier tickets of Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Goblet Of Fire will be given away soon (25 October 2005)! And there's that particular contest where only ONE LUCKY winner and a guest will be able to attend the world premier of GOF (in London), ALL expense paid and everything and the thought of it is killing me! Who wouldn't want to rub shoulders with artists and walk the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; carpet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Babble more soon! Wish me luck? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112951765581558068?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112951765581558068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112951765581558068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112951765581558068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112951765581558068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/boyfriends-girlfriends.html' title='Boyfriends &amp; Girlfriends'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112908046012325380</id><published>2005-10-12T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:27:40.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom's coming home today!!! I can't wait to see her!!! It's been 8 crazy days at home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope my boss approves my 1/2 day leave application man. If he doesn't, I'd be devastated. Do hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll write more soon, tomorrow probably! Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112908046012325380?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112908046012325380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112908046012325380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112908046012325380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112908046012325380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurray.html' title='HURRAY!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112892576720548488</id><published>2005-10-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:29:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nahar, Jobs and Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Of Nahar, Jobs &amp; Marriages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with him over the weekend and Saturday was plain weird. We met up with Aoub, Raihan and his wife Ayu and baby Huzaifah. There was a point of time where we were just sitting around, taking a breather and Raihan popped the question to Nahar about when he'll end up marrying me. It was a mistake. I just felt like burying myself deep under those stained tiled floor. It was horrible. But I cornered the question for him by telling Raihan that Nahar simply isn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then the rest of the night got just a teeny bit awkward for the both of us. Nonetheless, the night ended smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday however, he asked if 4 years was good for me. I had this inkling feeling that he was rather tensed with the fact that, we're both crazy for each other but there's nothing we could do about it. *grins* So I simply brushed his question away and told him I've got other "options". Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He's gone off for a job interview today. I hope all goes well. Insya'allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another marriage that's probably taken place was supposed to be some sort of a secret but I guess it leaked afterall. If my dear friend actually did tie the knot, well, good for her and many congratulations. If not, I guess it was just nasty, stupid rumors. No good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The recent earthquake near the LOC border/Kashmir is really devastating. In the Pakistani-controlled city of Kashmir, the death count currently stands at 20,000 - pray that the number of those perished doesn't rise. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potter News: The fourth movie's soundtrack will make its debut on November 8th. 24 track altogether and I can't wait to purchase it once it comes to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love all. Miss all.&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/9696036-112892576720548488?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112892576720548488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112892576720548488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112892576720548488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112892576720548488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/nahar-jobs-and-calendar.html' title='Nahar, Jobs and Calendar'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112858233934191371</id><published>2005-10-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T15:05:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO SMALL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I realise my fonts are a tad bit too tiny... I've to highlight the text in order to read back what I wrote. Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, yet again, I'd like to wish my Muslim family a blessed month of Ramadhan... And on a very happy note, me mum called yesterday. She was waiting for Asar while down here, it was nearing Maghrib. I actually feel helpless and hopeless without her around. I had to cook for the family yesterday, and OH how I wish my mom was around to guide me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love me mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, I'm going to have my hair done this Saturday (much to Nahar's dislike - he likes me with my nasty, monstrous hair). Decided to tame my hair a bit and do rebonding. My bushy, monster or a hair will - alas - be straightened... I'm unnerved by the idea of straight, needle-like hair.. but it's a change... Just this once. If I hate it, then I'll just keep it till it wears off and becomes nasty and bushy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got to get off the net now... Will update more soon! To all my friends who's shown concern and given me words of comfort, thanks! I love you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On the other hand... Here's a chunk-of-a-quote off HP &amp; the HBP which's just so hilarious...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"How d'you spell "belligerent"?" said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. "It can't be B-U-M-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"No, it isn't." said Hermione, pulling Ron's essay towards her. "And "augury" doesn't begin O-R-G either. What kind of quill are you using?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, page 421.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112858233934191371?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112858233934191371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112858233934191371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112858233934191371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112858233934191371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/tiny-things.html' title='Tiny Things'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112848731386765672</id><published>2005-10-05T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T12:41:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Ramadhan***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, to my Muslim family, "Selamat Berpuasa and Beribadah". The blessings of this month comes once in a year so, do lets cherish the moment and seek additional blessings from the Al-mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went for Umrah just yesterday. It was painful to think of 1 week without her, especially during these times when, years before, we had her guidance, had her cooked food, had her warmth and so on, during Ramadhan. Yet, I know that my mom's going for good cause, for herself and the whole family. I do hope she's taking care of herself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update more soon! Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112848731386765672?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112848731386765672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112848731386765672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112848731386765672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112848731386765672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/10/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112804561607544328</id><published>2005-09-30T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T10:00:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In A Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Update!! Update!! Well... I haven't for the past days. Just a quick summary of visiting Aidah and Anis on Tuesday; It was great. Both mother and daughter doing fine and well and I can't help it but, baby Anis is so adorable, I just want to plant one big sloppy kiss on her one day. *Grins* Then again, I'm just - you know - afraid of handling week old babies as they are just so fragile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I watched a movie last night (Thursday) with Buddy-Z; realising too late that it was the awaited "Anugerah" final night. I guess it's partially my fault she had to miss the programme on TV but then again *snigger*, "Bapokies" won much to my dislike and I oh-so won't mind missing out on the 'Half-Thing'. Yes, I know, a bit cruel to be calling people names like this but I-just-can't-help-it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway,  a super quick thank you to Buddy-Z for the Honey-sticks and sweets over the week. I ran out of the sweets actually; as they were really nice... Yummy stuff. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, let me just give a brief review of the movie I watched yesterday, it was, of course, the most anticipated Corpse Bride. If I was a critic, I'd give it a full 5 stars. I can't even start with my 'review' as I'm lost for words... The show is just crazy... I mean, it was that good. Well - at least for me of course. I'd recommend you to watch it. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Apart from that, before the movie, as expected, the full-lenght trailer for Harry Potter and The Goblet Of Fire was shown and I was at the edge of my seat; if I could just reach out a bit and enter the world of HP... *Grins* But then, oh well... Heehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh!!! Before I forgot, last night, in my sleep, I had a strange dream. I dreamt I was with a few of my siblings (I can't really make out their faces actually...but I knew it was them) were walking around these blocks of flats and we came in view of a massive black dog. The black dog was sleeping on a grass patch beside this old black of flat, it has heavy, thick pitch-black fur and long tail. It was so massive, it almost looked like a small bear. We ran for it before the dog wakes up. Then we came along this shabby looking coffeeshop at this old block of flat and realise the dog was sleeping on a grass patch beside the coffeeshop! I was freaked out when I realise the bear-like dog was up from it's slumber and was actually coming INSIDE the coffeehouse; which by then I didn't manage to see what had happened next; because I woke up you see. I was too freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alright. I shall update more when I do have the time. Till then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEKEND IS HERE! HURRAY!!!&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/9696036-112804561607544328?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112804561607544328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112804561607544328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112804561607544328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112804561607544328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In A Life...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112780315613729990</id><published>2005-09-27T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:39:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's me. Finally an update. I haven't been had the chance to actually, probably because I got too many things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I just saw some really cool new pictures from MuggleNet; shan't say much, but please do visit them for fantastic updates on Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I'd just like to express how awfully mad I was at a particular someone, at home, yesterday. There I was, barely 5 meters away from my cable remote control, he just took it off the table and switched channel. And my programme was finishing in less than 5 minutes! Now I know how my sister felt having to wrestle with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; over the television set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I just want to say, "Get well soon" to my boyfriend. He's feeling not so good since last Sunday. The poor lad. Love you lots darling. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I would like to say farewell. I'll update again quite soon... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112780315613729990?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112780315613729990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112780315613729990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112780315613729990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112780315613729990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-again.html' title='Hi Again'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112780260449001647</id><published>2005-09-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:30:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/640/frenchbanner_moody.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/400/frenchbanner_moody.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempted to just send over another French GOF movie poster. Ain't this a beauty? That's Mad-Eye Moody on the left. Major dissappointment by how he looks, hope the acting fits the MEM I know from the books! Write more soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112780260449001647?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112780260449001647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112780260449001647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112780260449001647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112780260449001647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/tempted-to-just-send-over-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112745375685919474</id><published>2005-09-23T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:35:56.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weekend is here! :D Hurray!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Besok ada kenduri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday ada wedding dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok lah, nanti I bual panjang-panjang. Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112745375685919474?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112745375685919474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112745375685919474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112745375685919474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112745375685919474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekend.html' title='WEEKEND!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112727143287548598</id><published>2005-09-21T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:57:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/640/IMG_4182.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/400/IMG_4182.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted a picture of myself for ages. Well, here's one of me and Nahar just clowning around at the Rouge club last Saturday for the S-league H-Two-0 hunk thing. It was a great day - loads of eye-candy for me and loads of free flow to drink! Well, free flow of H-Two-0 I meant. :p It was ace...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112727143287548598?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112727143287548598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112727143287548598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112727143287548598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112727143287548598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/havent-posted-picture-of-myself-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112684838588676645</id><published>2005-09-16T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:04:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;*POTTER NEWS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE full length theatrical trailer which runs for a whole two minutes and twenty one second is officially out. Could view the trailer via Mugglenet (apparently my favourite unofficial Harry Potter website) or as was said, the trailer will also be shown during trailer runs before the new Tim Burton animation, The Corpse Bride, which I will be sure to catch (both for the HP trailer and TCB movie, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new HP trailer showed more snippets of the Yule Ball, the tournament and the graveyard scene and *gasps* Lord Voldemort's identity (look) revealed at long last! Adrenaline pumping and I am so, very sure no one could wait till November for the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Ronald Weasley's looking like a hot dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112684838588676645?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112684838588676645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112684838588676645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112684838588676645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112684838588676645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/harry-potter-news.html' title='HARRY POTTER NEWS'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112685060955025582</id><published>2005-09-16T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:03:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Achievement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some achievements worth being proud of. In my case, I managed to pass a test (which'll determine my ability to read the Qur'an fluently) and I am sure my mother is proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Girls Night Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the same day, right after my class which ended at 5pm, I had to rush and meet my buddy Fiza at City Hall at 5pm, which was crazy! So, I had to succumb to taking a cab (which end up costing me $17 *chokes*) and my poor friend waited over 40 minutes for me. Guilty, yes, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we spent the day with good, organised fun. Had dinner than to the movies. Trust me, I haven't went to the movies with a girl friend in AGES. In fact, I don't recall EVER going to the movies with a girl friend. Hah! We then shot some balls - played pool for a bit. It was ace. Tho' I play like someone's who's lost a limb. Well - at least I managed to shoot my balls right into the respective holes. *grins* *snigger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Baby Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My good friend Aidah has given birth (14 September 2005)! Congratulations! Alhamdulillah both mother and daughter's safe and hope they are in good health. Can't wait to give her a visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blabble more soon! I've just got so many things to say!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112685060955025582?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112685060955025582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112685060955025582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112685060955025582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112685060955025582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112660116469647499</id><published>2005-09-13T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:49:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEEEEEEEEE~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 3 YEARS, 8 MONTHS ANNIVERSARY~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This calls for a celebration! I hope we could be together for a long, long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there will be times when I snap at you, when you snap at me, when we feel that we just cannot stand each other, when you see faults in me and hate me, when I see no faults in you, yet I hated you, when we suddenly fall out of each other despite such strong, great love. Despite all these, I know at the end of the day I can still call you mine, I can just fall all over again for you. I could just lean on you. And I know you'll definitely be there. Will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that feeling is good. Maybe this is really love. How can we have that level of comfort if it isn't love? How can we sniff each other even during days where we smell so bad, and still be content with how each other's scent? How can I eat from his plate and he from mine without minding? How can we just talk about rubbish and still appreciate what the other half is talking about? How can I not love him especially during days when he just rub my back and try to smoothen out the lines developed on my shirt? The feeling is wonderful. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do let's talk about Harry Potter!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the latest theatrical trailer will officially be out this 16th September. Already, &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;HPANA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has detailed out the trailer description as they've got the sneak peek! How awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112660116469647499?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112660116469647499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112660116469647499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112660116469647499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112660116469647499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/weeeeeeeeee.html' title='WEEEEEEEEEE~~'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112650970017024325</id><published>2005-09-12T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:21:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Blast those damned mosquitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112650970017024325?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112650970017024325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112650970017024325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112650970017024325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112650970017024325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112650753190951596</id><published>2005-09-12T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:45:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/640/frenchposter_ron.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/400/frenchposter_ron.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply LOVE the French GOF poster. This one is of Ron... LOVELY... I just LOVE this poster... Yes, I do... Bloody brilliant...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112650753190951596?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112650753190951596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112650753190951596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112650753190951596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112650753190951596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-simply-love-french-gof-poster.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112650227690227055</id><published>2005-09-12T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:17:56.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouh... This song has been playing in my head for a few days now. I just love it. It doesn't reflect myself though, no. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Semuanya tlah terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cintaku tlah pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Dan kini kusendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tanpa dirimu lagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tak mudah menepis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cerita indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Semusim tlah kulalui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tlah kulewati tanpa dirimu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tetapi bayang wajahmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Masih tersimpan di hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tak pernah kubayangkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kau putuskan cintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kucoba tuk lupakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Semua tentang dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tak mudah bagiku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Melupakanmu... - Marcell, Semusim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went for my friend's engagement yesterday (Nadia). Lovely. Just lovely. She was looking really beautiful. It had been ages since I last met her and it was nice meeting her again... We weren't friends to begin with, until we had a chat and smoked together during working hours back at our old Pandan office that I got to know her much better and liked her. I wish her happiness! :) Selamat bertunang Nad bebeh! Muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am, slapped with the fact that almost all my very good friends have already or will be tying the knot sooner than I'd expected. This is SO weird... But of course, I'm happy for all of them. Really, I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about yesterday, I was majorly maddd with my boyfriend... But we got back together quite well and bliss! I can't wait till he picks me up today. I love him. Yup. I do. Then again, if he picks me up today, he'll get the shock of his life. I'm wearing this so-called punjabi top and end up looking like I'm wearing a maternity top... Haha... What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blab more in a while! I want to post pictures but I can't seem to! Darn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112650227690227055?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112650227690227055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112650227690227055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112650227690227055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112650227690227055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/ouh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112615510757893064</id><published>2005-09-08T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:51:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aloha~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how I actually love Long John Silver's breakfast, especially their Aloha Potato salad? Simple stuff - but I love it. In fact, I just had it. I'll be keeping the sandwich for lunch though. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a HORRIBLE time during lunch yesterday. Since the start of my job here, I hadn't had lunch with my colleagues before; yesterday was the first time. Happily, I followed them to this nearby 'so-called' hawker centre... Upon reaching, hordes of people were having their lunch. Not one single orang Melayu was in the crowd and I realise then; this place play host to entirely chinese cuisine. I was offended, yes, I was. But I kept my cool. So we walked over to an empty table, sat and one of my colleague went like, "You guys go ahead and buy food, I'll wait." But I opted to be the one waiting... And when both were gone, I was swearing under my breath. I looked around and lo-and-behold! There was one kedai mamak, Indian stall, selling typical mee and nasi goreng. So, I bought nasi goreng that costs me $3... THAT, was the frustrating part. The fried rice is probably coloured reddish-orange, with slices of green chillies, some cabbages and a little salt. WTF??? I paid $3 for something as sickening as that?!!! YUP - there's not even a trace of minced mutton or eggs or anyyything! I WAS SO MAD! Then again, dah rezeki... I just ate, out of hunger, really. If not, I'd probably have a food fight with the stupid mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER again I shall go there. I'd rather sit in the office and nibble on dry biscuits than cabbage fried rice. *sticks tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough About Lunch. Lets Talk About Love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sex, dope. Love. Yes, lets talk about love. I had a chat with a friend on line yesterday and she told me about her wedding plans and honeymoon and the marriage course she took (which she already received her certificate) and how much more in love she was with her fiance when the course took place. She said it was amazing how she felt during the lessons. I was indeed, jealous by the talk but of course, on the other hand, I was really happy for her, honestly. And then, guess what she told me? She said, by our little chat, she realised that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ready for it; a marriage. I was a little embarrassed, but I guess yeah, I am ready for one. 'Cept my boyfriend isn't. Not just yet. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let's talk about love! I met &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and it was bliss. He was so sweet to me. He packed spaghetti for me; mushrooms, minced beef on tomato sauce... It was the sweetest! His mom cooked, of course. I do owe him for that nice meal, maybe I'll cook for him one day? *dreamy look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Upon reading one of my friend's blog, she mentioned countless of break-ups and patch-ups with her current squeeze... I wonder how would a break-up affect me? Not that I want one, but I asked him about it last night. He told me we've never had a major fall out; our level of understanding is there. He said the only major problem we've had was when there was a third party - not that I want to mention anything about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I love my bacin boyfriend. I love the way he present me and surprise me unexpectedly. I love the way he hold my hand. Love the way he treat me. Love the way he talks to me. Heck, I love the way he sings to me despite getting out of tune... I just totally simply love him. Is he Mr. Right? I sure do hope! And I hope I'm his Ms. Right. Oh love sick me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall spill more soon. LOVE ALL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112615510757893064?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112615510757893064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112615510757893064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112615510757893064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112615510757893064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112599927274470593</id><published>2005-09-06T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:34:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangun Pagi Bang</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have the urge to type this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANGUN PAGI, GOSOK GIGI,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUNA KODOMO LION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIGI KUAT, BERSIH, SIHAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUNA KODOMO LION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grins* Well, it &lt;em&gt;goes&lt;/em&gt; something like that... Not too sure of the exact words but uh, yeah... That was inside me, bubbling, for quite a while now... Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mom's birthday. Didn't do anything much really, but I think she did 'celebrate' with my aunts, they came by yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my sister's birthday. Call me sensitive, but I do honestly feel that she's keeping something from me. I think she's upset with me, we haven't had a proper conversation for days now. I must've done somehting... Really. Because I feel guilty. Maybe I should make up for my rudeness or mistakes (which I assume I must've been late these days, I guess it's PMS) and well, we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then! Will write more again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;*72 DAYS TILL THE RELEASE OF HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112599927274470593?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112599927274470593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112599927274470593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112599927274470593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112599927274470593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/bangun-pagi-bang.html' title='Bangun Pagi Bang'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112563480001062198</id><published>2005-09-02T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T12:20:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Angry</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Haven't the time to update, today's a Friday. So, must put aside my work for a bit and steal time to 'talk'. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Fiza on Tuesday and we hung around with Aidah at her extremely windy and comfy place (especially her squashy sofa in the living room). She's looking amazing despite being heavily pregnant right now. She mentioned her due date, sometime on the 18th this month. I am totally anticipating the day! Really man. It would be amazing to have the second baby amongst our friends. :) I hope Fiza will be the third. I'm waitingggg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry. I'm so, so angry. I just found out about two nights ago that FPM will be going to KL for a gig. The cheek! My boyfriend only told me so late? Oh! Truly annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess with this knowledge, one sleepless night will roll in. How can I sleep knowing my boyfriend is so far away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sounding like a damsel in distress? Oh! That's right! That's what I am at the moment. In distress. Truly, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my boyfriend so much. The feeling kills, you know? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OOOOHHHH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugglenet featured a set of latest Goblet of Fire theme toys by Lego. OMG! So tempting! I'll have a hard time answering to my mom if I started collecting Harry Potter Legos'. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I better be off now. I'll update again soon darlings! Love all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112563480001062198?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112563480001062198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112563480001062198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112563480001062198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112563480001062198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-angry.html' title='So Angry'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112529032374779357</id><published>2005-08-29T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:36:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ARGHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hello friends! It's me again, finally managed to find time to blog for a bit. Anyways, to all my friends who's wondering how come I never do visit their blogs anymore, actually, I still do. I just cannot seem to leave any messages in your shout boxes as when I do, there'll be a message for me; reading "cookies deactivated?". I shan't dwell on this little problem- but I really hope to keep in touch with all of you. Do email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sarina@infologic.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sarina@infologic.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;---- That's my new work email addie by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezra, I misplaced your work email addie, could you pretty please email me one of these days? Many thanks! :) I cannot even put a message in my shout box sey! BORING NYER!! Graaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, apart from that; work is really catching up. I've got quite a number of things to do already. And 1st September is my audit. WHICH BLOWS. I feel sorry for myself... Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to do some visiting tomorrow. Will be coming over to my preggie friend's place to see her before she goes in labour; sometime next month. :D Hold on Aidah... It shan't be long now before little daughter bawls in your ear. J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, better go now. Yakk soon! Muax to all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112529032374779357?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112529032374779357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112529032374779357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112529032374779357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112529032374779357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/arghhh.html' title='ARGHHH!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112493385242548728</id><published>2005-08-25T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:37:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiiiiii EVERYONE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geez, it had been ages, hasn't it, since I blogged? I have just so many things to talk about! Oh, bother about work! I've changed my job; yes, I have! It had been mundane the past days but they (the software guys) fixed up my pc and I FINALLY could get in the internet. Wonderful. Brilliant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apart from that - I know this might sound ridiculous to some - my family cannot move to The Land Of Woods. There was apparently some problems with the bank loan and I totally do not wish to talk about it just yet. Fiza, I just can't help it, our wish to be neighbours dashed. Fret not, I do have a roof above my head. I'm now staying at my aunts' place in Jurong and my family will probably be staying there for over a year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meaning I have to get used to the fact that we'll have NO privacy in time to come... Hahaha... Oh bother that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I shall be writing more soon. Till then! LOVE ALL, MISS ALL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112493385242548728?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112493385242548728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112493385242548728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112493385242548728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112493385242548728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/ages.html' title='Ages'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9696036.post-112364030115324095</id><published>2005-08-10T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:18:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/640/secondtask.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/400/secondtask.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something I found. It's a set picture of the second task in HP and the GOF. (Harry in Maroon, Cedric in Yellow, Viktor in red shorts and Fleur, the only girl competitor) The one in which Harry will be stuffing himself with Gillyweed and be sprouting gills and be fighting with the merpeople... Tho' I'm not sure if the producers/director is following exactly from the book. Above all, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE MOVIE! 3 months plus to go!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112364030115324095?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112364030115324095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112364030115324095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112364030115324095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112364030115324095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-something-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112363989138264893</id><published>2005-08-10T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:11:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh TIDAK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Desperate Non-Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;This may sound weird but, Raihan (Nahar's married friend) asked me "Hey, where's your engagement ring?" and Nahar declared aloud that we haven't gotten any yet. Jokingly I told him and his wife that "No. Nahar's mentioned we'd stay in BGR till old age. Ha.. Ha.." Then it struck me after a while that, yeah. I'm probably going to be his girlfriend up till the age of 36 or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Leading to this; We both have ceased discussing about our very future together! Raihan's wife asked me "How come? You've been with him four years?" and I nodded and realise, yes! We've spent so much time these years and nothings been planned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Do I sound desperate? I think I do, but honestly! I want to be wed to this man and I haven't even thought a single bit about it lately. I just see Nahar as a 'BOYFRIEND' when I really should start nagging him to see me as a 'WIFE'. Well, maybe not nag at him, maybe ask him. Like, "So, you still interested to be my husband or what? I've still got options you know..." Hah! Cheesy? Yeah, maybe I should rephrase my question. Maybe I should ask him now? Maybe he'll wed me next month? Maybe then I can live under his room, sleep in his bed and wash his laundry for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Maybe I've gone mental? I think I have. *loop-sided grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Above all, I am mentally jabbed with pressure coming from my family. Mom kept saying things like, "I'm keeping these things... You know? For Ina's wedding!" Haiyahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Speaking of which, I had a GOOD day yesterday. Went to catch Bewitched and it was ace! Sweet... Cute really... I like the fact that I was reminded of Harry Potter 1/4 of the time because there was flying broomsticks, bubbling 'cauldron' and hexes and spells and stuff. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;After movie, we met up with Aoub, Raihan + Wife + Daughter and Apit and head to Esplanade (at this point, I almost exploded on Nahar because he was being such a brick) and there was a mass of people, all sweaty and sticky and I had to fight my way through the crowd independently (because I had insisted to stay far, far away from Nahar at that moment). The fight to reach a good spot was fruitful, we had a FANTASTIC view of the fireworks. It was lovely. It was much more brilliant than what we saw during the preview... WONDERFUL... I was gaping... In awe... You have NO idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nahar and me made up and had a wonderful journey back home and I love him all over again. :) (I'll still talk to him about tying the knot... HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112363989138264893?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112363989138264893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112363989138264893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112363989138264893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112363989138264893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouh-tidak.html' title='Ouh TIDAK!!!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112349114064830671</id><published>2005-08-08T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:52:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koi's are EDIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Koi Fishes Are Edible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where I read somewhere, yes. Back in ancient times, koi, a species of carp - really are your normal, typical, everyday fish dish. Until a twist somewhere in those times did people see the beauty of these fishes and decide to keep them as pets instead. Definitely a history behind these stories I've heard/read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kois', I'm glad I brought Fiza along with me to the Koi Garden at Suntec last Saturday. The girl was in awe. In fact, I was amused to see her stoked like that! Yeah, I've seen those well-fed fat fishes do so many tricks before... Though that Saturday I realise there were a bunch of pitiful-looking Kois'; one who hasn't got any lips and one who's mouth is bent sideways. Fiza assume they've gotten themselves into fights or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Fiza and I met up and had a pretty good time walking and really not doing much that day. All we did was have our late lunch, super yummy 99.9% fat free Ice Cream from that New Zealand shop (Hokey Pokey is still my favourite), Koi watching and our last stop of watching some fire works at Marina (we were at Esplanade though). Brilliant way to spend the day; lazing about and all. I do plan to play pool one fine day - like, I still have got to budget out my money because I'm REALLY running low. *gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time then I'll give Fiza a treat! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Booze, Drugs And Two Drunk Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My boyfriend had a major gig at Fort Canning Park yesterday (Sunday) and it was neat. Their set was neat and I managed to capture some video and photos of their performance. Then came some of the rest of the groups' idea of buying 'drinks' and well they did and, I'm not trying to be an idiot to say this but, I haven't seen any of my female friends so drunk before! There was a lot of booze, pills and there was a lot of spinning and crazy dialogues coming from them. As amused as I was, I was more worried for them. Don't want to sound like a friggin' goody two shoes but I really wished I could've said something. Later that night, I really, terribly felt out of place, everyone stank so I end up dragging my boyfriend out of the place by 9.15pm. The poor lad had wanted to see a band from KL perform but I had to be a friggin' wet blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I felt out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;40th National Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's turning 40 in less than 24 hours' time. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better go now. Till then, HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112349114064830671?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112349114064830671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112349114064830671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112349114064830671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112349114064830671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/kois-are-edible.html' title='Koi&apos;s are EDIBLE'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112320765846237546</id><published>2005-08-05T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:07:38.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Fisher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The King Fisher And His Catch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking out the window of my site office and noticed a blue-gray feathered king fisher eating his catch. Amazing sight. I've seen the likes of a large water monitor lizard, endless king fishers and even snakes around here. It has been amazing. I will truly miss nature once I leave this current job of mine. *weep-sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Other Adventure - Of Cobwebs And Sleepless Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came "home" from the gym yesterday with a ride from my dearest, darling Boyfriend. Instead of turning to head up to Bt. Panjang, we turned the other round towards Jurong West. As very few of my dear friends will know, I've moved out of my house and now I'm no longer a resident of Bt. Panjang. Yet I haven't quite moved to the new Woodlands house; hence my family being as good as homeless. Yes. HOMELESS. Hopelessly homeless. But, we are actually staying over at my Step Dad's younger sister's house; at Jurong (very near to my dear friends' Shikin and Leah's place). Well - of course, I have to consider her my aunt. Thing is, I don't think I could get used to sleeping over at &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; place. She's staying in a 3 room flat; in total there would be her, and then there's Step Grand Dad and our current family of 6 who've barely have space under &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; roof. We (being my Step Dad, Mom, Sister, Me, Brother and Yana) are all cramped in a small, dingy bedroom. Great dislike I have for the room. Cobwebs hung from corners, walls covered in thin layer of dusts, sticky, yucky floor that you wish not to land foot on and a spot beside the queen sized bed that has an unmistakeable stench of cat waste. Yesterday was really bad. Mom just brought over the last few boxes of clothings and important items and we still have not unpacked so the room was in a mess and was extremely dusty, it's as good as sleeping inside a dusty, dirty, forsaken store room. Mom managed to get everything in place right before we (Mom, Sister and me) all ploped on to that one bed for the night (my Step Dad works night shift, I shudder to think of where my siblings and I will have to sleep if he decided to come home for the night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be rude; since my Aunt did kindly offered that we stayed with her after all, but honestly, I can see myself having more than one sleepless night there. I want HOME. I want just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; under one roof. I'm not trying to live away from other family members but with this, WE HAVE NO PRIVACY AND I REALLY AM HATING THAT CAT SMELL BY THE BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life's adventure. Yes, it's an adventure indeed. I wonder what comes next. Ah, alas, the other round of moving house. I'll keep everyone updated to this little journey - next stop being The Land Of Woods (Woodlands)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody SAVE Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be getting my pay for this month until probably by the second week of September! Since I quit my job, they will only send me my pay cheque via post (HR convinced me they will speed up the process - MY FOOT!). It is very unfortunate. The fact that, right now I am in desperate need of new clothes and shoes for my new job! This is dreadful! Anyone has got clothes to donate to me? They must be my size! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The End Is Truly The Begining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buzz off now. But just for now. I know I'll definitely be back with more stuffs. Write more soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112320765846237546?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112320765846237546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112320765846237546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112320765846237546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112320765846237546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/king-fisher.html' title='King Fisher'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112288880876891499</id><published>2005-08-01T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:33:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things, so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;So Little Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've got so many things at hand... Yet, I'm spared so little time to do them all. I realise I haven't written in ages as well. That was probably because I was so tight at work these days, I lost track of time and I never did manage to update this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Apart from work, I'm also not spared rest time back at home. First of all, just yesterday, we have officially moved most of our property (being the fridge, bed, clothes, tv) to my brother's house. The Bt. Panjang house I'm residing at the moment is practically empty; mind, we don't even have a fridge right now. We're even reduced to sleeping on the cold floor because our comfortable beds have been moved to Sengkang too. In the next few days to come, my family and me will have to pack the remaining of our properties and move out of Bt. Panjang before the 9th this month. Like I said, so many things to do and think about, I don't even realise how worn out I truly am. Mentally - AND physically. Yes my friends, I'm moving out again. This is life for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We'll be residing then at my Aunt's place at Jurong for a month or two before we officially get to move in to the house we've bought in Woodlands. Being me, I really don't mind sleeping over under someone else's roof... But I still have other things to think about now. About how I'm supposed to go to work from Jurong, having to decide over again on what form of transportation that could take me to work on time. Talking about work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I quit my job. I did. I'll be moving to a different company right after my last day at my present company. I'll be working in a different environment on the 19th this month. Another factor to think about. Work, moving house, another round of moving house and life itself seem so complicated these days, I swear I kept thinking crying in my sleep. It almost feels like the only form of relieve. I hope the Almighty will ease my mind and heart and calm me down a bit. Life's getting too busy for me, my heads' going to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My boyfriend and me on the other hand, we're doing great. Funny how, 'great' includes a few rounds of row, petty arguments and beating and slapping. I'm not saying he's abusing me, no. I'm the one who's beating and slapping him. What's gotten into me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I told myself not to spend too much on the things I don't need. But, alas, I just did last Saturday. I bought myself a Hogwarts-themed beanie...a snowcap. :) At least I could wear it, I mean, everyone in Singapore wears beanies despite the weather. I love my purchase. There's a tag at the back with the words Harry Potter. Yes, I'm still a big, fat, Harry Potter Fan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I had better be off now. I guess I'll update further when I have the time and that my mood is at peace. Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112288880876891499?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112288880876891499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112288880876891499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112288880876891499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112288880876891499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So many things, so little time'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112227840396450152</id><published>2005-07-25T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:00:04.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi's B-day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pi's Birthday! Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipot's turned 6 this year! How time flies! My aunt's coming over later today with Pipot and Pijot to have a private Birthday party for the little lass with my family! And we are so-ooo looking forward to pampering them! I'm planning to buy a few stuffed toys for both sisters, (my mum told me to buy gifts for Pijot too - she might be jealous if we only bought gifts for Pipot) and probably some candy. Told my sister to buy stuffs like kiddy tote bags and wallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I just LOVE birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Birthdays, Daniel Radcliffe - the ultra-cute lad who plays Harry Potter in the movies, turned 16 yesterday! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Enough About Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a BAD, UNFORTUNATE day out for Nahar and me. Thing is, it was lovely when we met up, had a nice time going around Bugis to shop for some stuffs, had late lunch and we decided to go and sit around Changi to count stars when, as we head to the parking lot where Nahar parked his bike, we found out that his rear view mirror broke, his jacket (which he placed over his bike) dirty and of all unfortunate events, his foot rest came loose and broke as a whole. It never occured to me the importance of the foot rest until yesterday. Whoever the moronic idiot who, as I assumed, toppled Nahar's bike causing such damage, I'll KILL him if I knew who he is. I thought that was bad, having to ride on a bike with no foot rest, until, on our journey home, his rear tyre BURST all of a friggin' sudden in the middle of the friggin' road!!! We were about 2 miles away from the exit leading to the Expressway, THANKFULLY we weren't at the Expressway yet, if we were, where the hell were we going to get help and a bus ride home?? Ironically, of all the bad luck we were having, we were of walking distance to a petrol kiosk (at Bt. Timah Road) so we walked to the kiosk with the bike in tow... Tried to pump some gas on the tyre but, in vain. We have to change the tyre tube as a whole. So, there goes our unfortunate event. Maybe it is a blessing in disguise but it really sure as heck tested our patience. The bus ride home was funny. We just kept looking at each other and start laughing... Can't imagine how unlucky one could get in one night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more soon. Tata for now then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112227840396450152?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112227840396450152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112227840396450152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112227840396450152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112227840396450152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/pis-b-day.html' title='Pi&apos;s B-day!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112200066917035856</id><published>2005-07-22T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:51:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boil And Bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's hard to just sit in the bus and sleep the rest of the journey to work but, yeah, I've been doing that eversince I completed reading the book. Cold turkey. I feel so empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes, I've finished reading Half-Blood Prince, it took me 5 days (though I still believe I could've done better than that!). It amused my sister that I managed to cover the book within 5 days because Order Of The Phoenix took me a week... Probably all those Occlumency lessons with Snape bored me to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, John Deasy, my Project Manager is leaving the KPE project today. He resigned, much to my dissappointment, then again, I do believe he'd be happier when he goes to Australia. We had a farewell dinner for him last night and it was good - funny though, towards the ending. We shook hands after dinner, he's a towering, old man whereas I'm just short little Ina. I said, "Sir, it's been a pleasure... Been a pleasure working with you..." quivering with sadness that he had to leave... He said "It's been nice." And all of a sudden, he bowed low and gave me pecks on both my cheeks!!! I've been pecked by an Irish man! It was WEIRD. I was stumped... Amused altogether and blushing furiously, I look around me and realise that this was probably a customary goodbye thing. So, I just scampered to a corner and rubbed my cheeks, grinning to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, I guess I'll have to miss asking John what is the purpose of a Shamrock and whether Leprechauns are evil or good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nahar met me for a bit yesterday. He picked me up after dinner and we sat around before heading home. It was the best night after so long. I just totally enjoyed being in the comfort of his arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I got to run for now. Will yakk more soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112200066917035856?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112200066917035856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112200066917035856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112200066917035856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112200066917035856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/boil-and-bubble.html' title='Boil And Bubble'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112184955914438109</id><published>2005-07-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T10:21:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/640/gof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/77/2164/400/gof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yup, I got this from MuggleNet. In time to come, Warner Brother's HP page will be looking extremely cool for the coming 4th HP movie, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Cedric's going to die, Quidditch will be missed and Voldemort's finally taken form. That'll be something! :) I'm now only a few pages before I finish my HBP. It's sad it's taken me ages to complete the book, but alas, I haven't got any choice! There's too many distractions. Anyway, will finish the book by tonight if things look good for me!! Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9696036-112184955914438109?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112184955914438109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112184955914438109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112184955914438109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112184955914438109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/yup-i-got-this-from-mugglenet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112174612715097727</id><published>2005-07-19T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:24:20.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;WHAT A RAY OF SUNSPOT YOU ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I repeat that - What a ray of sunspot you are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. You were behaving more like a nasty pickled prune. In fact, I don't know which one I wished for best - to dissolve into a speck of dust for having brought you along for the birthday bash or hopefully kick you out of the picture as a whole. Then again, it was a little &lt;em&gt;too late&lt;/em&gt; then for any of my wishes to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I blamed myself for inviting her along. Funny how, I'd expected a cheery friend, I end up with a sour-faced bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in all, I did have a good night out with my dear friends (with exception to the SFB.) and having a group birthday get-together wasn't all that bad (although I had to regretfully admit it got a bit messy towards the end of the night). We had dinner at Swensens Jurong Point and what a feast! Totally enjoyed digging in to the varieties laid out in front of me. We had a surprise (funny how Fiza and me who sort of organized the day out were given this surprise from one of the birthday girls - Leah) after our meal of candled ice creams! It was awesome. We got out to Coffee Bean &amp; Tea Leaf and had the cake Fiza and me bought for Shikin, Leah and Yana. Well, it was the best we could've done for the 3. We really hoped they enjoyed the day - despite SFB. Above all, I love my friends loads and I really look forward to more gatherings. BTW, I just checked, Charlie And The Chocolate Factory will be released on August fourth! Movie date, friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;SATURDAY MORNING AT THE BOOKSHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was 6.30AM on the 16th July, Saturday. I was wide awake, shivering in my blankets. I was already clad in a t-shirt and jeans with one hand clutching to a Pre-Order Ticket and my other hand clutching on to a $50 note. This WAS the day. The release of THE book. I waited impatiently. I didn't know if it was wise to loiter around Bukit Panjang Plaza at 6.30 in the morning - so I stayed home a bit more. 7.00AM was drawing near, I had butterflies in my stomach - this was the moment! I tip-toed out the door by 6.55 and practically ran all the way to Popular Bookstore to be, yes, one of the first to get my hands on Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince. At the stroke of 7.01AM, I go to the counter, paid the remaining $35 and got my hands on the book at long, long last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;RONALD WEASLEY ON THE OTHER HAND, IS SUCH A JERK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm saying this particularly because, right now, I'm on page 385, Chapter 19 called Elf Tails of Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince and so far, Ron (apparently my ultra favorite character) has been nothing but a big jerk. Here's a bunch of point spoilers for those who hasn't read the book yet (or not planning to, ever.), I'll just try to review on where I'm at so far;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Harry, surprisingly, develops a certain feeling towards Ginny who's dating Dean Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;- Harry's revealed Voldermorts' history from Dumbledore's Pensieve&lt;br /&gt;- Ron and Hermione are still having a go at each other,&lt;br /&gt;- It only got worst with the knowledge that Hermione's snogged Viktor and probably to get back at these, Ron went around sucking face with Lavender Brown each time they got the chance to, much to Hermione's disgust.&lt;br /&gt;- Poor, poor Hermione seems heart broken - I'll get to that again if she really was.&lt;br /&gt;- The mystery of the HBP still not revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, from my point of view of course, it seems like this 6th installation of the HP saga is a little too fast paced for me. In fact, I was reading about happenings in December when all of a sudden, March fell into place after like, 20 pages?! Then again, I've got no major complains. It's a good read. And I can't wait to finish off the particular chapter I'm on. A Quidditch match between Gryfinndor and Hufflepuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I went to the movies last Sunday and went to watch Wet Dreams 2 (a Korean comedy) and before the movie, the teaser trailer for Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire was shown! Much to my boyfriend's dislike, I squealed and shifted in my seat in excitement. It was a pleasant surprise! Indeed, it was. I can't wait for November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Will write more soon. Can't wait for Emerson to dish out exciting news about the interview with JK Rowling! Cheers everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112174612715097727?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112174612715097727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112174612715097727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112174612715097727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112174612715097727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-ray-of-sunspot-you-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112141154164416796</id><published>2005-07-15T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:12:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trelawney</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor Trelawneys' Divination Class&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title's got absolutely nothing to do with my entry today... Well, it does actually - in a small way. It's got to do with the fact that Fiza introduced me to the art of incense burning and aroma therapy. *Grins* I just burnt my second apple-fragrance incense that's caused the whole 2nd level site office to be fused with such tasty, pungent scent of smokey apple... And oh, I'm not complaining... I actually love it. Just drape myself in shawls, dangling bracelets, necklaces and put on a pair of glasses that magnifies my eyes to thrice it's size and I could just pass off as Professor Trelawneys' double. (She's the Divination teacher at Hogwarts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hung out with babe Fiza yesterday and it was a good day shopping for stuffs and we found a couple of really nice tees from OP! We also managed to find, well, gifts for our birthday friends. :) Really hope they'd like 'em lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I do hope Fiza's managed to put the 'box' together. So, did you, did you, did you? Huh, huh, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just TOTALLY ANXIOUS about the release of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Harry Potter And the Half Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I can barely think straight. Well, I'll post a picture of the book later. For now, let the seconds run, the minutes swim and the hours crawl before tomorrow! *Gasps* I could HARDLY WAIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112141154164416796?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112141154164416796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112141154164416796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112141154164416796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112141154164416796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/trelawney.html' title='Trelawney'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112106692819960373</id><published>2005-07-11T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:28:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;*5 DAYS UNTIL THE RELEASE OF HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait. It's just this Saturday! I don't think I can even sleep at night thinking about it. I just can't wait to get my hands on the book! Speculations of teenage romance, a main character meeting his death and so much! I need to know truths!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some cool news you could get from MuggleNet.Com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I had a mundane Saturday - stayed home to take care of my poor sister. She got sick for days and she's still so weak. She's on medical leave up till tomorrow. Hope she'll get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent with Nahar and band members. They had jamming around 5.30pm till late, then we had dinner at Al-tazzag, an Arabic restaurant at Haji Lane. Nahar knew the owner of the shop, he was the Arab man (His name is Hassan Saad) who sold superb kebabs at Beach Road. Haven't seen him around Beach Road for ages, now I know where he'd gone to! I've got his name card. Another fantastic place to hang with friends (that's a hint to my girl friends... We've GOT to have dinner there one day!). It's very, very near Kaki 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got coffee to make and bread to eat now... It's already tea break! Will write more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weasley&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/9696036-112106692819960373?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112106692819960373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112106692819960373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112106692819960373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112106692819960373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/5-days.html' title='5 Days'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112072881766455919</id><published>2005-07-07T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:33:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5836/320/DSCF5382copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5836/320/DSCF5382copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night when Naz turned 23 years old, he got a DIY card and brownies and yet, I got wings in return. That's me with my wings. I've always wanted them. Thanks Naz bro. Really appreciate this piece of art. Wonderful. Maybe one day you could help me add some fairy dusts as well...? *Grins* Anyways, erm, I look a bit stiff don't I? Hahah.. I should've done something with my arm! It's still beautiful anyway... I meant the wings, not me. Heee...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112072881766455919?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112072881766455919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112072881766455919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112072881766455919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112072881766455919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/that-night-when-naz-turned-23-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112063722250932228</id><published>2005-07-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:07:02.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh Really!</title><content type='html'>Boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel HORRIBLE today. The day's going so slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyone willing to help me out, please do!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ezra, we're in the same boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Hey Serene, great to hear from you again, as always! Missed you truck loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112063722250932228?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112063722250932228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112063722250932228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112063722250932228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112063722250932228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/ouh-really.html' title='Ouh Really!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-112052845830776047</id><published>2005-07-05T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:54:18.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingersnaps No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gingersnaps No More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I had adopted a ginger coloured virtual pet cat for the past week, but then realised I can't actually take good care of it (I'm never on line these days anyway), so I've decided to give Gingersnaps away. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways, it's been ages hasn't it? Since I last updated? I guess I've just been busy and plus, I surf from work and now my work place is keeping track of the hours us staff spend on the internet. How DREADFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ok ok, let's get back on track. First of all, a shout out to Shasha again and many congratulations for the birth of the beautiful baby girl (Sofea Maria - I hope I got the spelling right). Yana, Shikin, (a feverish) Fiza and myself met Shasha at her parent's place and she's looking quite good after giving birth. Anyway, her baby's got dimples! I just adore the little lady... She's as white as snow, beautiful jet black hair... Simply adorable. I realise how happy and proud I was when I set my eyes upon a friends' baby. Or maybe I'm just emotional! She's the first baby born in my circle of friends (from ITE). Above all, congratulations to Shasha again. Now we'll all have to patiently wait for the birth of Aidah's baby. I can't hardly wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, here's a few more shout outs~ To my friends Leah and Yana who's celebrating their birthdays this month! HAPPY 24TH BIRHTDAY guys! Hurray! We'll meet up 15th July alright? :) Love you guys tons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The weekend had been great. I spent quality time with, who else? Nahar. It was great. We were just lazing around as per always. Sunday was spent sweating ourselves out. We went to the Singapore Botanical Gardens to see the 160th Anniversary of The Straits Times. Mr. President was around... Tanya Chua sang a birthday song to him and most of us chorused along with her. I hope the President had a ball of a time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had better stop here for now. Till later, toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-112052845830776047?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/112052845830776047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=112052845830776047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112052845830776047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/112052845830776047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/07/gingersnaps-no-more.html' title='Gingersnaps No More'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-111994450616083634</id><published>2005-06-28T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:41:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Argh! Shit! I wrote a whole passage just now and I accidentally pressed something on my keyboard and then *POOF*, my text dissappeared!!! This is ridiculous... *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I was saying initially, I had a great time yesterday. Ace. Met up with friends I haven't seen for ages. Naz turned 23 yesterday so Bob the Darling made us gather and surprise him. :) It was a good night and for the first time, I've got *breathless* wings... The guys should know what I mean. *winks* Ace! I feel like a fairy. Ouh... Lovely, lovely wings~! Anyways, Bob and Naz, we owe each other more quality time. Hope to double date soon, I'll inform Abang Bear about it. And oh, hey, the art of drinking coffee with a &lt;em&gt;twist&lt;/em&gt;? *raises eyebrow* You've kept me quessing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy news is about the birth of a baby girl! Shasha's finally had her baby yesterday morning. I'm SOOOO excited! The first baby in my circle of friends. Fiza and me had made plans to go visiting, I could only do so this Friday. Point is, Baby, here comes your aunties! (Come to think of it, Shasha's baby and Naz's gotta share the same birth date. How sweet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get cracking now. Shall write more soon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-111994450616083634?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/111994450616083634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=111994450616083634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/111994450616083634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/111994450616083634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-111985094187601298</id><published>2005-06-27T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T13:42:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5836/320/IMG_3511.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5836/320/IMG_3511.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot taken at the beach. I've finally put my photos in Yahoo Photos. I haven't got the chance to put the link here though. I'll get it up soon and everyone will be able to check it out.  A shout out to my friend Shikin who turned 24 last week, Happy Birtday once again dear! To top another good news, my friend Sha2 has given birth to a baby girl at 8am today! Wonderful news! Now, to gather everyone and brainstorm on a perfect baby gift for the little one and her mommy... Love all. Take care!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9696036-111985094187601298?l=sunnyrays81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/feeds/111985094187601298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9696036&amp;postID=111985094187601298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/111985094187601298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9696036/posts/default/111985094187601298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunnyrays81.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-shot-taken-at-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684989728161975394</uri><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-9696036.post-111985066944932634</id><published>2005-06-27T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T13:37:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5836/320/IMG_3487.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5836/320/IMG_3487.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day by the beach. Lovely. 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