<?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-6460722721869809378</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:47:03.882-08:00</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='Hotness'/><category term='Dirrty'/><category term='One day after the other'/><category term='Lil&apos;s personal message'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Love'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Awesome'/><category term='Series'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='Mira'/><category term='Day day'/><title type='text'>Yasmin Sinaga</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4563945224568407675</id><published>2010-11-03T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:43:47.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CFS IIUM - Feelings For It on Sem 1</title><content type='html'>At first it was like, "Thank God there are hope for Foundation!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, "Alamak, kena pakai tudung la ni..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, it was all, "Fuck it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first thought of the Uni was, "Hmph..." because its three different eras (or something) I've been here for legitimate reason and the third was legitimately of me, only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First appreciation in Uni, "Thank God lecturer cool sume!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second appreciation, "Thank God, Roomies, Classmates, Friends, Too cool!" Yeah I used the term cool a bit much, boo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third appreciation, "Thank God dapat Khadijah College, Zainab College sengsara, baju sampai lutut baru boleh kuar bilik and fellow sangat busy body! I've met the Principle of Mahallah Khadijah with skinnies and blouse 5 inches above knee and she said nothing but,  'Hello Liyana, how are you?' while Zainab College 'Sis, pakai baju tu tak menutup aurat, kalau awak college ni saya dah saman.' WTF?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the exam went in and well I did okay. And then final went in and shit I didn't learn but bits. And then holiday came in interrupted by results which was fine but could have been better, got Dean's List which I thought was a bad thing. Haha. I am thankful, very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, of course IIUM is international ISLAMIC University Malaysia, but trust me, its not just about the religion itself but understanding the revolution around it and life, which is honestly is even better than the Ustazahs in my high school preaches. The "Kamu mesti sembahyang, kamu mesti takut tuhan, kamu mesti buat kebaikan, bla bla bla" is basically a zero effort, while here I learned why we must love Allah. The answer for what must you do to get His help is not anymore, "Just pray." Its much more. And it consumes the scientific of the world in our religion, in Islam, which makes much more sense than empty preaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I also learn was making friends wasn't as hard as losing one (Its very hard for me to lose one) so means I'm not really the empty shell in loneliness. I got a friend. I got a friend who knows a friend. I got a friend who transfered to another uni and made friends with my old friend. If that makes sense, good. I feel as though I've talked 100% more than I did when I was in elementary. And did I mention I got elected as Class Representative? Yeah, its cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I loved most was that it is so much easier than high school. In other words. lesser drama, more learning. And frankly, I hate dramas unless its on tv. Real life drama is fake and annoying and just too many excuses just to create another drama. Bullshit in my say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of sulking for a bad day, I sulked for not doing my best. Instead of thanking God for passing the test, I want more. I'm  not  done. Will do much better, and will try much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad thing was, studio sucks because there are so many people more fucking talented than I am, and much cooler than me too. Apart from that, I've enjoyed my stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liyana Yasmin Sinaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4563945224568407675?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4563945224568407675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4563945224568407675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4563945224568407675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4563945224568407675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2010/11/cfs-iium-feelings-for-it-on-sem-1.html' title='CFS IIUM - Feelings For It on Sem 1'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-8563351273737295004</id><published>2010-08-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:33:35.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna watch these 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;NOWHERE BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ok, its impossible that any other Beatles fan in the world not to be looking forward to this. Aaron Johnson as John Lennon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Thomas Sangster as Pail McCartney, Sam Bell as George Harrison, Kristin Scott Thomas as Mary Smith and Anne-Marie Duff as Julia Lennon. A biopic mainly on John Lennon and how The Beatles started. As a big fan (thanks to my dad for the influence), this is a must! Ah, so excited! Directed by Sam Taylor-Wood, screenplay by Matt Greenhalgh and memoir by Julie Baird)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6Km9L1Sqd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6Km9L1Sqd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;THE GREATEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ok, I must have something for Aaron Johnson as he is in this movie too. This movie was released last year but it was so hard to find it here! A story about a brief relationship between Rose (Carey Mulligan) and Bennett (Aaron Johnson). Bennett passed in an accident but Rose remained safe, which Bennett's mother, Grace (Susan Sarandon) solely blamed her on her son's death. Bennett's father, Allen (Pierce Brosnan) though trusted Rose who is pregnant of 3 months. Directedand and written by Shana Feste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xevNnOP5qSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xevNnOP5qSw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;PEACOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Now here is where I call a great Mind Thriller. Now I'm feeling I'm watching every Susan Sarandon's movie as she's in this on. What are the odds for the linking? Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A Nebraska bank clerk finds his tenuous grip on reality slipping after a freak train accident reveals his deepest secret to the entire community. John Skillpa (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/cillianmurphy/filmography/p271775" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Cillian Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;) is a reserved bank teller living in the tight-knit community of Peacock. He may live by himself, but he's never alone; John has two personalities. His alter ego is Emma, but Emma has always been a well-kept secret -- until now. When a passing caboose jumps the rails and comes slamming through John's backyard, the neighbors all race to his aid and are surprised to find Emma wandering about dazed and confused. Instinctively assuming Emma to be John's wife, they rally around the Skillpas in support. But the harder they try to get closer to Emma, the deeper John slips into psychosis. The key to his mystery-shrouded past resting in the hands of young, overburdened mother Maggie (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/ellenpage/filmography/p360080" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ellen Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;), John finds his two personalities clashing as his fragile deception becomes ever more difficult to maintain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/susansarandon/filmography/p63158" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Susan Sarandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/keithcarradine/filmography/p84256" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Keith Carradine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/billpullman/filmography/p58045" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Bill Pullman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/joshlucas/filmography/p187022" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Josh Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; co-star. Directed by Michael Lander, written by Michae Lander Ryan O'Roy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPEzcAG4E5s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPEzcAG4E5s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;BRICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;For the love of Joseph Gordon Levitt he is too cute! And this film was released in 2005. I'm breaking a leg to find the DVD and its tough as it is one of those underrated movies. Now what you see in stores are merely blockbusters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The lonely teenager Brendan (Joseph Gordon Levitt) finds his former girlfriend Emily (Emilie De Ravin) dead in the entrance of a tunnel of sewage and recalls her phone call two days ago, when she said to him that she was in trouble. Brendan, who still loved Emily, met bad elements of his high-school trying to contact her, and when he succeeded, she told him that she was OK. He hides her body in the tunnel and decides to investigate the meaning and connection of four words, including "brick" and "pin", that Emily told him to find who killed her. Using the support of his nerd friend Brain (Matt O'Leary), he successively meets the small time drug dealers Kara (Meagan Goode), Dode (Noah Segan), Brad Bramish (Brian White), Laura (Nora Zehetner) and Tugger (Noah Fleiss), to reach the teenager powerful drug dealer The Pin. Slowly, Brendan unravels the motives why Emily was killed and plots a revenge. Directed and written by Rian Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cVzHeJ0Z3I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cVzHeJ0Z3I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;BRIGHT STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Everybody loves a good love story and the fact that its a true story just wanna make you snuggle in smile. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; secret love affair begins between 23 year-old English poet, John Keats (Ben Whishaw), and the girl next door, Fanny Brawne (Abbie Cornish), an out-spoken student of high fashion. This unlikely pair begin at odds, he thinking her a stylish minx, while she was unimpressed not only by his poetry but also by literature in general. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;However, when Fanny heard that Keats was nursing his seriously ill younger brother, her efforts to help touched Keats and when she asked him to teach her about poetry he agreed. The poetry soon became a romantic remedy that worked not only to sort their differences, but also to fuel an impassioned love affair. When Fanny's alarmed mother and Keats' best friend finally awoke to their attachment, the relationship had an unstoppable momentum. Intensely and helplessly absorbed in each other, the young lovers were swept deeply into powerful new sensations, "I have the feeling as if we're dissolving," Keats wrote to her. Together they rode a wave of romantic obsession that only deepened as their troubles mounted. When Keats fell ill a year later, the two young lovers faced no marriage but separation. In Keats' own poignant words, "forever panting and forever young." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The drama based on the three-year romance between 19th century poet John Keats and Fanny Brawne, which was cut short by Keats' untimely death at age 25. Directed, written and screenplay by Jane Campion and biography by Andrew Motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQHiTNUi-L0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQHiTNUi-L0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;LOVE AT FIRST HICCUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Everybody loves a good teen romance and this is by far the absolute perfect compared to other's teen romance we have today. Very real, very fresh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LOVE AT FIRST HICCUP is a charming, innocent, and intelligent romantic comedy about the freshman Victor who has contracted a case of Anya-itis (acute and incurable love-passion for high school senior Anya). And why shouldn't he? She is beautiful and popular. Rich but incredibly sweet with a rare innocence. In other words: Way out of Victor's league. Unfortunately Anya also dates a rich guy, Peter, who drives a fancy lotus and has a stuffed Gucci wallet. However chance meetings riddled with awkward hiccups soon makes sparks fly between Anya and Victor. Maybe Victor's shy and goofy charm can beat out Peters arrogance? Don't worry, seems typical but watch the trailer, you'll see what I mean with real and fresh. Directed by Barbara Topsee-Rothenborg, writen by Soren Frellesen and Barbara Topsee-Rothenberg and book by Dennis Jurgensen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDufcgzt4Q0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kDufcgzt4Q0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE RILEYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;Ah, I wanna watch this one badly! Looks good! Starring James Gandolfini as Doug Riley and Melissa Leo as Lois Riley, a married couple who had lost their teenage daughter. Doug went on a business trip to New Orleans and met with a teen stripper, Mallory played by Kristen Stewart. He cared for Mallory as she somehow sees his daughter in her and through her he seeks salvation. He was on the road to pick up his life and his wife's back on track, moving on from their trapped life through Mallory. Directed by Jake Scott and written by Ken Hixon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaTfSujcIQg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaTfSujcIQg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 17px; font-size:medium;"&gt;Cant wait to watch all these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-8563351273737295004?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8563351273737295004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=8563351273737295004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8563351273737295004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8563351273737295004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/wanna-watch-these.html' title='Wanna watch these 7!'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-6494582732090602034</id><published>2010-08-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:12:11.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I met THE ONE - Fossil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never dreamed at all that I would meet Fossil. Usually, I went by Fossil without even a glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into Alpha Angle and decided a person who screamed annoyingly "Murah kak murah beli beli!" shut off my feeling on even buying a small stiffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;g shoe. I mean this is not the night market so don't make it sound like one. I don't know why the mak cik's even bothered to see whats there. If it were mama I would certainly hear "Tak mau lah, semua orang dah beli, tak kan nak sama ramai-ramai. Nanti orang tau beli dekat mana, harga berapa. Tak sedap lah." Love my mum for her enclosure towards this because true, I have seen 20 person on the Cashier buying the same frigging bag and you don't really want to have the same frigging bag as those 20 people. If you do, then you need to imply a serious ego boost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out of Alpha Angle, empty handed but a McFlurry Oreo. Oh just so lovely! Sarcastically but McFlurry Oreo IS good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't satisfied. I haven't met THE ONE. So I said to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister, "Ain, hantar pergi Wangsa Maju station LRT, nak pergi KLCC. Sorang." Yes, alone I went to the Shopping Lobby of the Twin Towers Kuala Lumpur. I walk and walk and see I see, windows by windows. House of Leather was the first store I've entered. Cute guy, cute stuffs, but not THE ONE. It was pretty but you know when there were pretty things you just go 'Meh'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out and saw a store named Fossil, and remembered how mama wanted a bag from the store. I was curious, pretty meh or pretty wow? And there I see it. A Camel colored Kenya Clutch, sitting there smiling as heaven throned my snugglish heart. Oh my oh my! I checked on the price, frigging RM 239! In my mind, "Matilah aku kalau beli ni!" The shop assistant gave me a good news, "This one we have promotion for 30%. And the promotion starts today until the end of August." Was I lucky or was I lucky?! But then, I have shoes to take care of. Darn it! I left Fossil, feeling sad. But then heads up high, I will find T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE ONE, even if it feels I have left it at Fossil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Everlast, oh my my, cute shoes. And somehow, it pulled me to buy those simple shoes. Because it was incredibly comfy! Chaching, goes my money. Okay, now what? Okay, I went to Kinokuniya. Wanted to find 'Water for Elephants from Sara Gruen'. Last month, it was sold out, and it was again, luckily, a new arrival. Yay! Chaching no 2, book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still can't get off my mind on Fossil. The clutches at Isetan, Guess, Parkson, Harrods, British India, House of Leather, Roxy just doesn't sum up to the precious Camel Clutch in Fossil. I started counting and counting and WHAT THE HELL, I'M BUYING THAT BEAUTY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybank, I went. Money out money in. Done. And there I was back at Fossil. "I want this," I said to the shop assistant. "After discount will be RM 167," took it obviously and I went out of Fossil a happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats the story on how I met Fossil. Below is the pic of the precious camel Clutch, THE ONE. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/TFWcohniatI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TOTByLMrg88/s320/Clutch.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500474739935832786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-6494582732090602034?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6494582732090602034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=6494582732090602034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6494582732090602034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6494582732090602034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-i-met-fossil.html' title='The Day I met THE ONE - Fossil'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/TFWcohniatI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TOTByLMrg88/s72-c/Clutch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-8116890715353449523</id><published>2010-06-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:32:39.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with people downsizing those in the city?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've heard loads about people downsizing them who lived in the village areas and most of the time, they are proven wrong and ended up looking like an idiot doing so. It was always "Even if we live in village areas, does not mean we are much less than you in the city."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not arguing but I just wanna say to those in the village area, "THE SAME GOES TO YOU!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean WTF do you think all city people don't know how to read the Qur'an? Do you think all city people snobs when they speak another language lets say, English? Do you think they don't know anything about being independent since they lived in the city?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F it! Its a give and take situation. Stop stereotyping! Even if its faster, its a lame way to say you look down on people! I've had this situation before and if we city people don't look down on you, you don't look down at us! These situation I have proves that everyone is idiotic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an Indian friend who in my entire life of knowing her had only spoken in English with me. And the counter attack of a girl who always find ways to say I look down on her for living in a village said "Dulu aku malas nak layan kau sebab kau bajet speaking..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a Qur'anic Reading Test and a girl who always emphasize that she's not a real city girl said to me, "Boleh ngaji tak?" I said "Tak, tengah uzur tapi niat belajar atau zikir boleh je kan?" And she said again, "Tak, maksud kita awak boleh baca langsung tak?" WTF la wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situation 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm living in a dorm. And here's this girl who said over and over again how her house is made only from wood said, "Aku memang dari form 4 dulu duduk dorm. Kau sekolah biasa kan, mesti tak pernah lepas dari ketiak mak. Kau tau basuh baju tak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I depend a lot on my mom and dad but what makes you so different than I am since every money you have during the period of living in a dorm is from your parents. And yes, I do know how to clean my own cloths thank you and my cloth that you borrowed stinks as hell when I got it back! Yes, I do know how to read the Qur'an, rusty but I still do know how to read it! Yes I use English while speaking sometimes, is that an awfully wrong thing to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, in conclusion, humans aren't that different at all, wherever you live. Stereotyping is bad, so don't you ever do it! We city people and you out there, respect between the two is getting thinner and its getting on my nerves because I never feel the effort to look down on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-8116890715353449523?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8116890715353449523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=8116890715353449523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8116890715353449523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8116890715353449523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-up-with-people-downsizing-those.html' title='What&apos;s up with people downsizing those in the city?'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-6991219301860784799</id><published>2010-05-09T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T06:44:31.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy's Games</title><content type='html'>It recently occurred to me (when chatting with Natalia till late night) that boys loved playing games especially when the subject is GIRLS. This is the thing that bugs me, like I hate boys, when will they grow up being men?! And no 30 does not consider men if you're still playing this shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, what the hell am I ranting about. Here's the deal, boy A said he likes me. Hell he even stalked me to my house! Damn it, I shouldn't write my phone number! He scares me a lot. But then, again and again, he finally gave up. Suddenly, boy B started calling me, confessing that he likes me since a long time ago. I said, No, not interested. He calls day and night. Like fuck shut it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I was having this same subject of conversation with Natalia, I remembered Boy A and Boy B were friends. And how could it be coincidence that after Boy A gives up, Boy B shows up. So it came up with pretty nasty set up that those 2 boys are just playing 'Who gets the girl'. A friend told me once this had happen. Where they pick a girl, and bet who'll get the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck! Stupid bozos, nudging me with annoyance! Thank God my senses told me that this guys aren't of my interest that I allow myself to strictly say No. If not, I'm just apart of some huge bitchy game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys, Grow up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-6991219301860784799?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6991219301860784799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=6991219301860784799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6991219301860784799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6991219301860784799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2010/05/guys-games.html' title='Guy&apos;s Games'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4761493843263428948</id><published>2010-04-01T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:01:38.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Anjing Laut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not say how you do deeds, its nauseating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't say, "Saya banyak berdakwah, saya orang alim." because people will know you aren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't even list down how many diplomas you have to people because it tells you never passed a degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't spell "Jangan tanya saya. Saya tau ape yang saya buat." Makes people feel like you're an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't grade people's standard and tell others not to grade other people's standard, hypocrisy all over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not channel an overly lovey themes to underage girls, pedophile anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Please do not choose who you wanna give rules to, who you think can go on without one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please don't play with a competition, where you cheat others off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not make unnecessary stoopid rules, such as demerits to people walking while eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not judge people by how they look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do say how high and mighty you are and how lowly others are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please do not torment any of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're a total off beat leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Yasmin Sinaga-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and don't go 'Ang ang ang!' for the sake of other's ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4761493843263428948?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4761493843263428948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4761493843263428948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4761493843263428948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4761493843263428948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-mr-anjing-laut.html' title='Dear Mr. Anjing Laut'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-3012763270828555759</id><published>2009-12-27T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:44:33.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Almost seventeen no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loathing Ribena even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still doesn't understand the use of word 'poyo' but used it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalia is on facebook, quite funny and inspiringly weird from NATALIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bought Syira some 'skimpy gifts' from Bali (this one is a special mention because of the term skimpy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some 'Welcome Dance' painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Still loving the Pattz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to occupy Warda with some questions.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I tell you, once you put on tudung, it is simply awfully laughable when you ditch them publicly, whatever the reasons may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali is a resort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My brother is still loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving Miss Daisy is wicked awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I love my daddy most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses is suitable for you ugly eyed people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Burned by the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still yapping nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Smile People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yasmin Sinaga-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-3012763270828555759?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3012763270828555759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=3012763270828555759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3012763270828555759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3012763270828555759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-my-life.html' title='Update on My Life'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4098864761488901831</id><published>2009-10-30T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:35:31.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stringy Options</title><content type='html'>You don't know what you'll get so just abide yourself with plenty of options and while one hits, you have nothing to lose so go on. There are so many strings attached to life. Not only love and family hits your guard up, but the representations of memory and experience itself. I myself wonder how foolish people are but then it green lighted to me the occurance of no choices because the fill with only one road which they thought was best. Note to self, there are no best choices, just good ones and when sometimes one looks better than the other, it could be the other way with another step ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4098864761488901831?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4098864761488901831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4098864761488901831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4098864761488901831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4098864761488901831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/10/stringy-options.html' title='Stringy Options'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-2794188622517011785</id><published>2009-09-09T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:10:52.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seventeen Years old kids. They are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-2794188622517011785?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2794188622517011785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=2794188622517011785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2794188622517011785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2794188622517011785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-6133664990544659619</id><published>2009-07-10T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:13:40.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>Skins - A UK Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SlfXM9LuBzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aOeZT73sZA8/s1600-h/skins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SlfXM9LuBzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aOeZT73sZA8/s320/skins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356986899362613042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skins was A-W-E-S-O-M-E!&lt;br /&gt;This is why I loved You Tube, they allow you to see shows you thought you would never see.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put on a picture and trailer below.&lt;br /&gt;Its not just the sexy scandals or the cute butts or the gay kiss (that is one hell of a hot kiss!), its the drama that looked so real.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in here is a mess, and I think this is the original 'KAMI' that debuted in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guys feast your eyes with the Sexy Unrated Trailer first. Then we'll discuss the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G39Up8ZmL68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G39Up8ZmL68&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Now, meet the AWESOME character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/n/nicholas_hoult/thumbnails/tn2_nicholas_hoult_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 162px;" src="http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/n/nicholas_hoult/thumbnails/tn2_nicholas_hoult_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tony Stonem (Nicholas Hoult)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tony is a first class womanizer, a wanker. He has the looks, the brains, the charm and the girl. Though he doesn't care about his girlfriend, doesn't really care about the world, all he only care was that life is a game and he's playing it well. As for what his girlfriend Michelle said, he only cared about his sister, Effie who for Tony, knows him best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid Jenkins (Mike Bailey)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.episode39.it/artist/1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 137px;" src="http://static.episode39.it/artist/1278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sid is a lack of confidence, pathetic, paranoid kid who sees his best friend Tony as an idol who has everything. Even his dream girl Michelle. Sid is still a virgin and somehow he waits for Michelle to one day actually love him back. Sid's life is a big mess and he stutters his words on it. Sid never trust himself where he only do is when he messes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CT3xssSQOt0/RfAf0ooD-pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kW5VzmNyPhI/s400/l_5cc7b0578dd67e188573022bc601fc4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CT3xssSQOt0/RfAf0ooD-pI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kW5VzmNyPhI/s400/l_5cc7b0578dd67e188573022bc601fc4f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle Richardson (April Pearson)&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is Tony's girlfriend who always lie to herself that she was Tony's only one. Michelle has a stepdad (had two stepdads) who is 7 years older than her, which she hated. Michelle always said that she would look shaggable so Tony would always shag her. Michelle also knew that Sid was fairly in love with her.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie Ainsworth (Hannah Murray)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scifiscoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/doctor_who_hannah_murray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.scifiscoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/doctor_who_hannah_murray.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie is a blonde, happy girl with eating disorder, where she can't stop eating when she does. Cassie has been in therapy for awhile and told herself again and again that she's fine, which she wasn't. She haven't been eating and only took pills and drink water to survive. She had a few hallucinations due to the pills. She has a thing for Sid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00471/dempsie_280_471201a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 160px;" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00471/dempsie_280_471201a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris Miles (Joseph Dempsie)&lt;br /&gt;Chris uses viagra daily just because he likes it. Chris was considered the clown of the group. Although, behind the mask, Chris was very lonely, a bastard of his parents. Even his mother abandoned him. He now only lives with a gold fish. Chris likes his psychology teacher, Angie and stood by her everyday to get his shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxxie Oliver (Mitch Hewer)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tasithoughts.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/mitchhewer2rs6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 159px;" src="http://tasithoughts.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/mitchhewer2rs6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxxie is openly gay and is comfortable with his status. He is a phenomenal dancer and wanted to be a dancer one day. Maxxie is somehow the gay slut, as he sleeps with every guy that wanted to. Maxxie is best friends with Anwar, a Muslim boy, who shuts down on him sometimes for his sexuality. Maxxie is also good in Arts and kept a portrait of everyone in his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gV4Wr6Pczs/SaVWwsTC9cI/AAAAAAAAAq4/p2otfYAUZdQ/s320/dev_patel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7gV4Wr6Pczs/SaVWwsTC9cI/AAAAAAAAAq4/p2otfYAUZdQ/s320/dev_patel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anwar Kharral (Dev Patel)&lt;br /&gt;Anwar is an Indian Muslim, but doesn't live like one. He prays 5 times a day, but never really know why. Anwar has always been best friends with Maxxie but Maxxie's sexuality worried him as he is a Muslim. Anwar's dad is very strict but always obeys his mum. Anwar believed in his God but never really applied them on a practical way as he does coke and smoke pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jal Fazer (Larissa Wilson)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.thisis.co.uk/274096/article/images/253865/314024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 116px;" src="http://i.thisis.co.uk/274096/article/images/253865/314024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jal is a rich girl whose father doesn't care to look at her as she was similar to her runaway mum. Jal is the most understanding friend of the bunch and she never protest on being herself. Jal plays the clarinet for her college and was very good at them. Unlike Michelle, Jal never showed that she was the hottie under the clothes she was wearing but deep fact, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I assure you guys the series is awesome and YOU SHOULD CHECK IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;The series doesn't lie.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't lie too, this time.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lil-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-6133664990544659619?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6133664990544659619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=6133664990544659619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6133664990544659619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6133664990544659619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/skins-uk-series.html' title='Skins - A UK Series'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SlfXM9LuBzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aOeZT73sZA8/s72-c/skins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-3560886079134190094</id><published>2009-07-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T06:21:02.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day's Hectic - Shouldn't be long, but dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 7th 2009&lt;br /&gt;Very Hectic, I mean very in the School of Taman Melawati&lt;br /&gt;First off, SPOT CHECK! SPOT CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone were everywhere to hide their phones.&lt;br /&gt;It was already giving you head ache as people were so 'cuak'.&lt;br /&gt;Stop cuaking!&lt;br /&gt;Recess came, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Ate and ate, worry on nothing, phone is safe.&lt;br /&gt;Then two 'lovely' (note my sarcasm) ladies abrupt in a bitch fight.&lt;br /&gt;A bitch fight is only when bitches howl to each other on their rights, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls was somewhat similar to a girl caught on hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;Best scene? Tolakan Rohana... Ghaha!&lt;br /&gt;She's the teacher (crazy ones) and she pushed one of the girls away, hard.&lt;br /&gt;Fatin, Diba and I re-enact those moments, oh how it looked so 'real'!&lt;br /&gt;Then naik, go back to class.&lt;br /&gt;KECOH KECOH!&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Boys were fighting, hitting, blood everywhere, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers put out the Surah Yassin on speaker. It was still hectic though.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers were using uncensored words to students.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo... To adapt all that in one day is pretty magnifyingly dizzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-3560886079134190094?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3560886079134190094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=3560886079134190094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3560886079134190094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3560886079134190094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-days-hectic-shouldnt-be-long-but.html' title='One Day&apos;s Hectic - Shouldn&apos;t be long, but dizzy'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-2648246247109462502</id><published>2009-06-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:14:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Attempt to Repel Compliments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not working, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Its too much a flutter I might say to receive a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;But damn my nose will flare whenever I receive a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;For me, a compliment is like a decease, I don't wanna die because I feel I'm too good.&lt;br /&gt;Worse, if I die thinking I was good but I was never.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, people thought compliments are great, wow, sheesh, but I see it as a total drag.&lt;br /&gt;I like to feel "Why?" when people compliment me, so it doesn' t get to my head.&lt;br /&gt;I might be the embarrassed whore for flaring my nose too big.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need to repel, REPEL!&lt;br /&gt;-Lil-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-2648246247109462502?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2648246247109462502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-3555243718208935786</id><published>2009-06-27T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:06:58.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eN1ozPf_X_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eN1ozPf_X_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To respect his memorial, we should debut his humanitarian.&lt;br /&gt;End said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-3555243718208935786?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3555243718208935786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=3555243718208935786&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3555243718208935786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3555243718208935786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1409857374951623461</id><published>2009-06-15T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:51:31.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta bukan Lokasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been so long since the long long... and I have decided to marry this one guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFGHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesung pipit mu sgt menawan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZG_xBIN5gFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZG_xBIN5gFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1409857374951623461?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1409857374951623461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1409857374951623461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1409857374951623461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1409857374951623461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinta-bukan-lokasi.html' title='Cinta bukan Lokasi'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1077483154705542256</id><published>2009-05-28T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:25:08.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Pecks Alert! PECKS ALERT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not supposed to be wasting my precious time on this as I have the stupid exam but this is pecks alert baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo81/germandolls/new%20moon/INFphoto_986092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 548px;" src="http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo81/germandolls/new%20moon/INFphoto_986092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene : The reunion of Edward and Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;PECKS ALERT LADIES!&lt;br /&gt;(I underestimate Rob, I thought he could never pull off a 6 pecks but LOOKIE! Good to be wrong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot the STEAMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo81/germandolls/new%20moon/INFphoto_985974wtmkpreview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 550px;" src="http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo81/germandolls/new%20moon/INFphoto_985974wtmkpreview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see the pecks but you can see the steamy!&lt;br /&gt;I know I am being obsessed but rather than smoking pot under your mother's basement, I rather smoke up to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TOPIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Weasley in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3U565skJYFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3U565skJYFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me laugh and love Ron Weasley even more! Who needs Harry when Ron is around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1077483154705542256?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1077483154705542256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1077483154705542256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1077483154705542256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1077483154705542256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/pecks-alert-pecks-alert.html' title='Pecks Alert! PECKS ALERT!'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i364.photobucket.com/albums/oo81/germandolls/new%20moon/th_INFphoto_986092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1126145468663361472</id><published>2009-05-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:16:12.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One day after the other'/><title type='text'>Me and The Small Dog - Kejadian di Jalan G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11509880/Yorkies_Terrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 281px;" src="http://img.alibaba.com/photo/11509880/Yorkies_Terrier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could bring him home! He's a little Terrier with brown, black and dark brown fur. I saw him after my tuition at Jalan G. He was somehow lost and lonely. He looked at me with sad eyes. Look at his chocolate mousse! How cute! Squish! Squish! (FYI, the dog looks kinda like the one in the picture) But sadly I can't and shouldn't even be thinking about it. So goodbye little terrier. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1126145468663361472?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1126145468663361472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1126145468663361472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1126145468663361472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1126145468663361472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-small-dog-kejadian-di-jalan-g.html' title='Me and The Small Dog - Kejadian di Jalan G'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-589255028367681437</id><published>2009-05-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T04:18:20.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil&apos;s personal message'/><title type='text'>Funny how human works</title><content type='html'>It always amazes me how they, humans never admit their mistakes. And quite clearly to repeat them for all they know that it was sin. Fine, you say, we're human, we make mistakes. But to repeat them with honor? That's a low class joke. Humans, its such a lie when they say they don't know the difference between good and bad because I seem to think its on a human's nature to know whats good or bad. Then, why the repetition of mistakes? Because they saw the enjoyment of mistakes. It is almost an addiction once a mistake is taken twice. Don't lie when you say you don't know that it was a bad thing you did because you do, you just didn't care. For all I know, only malfunctioned brained people couldn't differentiate good or bad. Normal humans didn't care if they made sin, because they only somehow see the fun in it. Oh, my they must never think of heaven, where almost all happiness in the world couldn't be compared to a second in heaven, a side of God. Quit believing in, "We're humans, we make mistakes." Its supposed to be these words we say, "I'm human, I made a mistake, never should I repeat them again." No one is perfect but do not intensify perfection into making non-eligible sins. What happened to our human today? What happened to perfection of minds of a human compared to other living? Keep saying that you made a mistake, but never you dare to stop making the same mistakes. This is a message for fellow residents of the world, as I claim every human to have the sanity on good and bad. Choices has to be made, and fortune in this realm are never as good as heaven by God's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-589255028367681437?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/589255028367681437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=589255028367681437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/589255028367681437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/589255028367681437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-how-human-works.html' title='Funny how human works'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4214220767794017218</id><published>2009-04-29T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:26:23.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem - A Fool of A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its important to understand what life is&lt;br /&gt;But you, for many other are just foolish&lt;br /&gt;People say the truth but you bow away&lt;br /&gt;While when a lie is told, you never stray&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to say whether you understand or not&lt;br /&gt;All you do is your own plot&lt;br /&gt;Caught by the sin and feel the quest&lt;br /&gt;While satan is burning on your nest&lt;br /&gt;See clearly my dear as you do not live long&lt;br /&gt;Or to be honest you are not that strong&lt;br /&gt;See and feel not by the damage&lt;br /&gt;But for the purification of white image&lt;br /&gt;Do understand I am not you&lt;br /&gt;So what she's been saying was only for you&lt;br /&gt;If God is willing, I'll choke myself out of your life&lt;br /&gt;So I could live on my long strive&lt;br /&gt;Love does not complete a world&lt;br /&gt;Love compliments life in a swirl&lt;br /&gt;You compliment me in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I felt it kinda waves&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you care, but only for sake&lt;br /&gt;There is no love for what used to be on cakes&lt;br /&gt;See my dear see as the end waits&lt;br /&gt;That you only leave a bit of traits&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem not for me&lt;br /&gt;But just for you to clearly see&lt;br /&gt;You are human so open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Life is no joke, nor just meat and pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lil-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4214220767794017218?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4214220767794017218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4214220767794017218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4214220767794017218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4214220767794017218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/poem.html' title='Poem - A Fool of A Friend'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-6511534497261838702</id><published>2009-04-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T02:52:21.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Art, Dali, Cedric, Giselher, Toby, Edward and Rob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/616n0s1WyAL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 366px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/616n0s1WyAL._SS500_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lol. You ain't seeing Edward Cullen now, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is Arthur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/projects/Little%20Ashes/Stills/normal_dali1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/projects/Little%20Ashes/Stills/normal_dali1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is Salvador Dali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What, you want a boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/projects/Harry%20Potter/GOF%20Posters/normal_3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/projects/Harry%20Potter/GOF%20Posters/normal_3.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;This is Golden Boy Cedric Diggory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What, you miss Edward?? Wait up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/projects/Ring%20of%20the%20Nibelungs/Stills/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/projects/Ring%20of%20the%20Nibelungs/Stills/9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Giselher, a bad hair. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You want Edward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/screencaps/movies/The_Haunted_Airman_Part_3_flv_000036100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/screencaps/movies/The_Haunted_Airman_Part_3_flv_000036100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My lonely boy, Mr. Toby Jugg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Really, miss Edward???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/2009/projects/new%20moon/on%20set/set1/normal_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/2009/projects/new%20moon/on%20set/set1/normal_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay fine! Here's Edward Cullen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hehe. But it doesn't stop here. My favourite is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/photoshoots/2008/instyle/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/photoshoots/2008/instyle/8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is my favourite. Mr Robert Pattinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No one is as good as he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-6511534497261838702?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6511534497261838702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=6511534497261838702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6511534497261838702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6511534497261838702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-dali-cedric-giselher-toby-edward.html' title='Art, Dali, Cedric, Giselher, Toby, Edward and Rob'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-8121929940075030465</id><published>2009-04-13T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:48:27.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Guys are your Gods if you're Juana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Based on The Pearl, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a literary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt; (author of East of Eden, James Dean.. Gosh) and the lowly obedient Juana. Seriously, you'll say you'll never be Juana at all cost. You'll say its not good if a guy hurts a girl by one bit but on the other bit, you're still a puppy dog lingering by his side. Now, Juana is very obedient, even if during the time when Kino hits her for the mighty pearl, she didn't rush for a fight. Some say its because she knows her husband and he'll hurt her more bad if she did fought back. True true, but how many here knew in deep of the guy they love like Juana knew her husband? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A severe 1 year of knowing the guy does not consider knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Juana had been married to Kino for a long time and she knew who her husband was, she sees the good side of him for a very long time, a measured husband to her, a loyal father to Coyotito. Now what do you know of the guy you love apart of whats his name, what is his likes and dislikes, where does he live and his Spacebook password? That is not knowing the person. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Knowing a person means you see the good in him, not because he helped you in things, but you see it grow from the bottom of his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Loving a person means (one of a thousand meanings that is) feel grateful that he is for you and only you. I know, to love a person is to look pass his flaws, but what if those flaws make you bleed? Is it nessesary to live by the rule of unconditional love? Apparently, you are not qualified for it or any love story of all sort of matter. Juana lived by the rule of uncoditional love because she knew the husband, she cares for the husband, she knew what the pearl had made him and she knew who her husband of many years is. So shame on you if you say Juana is stupid to let Kino hit her, as for I, I thought Juana was right to be quiet, because she still see the good in Kino and if bleeding was nessesary to bring the old Kino back, then she wil, which she does. Its harder to find the eyes like Juana and by all means, girls left out the love for the lust. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, lust is subjective, so lust does not always mean sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lust could have been pondering on the same jerk, lust could have you gravel for his money, lust is subjective. So if you are in Juana;s position that knew and love your husband dearly, you'll be obliged to make him your God (not literally, god is Allah). And if you are with a god, you've clearly took all the 7 heavens in hand.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-8121929940075030465?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8121929940075030465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=8121929940075030465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8121929940075030465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8121929940075030465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/guys-are-your-gods-if-youre-juana.html' title='Guys are your Gods if you&apos;re Juana'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-5207467847602181642</id><published>2009-04-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:47:41.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil&apos;s personal message'/><title type='text'>A nudge in the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry if my words are not for your liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Its reality I was explaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But if you feel a nudge then its only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I might not be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;But my words are tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My words were meant for a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But seems that he doesn't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;If my words gave you a heart ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I'm sorry for the words I create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Again, sorry if my words are not for your liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Its reality I was explaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-Lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And Lil is so proud of all the rhyming!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It wasn't intended but the rhyme just kept clinging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I'm still rhyming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-5207467847602181642?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5207467847602181642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=5207467847602181642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5207467847602181642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5207467847602181642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/nudge-in-heart.html' title='A nudge in the heart'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1322929835544633929</id><published>2009-04-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:27:32.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lil&apos;s personal message'/><title type='text'>Words for Maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;No one is mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep thinking, Lads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At 5 years old, no maturity obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;At 15 years old, still immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;At 25, close to mature but never fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;At 35, immature in wanting to become a child again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;At 45, you went senile and no one is mature when senile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;At 55, you die of immaturity. But you still live, in the sensation of nothing matters anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;At 65, you're being a kid again, wanting this and that, maturity that you already have decreases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;At 75, most of you are under the ground already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But Lads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm 17 and I don't know how to be a 25, 35, or even a 75!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;For me,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'mature' is just a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to describe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;if he or she does understand, if he or she balanced her life, if he or she knows what wastes their time and what does not and if he or she knows, what to let go and what to grasp in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mature does not mean talking aloof or making yourself higher than other people.  Mature does not mean fake yourself, putting self on shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mature has it levels and some has a higher will to be in a higher level of maturity, because it ain't easy to be mature and people love easy, thus the lack of maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Some say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"You're young, have fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Urm, excuse me, if someone is mature he/she still could have fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Please do note that mature people does mistakes too. Immature people does mistakes, and does it again. That is the difference.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;If you still command on just having fun, seriously Lad, you are screwed to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its time to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are not a child anymore. Even some child is much mature than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is not about girls and boys anymore, its about people. And people grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't end up being a girl and a boy only. Be a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;P/s -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is fully intended for every gap of age,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but specially for Melawati's new gossip blogger, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;God's Creature&lt;/span&gt;, form 2 in melawati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dunno her, but definitely don't wanna know her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Still, she &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me to write the above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;If you get it (all of you) then GREAT! If you don't... well, wait another few years before reading stuffs like this again. If you still don't, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get your fucking life stable dude!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Know yourself for the better worse that could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I am immature and this is note to self. Because blogs doesn't go away. Diaries do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1322929835544633929?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1322929835544633929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1322929835544633929&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1322929835544633929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1322929835544633929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-for-maturity.html' title='Words for Maturity'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-6417511609946484987</id><published>2009-03-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:05:42.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><title type='text'>SUNBURST KL '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;21 st March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Its started as lazy as it could. In front of the computer, in front of the tv. In front of food. Chores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nothing much on this fairly date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And the my phone rings (vibrated, I let it on silent, dunno why at home ??? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Warda called. Hurm, what? Why so sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I thought it was the usual, where she is suddenly standing in front of my house to say "Lil! I'm here!" (Lol! She was there because she's gonna be my new neighbour.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Lil, you nak pegi Sunburst dengan me tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And so, it turned out to be a very ecstatic day! I was pumped, somehow just on the cause my sister Arina couldn't go and I could. Not that I knew which band was performing. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And so chores finished, bath and bath, grab whatever outfit I can get (ended up with Roxy t-shirt and jeans) and so I leave home (not forever, for Sunburst, malam balik la).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It was held in Bukit Kiara, Equestrian Field. Last time I went there was for Pesta Malam Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunburst was a bigger deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Went with Papa, thank goodness he canceled his plans, or we'll end up walking there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Arrival at 3 (lol, like we're some kind of VIP with the usage of 'arrival')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Entered. I'm hearing music. There are 4 different stages. Two smaller stages and 2 gigantic ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Loud &amp;amp; Clear and Livesounds stages are the smaller ones. (It faces each other).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sun and Sky stages are the gigantums. (They were side by side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But it was frantic. We didn't get the flyers (we passed the guy who gave them, stupido) and we were like, where's where. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We went for 7-E, Warda bought the red slurpee. The guy said, "Sorry yeah, cair sikit." Lol! Its not cair sikit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Its CAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No worries. We walked and find ourselves in Loud &amp;amp; Clear stage where Juwita Suwito just finished performed. We saw a band was already starting to rocking in Livesounds stage. So we went the other way. We haven't had a clue who the band was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After the first song, they sang a familliar song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hujan ke!" Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dummies! Me and Warda seriously were clueless (still are) about Local Bands. Shame on us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;We rocked a bit with Hujan. Bunkface was next. Lol, this is funny. Hujan suddenly sang the Bunkface's 'Situasi' song, for a joke as they saw Bunkface getting ready for the next show. I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they sang more than they should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Before Hujan ended, we went to Loud &amp;amp; Clear stage for Bunkface. Seriously Hujan, stop singing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WE WANT BUNKFACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And finally, Bunkface performed. Awesome! It was like throwing all your regrets and burdens away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Of course there were some 'Kampungans' people starting to dance whilst pushing other people away. What was that called again? I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But for flitters of seconds, the guy in front of us looked behind and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HELLO JERICHO ROSALES!&lt;/span&gt; Okay, its not the guy but he certainly does looked like him. Obviously, after Bunkface finished, we were in our angau motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I seriously needed to go to the toilet then. I learned how to use that outdoor kind of toilet. Lol! You just use your feet for water. (LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We went for Sun Stage, Meet Uncle Hussein were performing. But they were about to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We went back to Loud &amp;amp; Clear, Estrella ws performing. She was too cute!!! Her songs were so 'lalok'ing... Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After that were some bands that we didn't know and musics that doesn't really interest us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So we bought lunch, KFC (trust me it was the cheapest there) and ate in fron't of the Sky stage while waiting for Estranged. Cosmic Kitchen was performing at Sun Stage. The song were okay but quite sleepy-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We saw this mat salleh guy hitting on a mat salleh girl. Warda wanted to laugh when the guy kissed the girl's hand when they part off. I thought it was dope sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estranged came off. Wow! Amazing. And 'Bulu Kaki!' Kah kah! My favourite was 'Itu Kamu!' Azwin Andy is officially the hottest drummer I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There are also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Jabawockeez"&lt;/span&gt; there. Lol! (I'm not serious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Before the last song ran out we ran to the Sun Stage, Nidji was almost on. OMG! This one tottaly nails up Warda's broken heart! Giring doakan Warda dpt jodoh dua! Haha! (How can a girl dpt 2 jodoh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nidji was bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A problem came. Dari org sampai masih x nampak budak kecik Fitri! Akhirnya jumpe gak die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hang out for some time with two of his friends. We don't care if you got pictures with Bunkface and Estrella! (Or do we?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Parted ways, we went for N.E.R.D. (You say it with the alphabets not nerd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pharell Williams, tottaly to die for!!! And we see this one Mat Salleh guy very enthusiastic with N.E.R.D. They pumped us out the most. We were jumping like hell!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And off we go home. With me dreaming of Mr Jericho Rosales. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Warda... &lt;/span&gt;I'm glad u broke up with him, kalau x, I x dpt enjoy Sunburst dgn you. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;My Best Friend!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(I killed Yad, somehow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-6417511609946484987?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6417511609946484987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=6417511609946484987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6417511609946484987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/6417511609946484987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunburst-kl-09.html' title='SUNBURST KL &apos;09'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-5805072284840574351</id><published>2009-03-18T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:26:23.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day day'/><title type='text'>Story on a Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was March 17th, a sunny day, damp but ain't hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am on my way out for movies in KLCC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Met Nizam and Mira at LRT. And I'm LATE. Lol! Perfect brother kept saying "Jap eh. Jap eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I left the fabulous Nasi Ayam at home, untouched. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Ni semua pasal ada abang tu cakap nak pergi pukul 12 gak!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Naik LRT. Mira.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;C.O.M.P.L.A.I.N.I.N.G. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I arrived, she colplained about how fat she looked in her outfit, which she doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Up in LRT, she complained how her shoes is too big and she felt like Cinderella all the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(You know, kasut terbukak semua tu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mira kept glancing at the mirror, oh how she said she ain't self-absorbed, well, little girl, people who pretty much hold their face on mirrors all the friggin time are self-absorbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; (I can hear Mira said, "I nak betulkan tudung je!" ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Turun LRT, "Lil, kasut ni asyik nak tercabut je!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, okay.... "Lil, lapar la pulak. Makan dulu la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Now my stomach is complaining. It craves food. So we went to McD. Ah food, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I ate burger. Nizam ate burger. Mira ate, fries? What, you said you were hungry before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Okay, whatever, her choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bought ticket for Race to Witch Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Syafik and his cousin, Amirul (tu yeah name die?) are on their way, ticket beli skali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bought pop corn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Called Syafik.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Bang, kat mane?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I said. Syafik got in shut.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Hek eleh! Relax la! X yah marah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I x marah. Mira marah. She kept going here and there,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Mane laki ni!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Gave the fon to Nizam. Bla bla bla guy talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Weh, asal kau pegi Pavvi. Kitorang kat KL la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The dude was in the LRT and went walking to Pavvi? (Okay, that is really funny!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was sorta laughing. Mira was walking there, and here, and there again, here, there, you get the point. She was unhappy. I laughed. "Mira, relax la. He might silap dengar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Tak kisah, eeei! Geram la laki ni!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, long story short, Mira meragam, and Syafik came, appologised 1000 times to Mira, and check on Race to Witch Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The movie was.... Fine...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay what am I saying it was not at all my type of movie so it was wrong in all way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nizam was charmed by the auntie next to him, blabbering to her phone really, really loudly. Lol! Sabar Nizam sabar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Movie ended, yes! Went out, met Syira... It was a hug fest in the middle of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; (Macam x jumpe 10 tahun kitorang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Syira is with Zoul and his friend Naim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We cared for another movie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sayang you can dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lol! But it was at 6.45. So we had to wait. From 4.30!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Syafik ate at BB. (Gile jauh kau pegi Syafik) We, others stayed put in KLCC's signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lol! This is the best part! Mira jadi bahan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every word she said was like a laughing fest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And trapezium came out of me and Syira's mouth for more than 900 times!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I couldn't remember now what she said, because I laughed too much lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Played with Nizam's phone. The game called solitare but it was way out of the solitare I used to play. Syira played with that ball game thing. (No pun intended. ;p) Anyway, she was riggid semangat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;6.45. AKHIRNYA. Enter movie. Then I realized. Its better if x yah masuk pun. The movie sucks (sori ah Syira) badly. I hate the parts of Dafi. BUT, I love Samuel Rizal... Handsome! And his vespa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Now here's my problem on the movie, what made Remmie die? Die sakit ape wey!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And ade ke org kene blasah 3 kali berturut dalam satu movie. Sekali cukup ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Whats up with "Mak Remmie org Indonesia, Bapak die sarawak. Sbb tu slang die cam lain sket." And suddenly, "Ibu saya sudah meninggal sewaktu saya berumur 2 tahun." SOOOO, why the slang?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Plus, they showed this really cheesy motion in the movies. OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I slept through most of it. I knew the ending already, he died. The end. Pssshhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Movie habis,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ALHAMDULILLAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Balik naek LRT. Mira cakap sakit perut. OMG! I told you to eat but you won't listen!!! Okay, relax.. the LRT bengong sket. It went up to Wangsa Maju and everything was fine. But in Wangsa Maju, the door wont go open. WTF! And we went through sampai terminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lol! This is the best part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We thought the LRT would patah balik but the management guy asked us to leave the train. Okay. We did. AND, Mira was swallowed by the train! The train's door got closed! She was literally crying already! Naim got stuck with her too, Btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The management guy opened the door, and Mira ran to me and Syira for a hug. She was pretty darned scared! Sakit perut dah hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We reversed back to Wangsa Maju. Lol! Sampai gak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Balik ngan bapak Mira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And thank goodness, home felt so good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But sadly the nasi ayam is gone already! But papa bought me Nasi Goreng Ikan Masin. Boleh la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And thats my day. It was fun and drowsy and seriously, its good to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Lol! and MIRA, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SYIRA pun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-5805072284840574351?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5805072284840574351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=5805072284840574351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5805072284840574351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5805072284840574351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-on-tuesday.html' title='Story on a Tuesday'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-5206733216283663240</id><published>2009-03-02T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:06:46.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>Do I need to say more? Yes.... OSCAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/2009/appearances/feb22oscarsred2/normal_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/2009/appearances/feb22oscarsred2/normal_017.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/2009/appearances/feb22oscarsred/normal_002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.robertpattinsononline.com/gallery/albums/uploads/2009/appearances/feb22oscarsred/normal_002.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you have a guy like this, who needs a guy like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Johnathan&lt;/span&gt;??? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;He wore the frigging &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BOW TIE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ADORABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-5206733216283663240?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5206733216283663240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=5206733216283663240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5206733216283663240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5206733216283663240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-need-to-say-more-yes-oscar.html' title='Do I need to say more? Yes.... OSCAR'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-3375978251826964997</id><published>2009-02-22T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:19:23.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of things I should not do</title><content type='html'>1- Eat too much unhealthy stuffs&lt;br /&gt;2- Tell lies&lt;br /&gt;3- Jeopardizing my parent's trust&lt;br /&gt;4- Keeping distance towards my dear friends&lt;br /&gt;5- Watching a movie with my boyfriend, a big NO&lt;br /&gt;6- Trusting a guy who I've met for a few days&lt;br /&gt;7- Getting a love bite from a guy who is not my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-3375978251826964997?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3375978251826964997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=3375978251826964997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3375978251826964997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3375978251826964997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/list-of-things-i-should-not-do.html' title='List of things I should not do'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-7718029365785443325</id><published>2009-02-20T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:19:27.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mira'/><title type='text'>A serious hell of Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, long story short, here's what Mira said for us to foreign in laughing hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Korg korg, korg tau tak, smlm kita gi jumpe doctor, pastu doctor tu cm nk bunuh kita dah. Dia&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JOLOK&lt;/span&gt; kita guna BATANG.. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She was not finished but that was not the point. The point is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JOLOK!&lt;/span&gt; Kah kah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was a tearful laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-7718029365785443325?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7718029365785443325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=7718029365785443325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7718029365785443325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7718029365785443325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/serious-hell-of-laughter.html' title='A serious hell of Laughter'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-3716763536133418987</id><published>2009-02-17T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:22:31.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay... his name might not be Johnathan</title><content type='html'>Mai, name die bukan Johnathan kut...&lt;br /&gt;Sbb I tanye budak form 4, she x kenal Johnathan si hensem pengawas....&lt;br /&gt;Wah wah! Whats your name Little Azwin Andy?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't want you. Just your face.&lt;br /&gt;So if I am that brave I'll sneak a chance to take your picture and tadaa! I don't need to look for you anymore. Just your face on the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! I'm a psycho I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Eh betul la name die Johnathan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-3716763536133418987?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3716763536133418987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=3716763536133418987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3716763536133418987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3716763536133418987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-his-name-might-not-be-johnathan.html' title='Okay... his name might not be Johnathan'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-8665246375891521832</id><published>2009-02-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:00:36.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Kings of Leon</title><content type='html'>Seriously, AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKe8HTPTlFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKe8HTPTlFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt; is a rock band from Nashville, Tennessee, USA. They are made of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;three brothers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Caleb&lt;/span&gt; (lead singer/rhythm guitar), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nathan&lt;/span&gt; (drums/back up vocals) and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt; (bass/back up vocals/synthesizer) with their first cousin &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; (lead guitar/back up vocals). Their band name was derived from the three &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Followill's father and grandfather&lt;/span&gt;, both named &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Leon&lt;/span&gt;. Some how they are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;more popular in Europe than in USA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Maybe because USA residents only hear Pop music&lt;/span&gt;. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;But Pop is good. Anybody heard &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;NSync&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-8665246375891521832?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8665246375891521832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=8665246375891521832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8665246375891521832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8665246375891521832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/kings-of-leon.html' title='Kings of Leon'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-2660220844231240079</id><published>2009-02-14T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:38:59.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One day after the other'/><title type='text'>My kaki sakit... Benjamin Button!!! T-T</title><content type='html'>Okat I'll say it short...&lt;br /&gt;Smalam nak tgk Benjamin Button but it was full, EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;Klcc, Pavvi, Timesquare.. FULL&lt;br /&gt;Me n syira, in a car where I just knew Om Rachmat drives like a crazy guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me n Syira in KLCC, walk walk to Pavvi, then walk walk to Timesquare.&lt;br /&gt;People? Oh My God I never knew they were THAT many people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then me n Syira, walk walk back to Pavvi, then walk walk back to KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;Found Zoul. The guy is nervous as a chipmunk in a cage. Pulled his shirt couple of times (sbb die bagi response).&lt;br /&gt;Syira is the other one. "So?" Thats the only thing you know how to say? "So?" Now I know knape Acap demam dulu. Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;Balik naik LRT. Sumpah mesin paling bodoh dlm dunia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Abang ambik. And I just found out, he too, like me, don't believe such thing as Valentine. Siblings effect?&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah penat gila. Tidur.&lt;br /&gt;And while I was sleeping, there ought to be a lot of condoms bersepah in KL and 7 eleven nye stock mesti habis punya.&lt;br /&gt;All for the pink and lovely Valentines Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-2660220844231240079?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2660220844231240079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=2660220844231240079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2660220844231240079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2660220844231240079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-kaki-sakit-benjamin-button-t-t.html' title='My kaki sakit... Benjamin Button!!! T-T'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-2961647165733922203</id><published>2009-02-11T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:02:01.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>How Cute French Could Be???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fg1dk-j6P8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fg1dk-j6P8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand a word.. But I felt cute hearing this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-2961647165733922203?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2961647165733922203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=2961647165733922203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2961647165733922203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2961647165733922203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-cute-french-could-be.html' title='How Cute French Could Be???'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-7681329055876740323</id><published>2009-02-10T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:09:20.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellen Degeneres + John Mayer = EPIC!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWcC4nn81Xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWcC4nn81Xo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-7681329055876740323?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7681329055876740323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=7681329055876740323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7681329055876740323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7681329055876740323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/ellen-degeneres-john-mayer-epic.html' title='Ellen Degeneres + John Mayer = EPIC!!!'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4198504483383828334</id><published>2009-02-10T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:16:14.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit Hati!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebab dia handsome sgt!!! Lol! And I would also love to mention, he's VERY TALENTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUJCwAibxWo/SSTXNdoBk3I/AAAAAAAAALM/m5Ux0mNX2Bo/s400/brandon+flowers+GQ+tux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUJCwAibxWo/SSTXNdoBk3I/AAAAAAAAALM/m5Ux0mNX2Bo/s400/brandon+flowers+GQ+tux.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brandon Flowers!!! &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4198504483383828334?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4198504483383828334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4198504483383828334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4198504483383828334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4198504483383828334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/sakit-hati.html' title='Sakit Hati!!!!'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUJCwAibxWo/SSTXNdoBk3I/AAAAAAAAALM/m5Ux0mNX2Bo/s72-c/brandon+flowers+GQ+tux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-2707159850715613362</id><published>2009-02-09T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:16:22.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I love Rob Pattinson - He's classy</title><content type='html'>It was the after party for the BAFTA's award. And it is supposedly a black tie ceremony, in other words, FORMAL. He could somehow came in extremely late with shaggy jacket and a Nike sneakers!!! Lol! It stirs the moment for awhile, but the fact that not even the tabloids said anything about this made me feel extremely sure, he lashes his eyes AGAIN and people forgave him. LOL! He might have that unruled hair (who Audi said, without it, he loses his Rockstar status, for her) but his speeches are very classy. Compared to some new actors who said they wanted to be like some big actor, he said, "I want to have his career achievement, I don't want to be him!" See the difference? You are not what you wear. (This could say the same thing for Megan Fox; she's so sexy that every guy should lose their eyes but she's basically a mother towards her boyfriend's son!) This also tells me classy does not mean 'I have to wear this dress and that suit. I have to act all snob. I have to take down people'. That is way below down for a class act. (&lt;-- Mira, I'm giving this to your cousin's family ;p) Only smart people resembles those high class act. Robert Pattinson choke in jokes but still maintains his classy style. (Maybe because he is British.. Lol! I dunno!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SZFFtoYeoJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8lemXUN6Rng/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-ld-279-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SZFFtoYeoJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8lemXUN6Rng/s320/robert-pattinson-ld-279-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301094886628302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is what he wear to the black tie party. Lol! So sad we couldn't see the Nike shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-2707159850715613362?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2707159850715613362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=2707159850715613362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2707159850715613362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2707159850715613362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-why-i-love-rob-pattinson-hes.html' title='This is why I love Rob Pattinson - He&apos;s classy'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SZFFtoYeoJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8lemXUN6Rng/s72-c/robert-pattinson-ld-279-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-2171812116754309753</id><published>2009-02-06T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:48:45.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirrty'/><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home1.gte.net/ladyisis/HandsOfLight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 138px;" src="http://home1.gte.net/ladyisis/HandsOfLight.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun! We talked about hands! Yesterday was about grabbing but that was yesterday so babai yesterday, don't wanna talk about you. ANYWAY, hands. If guys *ehem* matters to us in size, than our hands matters to them in size. Why? Wait until you get married (or for those of you yg dah menggaru dinding, when you have been with a guy, literally) you'll see why guys don't really like girls hands to be small. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kah kah! Mai paling pandai! Paham paling cepat! X payah explanation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-2171812116754309753?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2171812116754309753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=2171812116754309753&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2171812116754309753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/2171812116754309753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1818013619639788417</id><published>2009-01-28T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:36:39.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Mira &amp; Syira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEeM5RdOtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f3bDJ_yi22o/s1600-h/CIMG4369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEeM5RdOtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f3bDJ_yi22o/s200/CIMG4369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296547843645717202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am GRATEFUL again for having this lovely day in KLCC. Ended up tired though. Watched Bedtime Stories, awesome by the way! But couldn't get Benjamin Button's posters out of my mind. I REALLY REALLY wanted to see it!!! Anyway, I'm not sure how I ended up taking a picture like that o the left. Lol! Anyway, I confessed something I did bad in the past to Mira (Lol! Its a laughing perspect now and I am not 100% guilty!) Mira got her 'boyfriend' a gift, it is his birthday. Me and Syira got several great minutes with the 'boyfriend's SLR. Lol! And I won't say anything about my friends... Mira and Syira... Because a picture could led a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEgEtcb_II/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZhSyrx5JU9U/s1600-h/CIMG4373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEgEtcb_II/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZhSyrx5JU9U/s320/CIMG4373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296549902054849666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEgEaYskeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/98nCmUnFnEo/s1600-h/CIMG4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEgEaYskeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/98nCmUnFnEo/s320/CIMG4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296549896938885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because I malas to give up long words just to say I had a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1818013619639788417?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1818013619639788417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1818013619639788417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1818013619639788417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1818013619639788417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/mira-syira.html' title='Mira &amp; Syira'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEeM5RdOtI/AAAAAAAAAHI/f3bDJ_yi22o/s72-c/CIMG4369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-9122467885029953595</id><published>2009-01-28T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:04:17.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Nazurah and BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEVB9w11mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vSW0WSpE2b0/s1600-h/naz%27s+party+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEVB9w11mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vSW0WSpE2b0/s200/naz%27s+party+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296537760267884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my friends in Nazurah's house. I was called by my friend, Syira and reminded me that Naz was making a BBQ in her house (which I totally had forgotten). I was vacuuming the house when she called so I really have no choice but to come a bit later. Though it was good. I arrived to Naz's and quickly confront the food. I was THAT hungry. Of course, there must be music and frankly, Naz has this pleasure for NEGARAKU (Malaysia's National Song). It was like, "Stand up straight, its Negaraku!" Lol! Of course like all vain people do, Naz has a camera and there we go, VAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEVr0QpaeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZXF693JkTGE/s1600-h/naz%27s+party+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEVr0QpaeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZXF693JkTGE/s200/naz%27s+party+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296538479271438818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its like Mirrors and Cameras. Cameras and Mirrors. Its SYIRA. What do you expect. She basically made the camera her property that day. Took lots of pictures, here and there, there and here. If you asked why my hair is BIG, I made it like that. As it looks painfully 'leper' before. There's a guitar and piano. Afifa and this one girl (sorry I don't know your name!) rocked it all out! They're like GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEXl2848GI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w3nSEufqND0/s1600-h/naz%27s+party+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEXl2848GI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w3nSEufqND0/s200/naz%27s+party+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296540575937917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEYPiPYCXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0SEQXDR_osA/s1600-h/naz%27s+party+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEYPiPYCXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0SEQXDR_osA/s200/naz%27s+party+2009+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541291932813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's these boys, Nabil and Hariz, who never seem to stop taking pictures and making fairy tales out of it. Lol! I have been pampered with exclusive stories from Nabil and very VERY interesting pictures from Hariz. They are like, the pictured storyteller. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEaJglXgUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XONwUr5g5zU/s1600-h/naz%27s+party+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEaJglXgUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XONwUr5g5zU/s200/naz%27s+party+2009+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296543387432223042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg! I forgot! Nazurah blows her birthday candles! Even she's 17, SHE BLOWS HER CANDLES. lol! Anyway, I now remember that all of us there were reaching 17. Sigh, we're OLD HAGS! But it was a great day.  And last for not least, me, HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEb6IL20lI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ElwRlJpJk0o/s1600-h/naz%27s+party+2009+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEb6IL20lI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ElwRlJpJk0o/s200/naz%27s+party+2009+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296545322207990354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Naz can play the guitar. She CAN play the guitar. Afifa is AWESOME in guitar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-9122467885029953595?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9122467885029953595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=9122467885029953595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/9122467885029953595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/9122467885029953595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-nazurah-and-bbq.html' title='Its Nazurah and BBQ'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SYEVB9w11mI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vSW0WSpE2b0/s72-c/naz%27s+party+2009+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4745055912542421997</id><published>2009-01-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:30:33.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Tree</title><content type='html'>Yeah, in front of my house. The tree is broken, shed into pieces. Lol! It was just a meter high tree, my mum's. And since I don't have anything to write about plus I'm f**king bored I might just as well write about the poor broken tree. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Swingy (Just woke up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4745055912542421997?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4745055912542421997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4745055912542421997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4745055912542421997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4745055912542421997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-tree.html' title='Broken Tree'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1905902105672973265</id><published>2009-01-12T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:30:55.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't act like my age...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, who does? You are either too old or too young in your age. Trust me maturity is not based on age itself and it indulges exclusively on how you were raised and your experiences in life plus how you see things in life. Mentally, two people can be similar but not the same. That is the power of Allah that disguise us in so many masks that even we could not count the definition of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : Deep (not really, just really need to write something)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1905902105672973265?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1905902105672973265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1905902105672973265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1905902105672973265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1905902105672973265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-dont-act-like-my-age.html' title='Why I don&apos;t act like my age...'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-9180858681403841622</id><published>2009-01-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:48:06.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Copon is out (SOB T-T) But Sharkboy is in (Wah, many more pointing from us!) And Tabloids with Vanessa, Caspian wants to be a Vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sitemaker.umich.edu/psy457_tizzle/files/michael_copon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://sitemaker.umich.edu/psy457_tizzle/files/michael_copon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh. I really wanted this guy, Michael Copon (How the hell you say that name???) to play Jacob. Not just because I think he's hot but because HE IS HOT! Lol, still remember back in my days in form 2 where I told Natalia literally everyday how I loved the guy who played Felix from One Tree Hill. I don't care if he's a douche but fair enough that New Moon's Jacob is a douche. Win win situation. When I knew the fact that he auditioned, I was flipping. I go "Are you kidding me! I love this dude in One Tree Hill!" On the side note, I hate Chad Michael Murray, he's the hypocrite of the route. Back to topic, No, they did not cast him as Jacob Black. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kewlmag.com/img/content_images/kewl_mag_taylor_lautner_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.kewlmag.com/img/content_images/kewl_mag_taylor_lautner_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They took Taylor Lautner in as Jacob. Yeah. Thats Taylor. Sharkboy. Lol! This is the crazy story where me, my sis (Audi) and abang actually sat in front of the tv sticking our attention on the same movie; Sharkboy and Lavagirl. We knew it was quite a stupid little kid's story (whatever, I like it!) but we couldn't stop sticking our nose watching from beginning to end. He ended up being the Sharkboy and everytime he was on screen, at least one of us would say "Sharkboy! Sharkboy!" I didn't know his name was Taylor Lautner before Twilight, but as I do know his name now, I still couldn't refer him anyone else but Sharkboy. He's me, my brother and sis's forever will be Sharkboy. Now that he's Jacob he'll pretty much draw more attention and be more on tv, so there will be pointing from us, where we'll say (pretty much yell at some point) "Sharkboy! Sharkboy!" Lol! I loved that movie! Apparently he was on E!News just now and my brother was the one who pointed out, "Sharkboy". People might later recognize him as the one played Jacob Black but we will always project him as Sharkboy. Well, of course, I mean obviously whoever plays Jacob would never stop me from entering the cinema to watch Robert Pattinson playing Edward, I mean how obvious that is! Fan girls bull shits when they say they won't watch it because someone else should have been Jacob. Not even the rumored Vanessa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://snagwiremedia.com/wickedyouth/2008/04/30/vanessa-hudgens-thumb-250x333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 333px;" src="http://snagwiremedia.com/wickedyouth/2008/04/30/vanessa-hudgens-thumb-250x333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hudgens to be on sequel could let me out of the series with Rob in it. Hell no. Though it would hurt tiny bit to see her waving her smile everytime she went on screen. Girl, act, don't just sit on spot! But if she do make it to the sequel, I could already read the headlines of the tabloids around the globe. "Hudgens ditched Efron for Pattinson?" "Pattinson VS Efron; Who will win Hudgens' heart?" "Hudgens and Pattinson cozy on set; Where is Zac Efron?" Oh how wonderful! (Note to sarcasm) Obviously I hated that to happen so Nessa, might as well stay away from the series. Oh and Ben Barnes aka Mr Prin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/09/23/previews/Ben%20Barnes-CSH-028981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 425px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/09/23/previews/Ben%20Barnes-CSH-028981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce Caspian was rumored (I'm pretty sure though) to be casted as Aro, one of the Volturri. Ok, so now question a bit, why does he put on franchise roles of the sequel of movies??? I mean Narnia 2 and now Twilight 2? Excuse me Mr Barnes but don't you have any other roles to consider. Like, I dunno, a guy who doesn't suddenly come in sequels??? He's alright, not hot but definitely not fugly. Again, whoever was casted doesn't really affect the fact that I will be in line buyng the ticket to watch New Moon. Obviously, Rob commitment. (Lol! Dunno why) But a teensy winsy bit of me said, "Aro, Aro, isn't he suppose to be ancient?" By ancient I mean a lot older and somehow, mature in high level of density.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-9180858681403841622?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9180858681403841622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=9180858681403841622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/9180858681403841622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/9180858681403841622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/copon-is-out-sob-t-t-but-sharkboy-is-in.html' title='Copon is out (SOB T-T) But Sharkboy is in (Wah, many more pointing from us!) And Tabloids with Vanessa, Caspian wants to be a Vampire'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-7267651185610295775</id><published>2009-01-07T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:23:53.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is not Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://consumptionaddict.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 312px;" src="http://consumptionaddict.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/hell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality out there is hell. If you could not handle school than slit your throat and die because school is the little dimple of all the problems in life. We students think we knew everything but sadly we don't. We spite a quick thinking process and act like a child, which we still are. Trying sex, drugs and alcohol to be known as rebels or acting more mature, what is the hiatus of maturity is there? Acting like some kind of an adult with no responsibilities, heck who is your mother? You wanna grow up so fast that studying is a hardship you should never take, hell, why do you wanna be such an old hag so much?! I tell you where is hell. Its everywhere when you decide the wrong thing is whats best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-7267651185610295775?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7267651185610295775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=7267651185610295775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7267651185610295775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7267651185610295775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-is-not-hell.html' title='School is not Hell'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-4632732022020442532</id><published>2009-01-03T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:11:32.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Motorhomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1_U8ep_n8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t1_U8ep_n8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into The Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the night we're alright&lt;br /&gt;Into the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone carry on&lt;br /&gt;Pull out the nails from your bones&lt;br /&gt;Keep on keeping on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Promise you will be there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't chase the beat of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Promise you will be there&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain put there by your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Goes deep into your bones&lt;br /&gt;That carry your body&lt;br /&gt;This pain put there by your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Goes deep into your bones&lt;br /&gt;That carry your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the night it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Into the pale morning light&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;And nothing will go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished! Love Motorhomes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-4632732022020442532?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4632732022020442532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=4632732022020442532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4632732022020442532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/4632732022020442532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/motorhomes.html' title='The Motorhomes'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-177649496948215521</id><published>2008-12-31T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:11:37.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPM/CM102%7EEat-Shit-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/HPM/CM102%7EEat-Shit-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you celebrating? I'm not. Because even the year is new all we can have is only 'azam' to be better. Jadi ke? We talk every year to be new, to be fresh, bla bla bla, but nothing re-connect. So my fellow people, stop talking and do some more deeds. Talk is shit! Get your fucking ass up and do some deeds. I'm flaming my ass for you guys to do some good fucking deeds! Or just eat your own shit so you could talk more shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is me on my good mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-177649496948215521?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/177649496948215521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=177649496948215521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/177649496948215521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/177649496948215521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-7890322648413911210</id><published>2008-12-24T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:55:46.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Pattinson's new Hair,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SVIfJthPgZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sB5ZAVUKAog/s1600-h/robert-pattinson-hair-12228-5.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SVIfJthPgZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sB5ZAVUKAog/s320/robert-pattinson-hair-12228-5.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283319564557320594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love! I mean tousled greasy hair or military cut like &lt;--that! He's too gorgeous! My sister said I'm obsessed but I told her, I'm not in love with him. Just loved him. There's a big difference there. Anyway when I read first that he cut his do, I had a shock of nightmare, I mean I literally almost weep (I guess I am kinda obsessed). Though after seeing his new new do, I went melted ice! I mean look at him! We could ACTUALLY see his face now! He's adorable! And now we know, Robert Pattinson is hot not because of his hair. He's hot because he's just so damned goodness Hot! I love love him! Its also surprising this good looking guy could actually act! I mean no offense to Zac Efron and his fans but he could go no where by doing the same basic musical stuff every time! Back to topic, Robert Pattinson's new movie (yikes! thats not back to the topic! ok, back to the person we're talking about!) Parts Per Billion shout out awesomeness! He'll be playing opposing Dennis Hopper, Olivia Thirlby and Rosario Dawson (OMG). He'll be playing Erik Miller, a musician. Sounds hot. Some say he chop his mop because of the role. Aha! The movie is set to film o January. For now, he's back in London, celebrating Christmas with his dear family. Aww. Say hye to your dog Patty! Oh to all you people out there, MERRY CHRISTMAS! I got my present early. That up there is the greatest gift of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed. I know. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-7890322648413911210?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7890322648413911210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=7890322648413911210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7890322648413911210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/7890322648413911210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-love-i-mean-tousled-greasy-hair.html' title='Rob Pattinson&apos;s new Hair,'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/SVIfJthPgZI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sB5ZAVUKAog/s72-c/robert-pattinson-hair-12228-5.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1201077168630253072</id><published>2008-12-22T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:06:07.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Clause, what is it about him that made him the father of Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Well, I don't really celebrate Christmas but I do have some theories on why Mr Clause is the father of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;1- You never see strangers give you free things, so if Santa is the father of Christmas he could be somewhat related to you.&lt;br /&gt;2- No one looked good with the beer belly and the beard. Santa definitely pulls that on trendy.&lt;br /&gt;3- He has Rudolf the Deer.&lt;br /&gt;4- Elf are cranky so getting them to work for you must mean you are someone really successful.&lt;br /&gt;5- The fact that he called HO, HO, HO was a quoted as one the most famous quote of all time.&lt;br /&gt;I know, this does not prick a shit out of Christmas or Santa but I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you ever notice girls that Santa calles you a Ho 3 times every year during Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1201077168630253072?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1201077168630253072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1201077168630253072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1201077168630253072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1201077168630253072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-clause-what-is-it-about-him-that.html' title='Santa Clause, what is it about him that made him the father of Christmas?'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-19549462603593307</id><published>2008-12-20T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:00:16.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Marling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNxar07_9YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNxar07_9YA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LAURA! Her songs are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-19549462603593307?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/19549462603593307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=19549462603593307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/19549462603593307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/19549462603593307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/laura-marling.html' title='Laura Marling'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-8081411324908511857</id><published>2008-11-01T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:05:21.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Sculpted Future - Based on Shakespears Romeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>Reilly Meade&lt;br /&gt;I blink an eye or two, seeing the flashing light before me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; I blink again, waving my hands over my eyes. And I see him, my brother, Max.&lt;br /&gt;      "What are you doing?" I sat up, looking at Max Meade, my only brother who is 5 years younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;      "I'm trying to protect you from Lestat," Max answered, his serious face was hilarious to me. Maybe its because he always smile and seldom think. He acts as a child even fifteen he is.&lt;br /&gt;      "Lestat?" oh. Lestat. The character from Anne Rice's book. I should never let him watch the adaptation movie. Tom Cruise nailed it so much that even Max believed the existance of a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;      "Lestat is just a fictional character," I was not sure where I was going. I should knew better Max would not bulge in from truth other than his own.&lt;br /&gt;      "Lestat is real. I saw him yesterday trying feed off your blood. In case you don't know, vampires drink blood and never leave a drop to waste. And with your blood, I am not sure he'll square a second not to drink," I am impressed. Max has always down his mind on words, but sometimes he speaks as he was an adult, as he was not diagnosed with Down Syndromme. I somehow recognize Max as the adult between us two.&lt;br /&gt;      "Well, Lestat likes girls which I am not and I don't know if my blood is sweet enough for Lestat's taste," obviously. Max quirked his head up and his childish self summoned back.&lt;br /&gt;      "Your blood is sweet! Thats because Reilly is a nice person! And Lestat is a very bad person! He'll kill whoever that is nice!" I chuckled a laugh. Maybe I am a nice person to Max, but I am no nice person outside our sculpted world. People thought I was a disgrace, people see me as the Bad Meade. I was even expelled from school when I was 15. Ben did everything he could to get me on high school, which I highly scored my A-Levels and surprised everyone, I love their faces of shock. But I dropped out of college after a year, working my butt off to help Ben in his business. That made people thought, "Reilly Meade is a disgrace. He went off from MIT!"&lt;br /&gt;      I don't really care what people think of me. I left MIT because it was too far from London. Too far from Max. Max needed me and Ben too needed me. I knew my future were sculpted for them and no one else. Not even a girl, extended no relationships less than my family. I am in charge of my life, and I know what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;      There was a knock on the door and Max was guarded. It was 3 a.m. I would also be guarded, but I knew the knock. "Come in."&lt;br /&gt;      Ben entered and I could see Max sighing in relief.&lt;br /&gt;      "What are you still doing up this late?" Ben asked.&lt;br /&gt;      "I could ask you the same question," I smiled. Ben was my uncle, and I was thrilled that he gave me a place in his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;      "Well, your father called," with those words I could feel myself pulling a wall up, cementing that I don't want to hear the rest. Ben held his left hand, which I could see the cordless phone passed for me. "He wants to talk to you."&lt;br /&gt;      "Well, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;      "Just hear what he has to say. It might be good for you," I snickered, what would anything that Mr. Meade say could be good for me? "And also for Max." I was startled. Since when does he care about Max.&lt;br /&gt;      I was about to take the phone and Max took it before me.&lt;br /&gt;      "Hi dad!" Max jumped off. Max had no idea how his father was embarrassed of his condition, how he just decided to leave his younger son anywhere but near him. "Oh, Reilly's here." I could feel Max's dissapointment when he gave me the phone.&lt;br /&gt;      "You could at least say a word or two to him."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, I needed to speak to you and it is urgent."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"What makes you think I would be interested?" I could feel anger rising.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Son, MIT is ready to take you back. And I know you would rather not to be away from Max," &lt;/span&gt;obviously, idiot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So I spoke with NYU, about how you are associated with MIT and they are willing to reserve a place for you."&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;"Whats the difference? I still had to leave London," I was in no position to leave.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, there is a society for people like Max in New York and I am sure they could cure him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Cure him? Cure people like Max?" I was angered at how he treated Max. Like Max was a stranger. "Well, I suppose this discussion is over." I hung up, just like I usually do. I could feel Ben patting my back.&lt;br /&gt;      "Reilly, I think it is best for you to continue in your studies," I was startled. Ben was on my father's side.&lt;br /&gt;      "What did he pay you or something?!" I dodge his hand, leaving the room.&lt;br /&gt;      "He did," I stopped my track. Slowly I looked in my uncle's eyes. "He said I could have a spot in his company if I get you to New York. And I don't see why you need not to continue your studies." I was disbelieved. My uncle receive a ransom for a spot in a company. "Its a win-win situation if you asked me, and you know I want what is best for you."&lt;br /&gt;      I could feel myself exploding. Suddenly, Max took my hand and looked up to me. Like he knew what I was speaking to our father, he said, "Lets go to New York!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Cayne&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed myself onto my bed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suitors and more suitors! When will it stops! &lt;/span&gt;I scream in my head. Mom never really stop finding me suitor. Like all she knows was me being married. I am just 22 for goodness sake! I am just a child! And its the 21st century, who had suitors?!&lt;br /&gt;      "Jo," mom called. Her voice was super annoying that I cring everytime I heard them.&lt;br /&gt;      "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;      "Come with me to the Harriet's party! Their son Paul is severely charming!" suitors, again.&lt;br /&gt;      "I'm not feeling well, so..."&lt;br /&gt;      "Get ready by 6, I don't want to be late," I sighed. Thats mother. She never really cared what I say, just what people say. I must do this and that. We are not a royalty, just that my father who had some money. But that doesn't mean I have to live like a a princess, literally.&lt;br /&gt;      "Josephina, oh Jo!" I smiled. Nancy, my favorite friend of all came! She always does in my rescue!&lt;br /&gt;      "Come is Nance!" and so she does. She jumped on my be beside me and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;      "Suitors? Again? Girl, how many people does she let you see this week?" of course, I lost my count.&lt;br /&gt;      "I remember being so greased by Wayne Portman, and who would have thought Dudley Yellnut was a nut after all!" the rest was forgotten, I have no interest in my suitors.&lt;br /&gt;      "Eww, I remember Portman! Gross!" Nancy was the best, she knew how I see suitors perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;      "And tonight I have to meet this guy named Paul Harriet or something," Nancy pulled my arm, as if she was startled.&lt;br /&gt;      "You mean the famous Paul Harriet?! He went to Harvard and...." I snapped my eyes on her. "Oh, and he's a suitor."&lt;br /&gt;      "Get me out of this mess! Mom is completely carzy over this marriadge stuff. I swear, when I said I'll marry someone when I am 30, she nearly killed me," I pushed my face on my pillow. "Sometimes I want to find my own prince and I really don't care if he's a rich guy or anything."&lt;br /&gt;      "Well, you have to thank Nancy for this!" Nancy pulled a what seems like two concert tickets. "The Killers are playing tonight so get dressed now and when you are done, I'll kidnap you for myself!"&lt;br /&gt;      I was silence then spoke with the most grace, "Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;      With that, I sneaked out with Nancy, leaving the meeting with Paul Harriet. I was free, I was not dwelled by mom's rules. It felt as if I was floating. Since I could walk, mother told me what to wear, and as I grew up, mother told me what to eat, what to watch on tv, what to say, what to do when I am around people and now who to marry. I am obedient but I was not including to obey the last rule. I trust on true love and I know only I could manage that to work. But where do I find it? Does it says "I'm here" when I found it? Or you just kind off knew? I never had a boyfriend, sadly. Thats because everyone that wanted to date me has to go through mom first. And I ended up going to prom with my cousin Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;      Father did not seem to care who I dated, because he only cared for his business. But that doesn't mean he doesn't care for me. He always seemed to be there whenever I felt down. Its just that sometimes I really wanted to pull him from his work and bring him to the park or something. Just put him out of misery business.&lt;br /&gt;      "Jo! Brandon Flowers is hot!" Nancy screamed through the crowd's loud noise at me.&lt;br /&gt;      "He's married! You can't have him Nance!" I screamed to her, which she jerked her tounge.&lt;br /&gt;      "Hey, that guy looked like he's into you!" Nance pointed at a guy sitting by the shadows. Build up and handsome. I pushed Nancy's hand from pointing.&lt;br /&gt;      "No, he's probably looking at someone else!"&lt;br /&gt;      "Oh stop being so modest! You want to rebel! Go!" Nancy pushed me to the guy's direction. I shook my head and walked towards him. Well, not exactly to him but to the exit, which he followed. I could hear Nancy screaming, "Nice job Jo!"&lt;br /&gt;      I stepped out from the room, and I could find peace for my ears. I heard the door opens and of course, the guy was following.&lt;br /&gt;      "You know its uncomfortable having a guy looking at you, and now the guy seemed to be a stalker," I spoke the seductive way Nancy has thought me. Practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;      "Well, I suppose I should introduce myself," he held his hand. "Paul Harriet."&lt;br /&gt;      I stopped myself to think. He was the suitor for tonight that I stood up.&lt;br /&gt;      "Paul... Harriet?" I could feel myself making an idiotic face. "Aren't you supposed to be in..."&lt;br /&gt;      "A gathering at my place. But the girl I waited wasn't coming so I realized I needed somewhere to be rather surrounded by old people," He laughed. I have to say, he is quite a charm. "But then I saw that girl was here, and I believe its destiny."&lt;br /&gt;      I was coiling all the facts and a thought came. "Wait, you know what I looked like?"&lt;br /&gt;      "Of course. Your mother gave me a picture of you last week, and I thought you were beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;      For any usual girl, they may be melted by this guy, but I am no usual girl. "I'm sorry, I have to go." This guy was the same, they thought I was beautiful by a photo, not by me.&lt;br /&gt;      "Um, I'll see you soo then."&lt;br /&gt;      "Yes." Never going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;      I went for the exit off the building and squized myself for the cold city of New York. I am dissapointed more of my mom. Somehow now and then I felt like a bargain to be sold. But thats not who I am. My mom might deliver me, but she could never create me. I create myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a tiny exposure of the modern Romeo and Juliet, I am not taking the story into full blast for now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-8081411324908511857?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8081411324908511857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=8081411324908511857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8081411324908511857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/8081411324908511857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/sculpted-future-based-on-shakespears.html' title='Sculpted Future - Based on Shakespears Romeo and Juliet'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-5604714480010628182</id><published>2008-08-13T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:08:47.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>When I was young,&lt;br /&gt;I am in free mode,&lt;br /&gt;None to defy my shimmering summer,&lt;br /&gt;Or to reflect the imperfect version,&lt;br /&gt;I lived on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am growing,&lt;br /&gt;I started to be limited,&lt;br /&gt;I started seeing stains on the sun,&lt;br /&gt;I started to convey a broken mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I was faking my whole vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as a 25,&lt;br /&gt;Honestly not knowing I was repeating life,&lt;br /&gt;I mend my day for money, to repel thirst,&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer memorizing formulas,&lt;br /&gt;Just working through the bones of haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as a bride,&lt;br /&gt;There I saw some eager side of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I am emerging as his wife,&lt;br /&gt;Where we had a long night,&lt;br /&gt;Longer morning filled with surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up as a mother,&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely I never thought I would,&lt;br /&gt;I held my baby up high,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing with a rocking left right,&lt;br /&gt;Though carefully as she is the prize of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now that I grew older,&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my childhood,&lt;br /&gt;I tinted to my children, I was jealous,&lt;br /&gt;I need my past back,&lt;br /&gt;As future was inevitable for danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only 16, I could hardly make a sane choice,&lt;br /&gt;All is for lust and matter,&lt;br /&gt;Though if I read my future with a balanced past,&lt;br /&gt;I know what I will be, what I will do,&lt;br /&gt;To submerge the dangerous present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-5604714480010628182?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5604714480010628182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=5604714480010628182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5604714480010628182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5604714480010628182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/08/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-5622407173819116556</id><published>2008-05-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:27:08.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 10 favourite sentence</title><content type='html'>1- Do not manage your time on your schedule, manage your schedule on time!&lt;br /&gt;2- Money is not everything in the world, but everything in the world is money.&lt;br /&gt;3- Making babies is as easy as ABC, the hard time comes to when your baby makes a baby.&lt;br /&gt;4- Imperfections are in human, where human kept on going imperfecting the world that is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;5- Blood is thicker than water they say, no wonder there are so many war around.&lt;br /&gt;6- To Twilighters, say Edward's name without the drooling terms. Hard eh?&lt;br /&gt;7- In the older era, we had so many histories. Now, our brightest history should be us in deed.&lt;br /&gt;8- You will never stop working until your heart stopped working.&lt;br /&gt;9- You say magic does not exist? Well look at your parents, they are magic.&lt;br /&gt;10- I'm so sleepy... Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-5622407173819116556?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5622407173819116556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=5622407173819116556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5622407173819116556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/5622407173819116556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-10-favourite-sentence.html' title='My 10 favourite sentence'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-1826152476169737089</id><published>2008-03-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:43:06.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hotness'/><title type='text'>My Greek God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Hot Greek God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vYQ4kgFiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FDp5XLtqBBg/s1600-h/normal_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177969981167506978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vYQ4kgFiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FDp5XLtqBBg/s320/normal_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vYAIkgFhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EKZThukv66g/s1600-h/normal_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at him... Just look at him!!! Beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't he resemble the person you would want to see your whole life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't he looks even good looking after your eyes saw him, again and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His smooth skin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His lips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm dead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vXWYkgFgI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ti9KotyWyzQ/s1600-h/normal_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177968976145159682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vXWYkgFgI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ti9KotyWyzQ/s320/normal_0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eeekkk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes your soul out of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't stop smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even your soul was out of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just looking... Just looking!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went goo goo gaa gaa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vWRYkgFeI/AAAAAAAAACc/VPlXSgoLAI8/s1600-h/normal_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177967790734185954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vWRYkgFeI/AAAAAAAAACc/VPlXSgoLAI8/s320/normal_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;I think I found the REAL GREEK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;He's just.. oh my I'm speechless!!&lt;br /&gt;He could tore me apart by his dazzling eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind!&lt;br /&gt;He's just a Hot Greek God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, he's playing the amazing Edward Cullen in Twilight trilogy...&lt;br /&gt;And I know, he'll be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-1826152476169737089?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1826152476169737089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=1826152476169737089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1826152476169737089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/1826152476169737089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-greek-god.html' title='My Greek God'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9nNfmGoxUlk/R9vYQ4kgFiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FDp5XLtqBBg/s72-c/normal_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460722721869809378.post-3313010102115007572</id><published>2007-09-01T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:25:53.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Years Signifies Nothing Towards Merdeka - Minorities</title><content type='html'>I landed my foot on a race. It was a very fun race as you could see CEO's (old ones) racing just to race charity. But the people behind them had other fundamental race. A racism among race. Not Chinese, Indians and Malays but among workers from different offices. A woman, who I might call her rudeness un-Merdekaish was a pleasant one to see in an adult. True we might have to keep our children in patrotism but doesn't adults have to do the same, not just asking the younger ones to do it? Geez, that lady turns out to be the worst ungreatful lady to say something like 'You are a guy and you run like a wimp! How disgracefull!' Well lets see your fat ass running, can you? No Merdeka in an adult might turn our 50 years of Merdeka to a big waste. Just wonder what would come in another 50 years with another 10 peoples like her. I would love to say it outloud that Malaysia had victorized a 50 years of freedom outside, but does the inside in some minorities would go free somehow in another 50 years. (Lady, grow up!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460722721869809378-3313010102115007572?l=liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3313010102115007572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460722721869809378&amp;postID=3313010102115007572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3313010102115007572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460722721869809378/posts/default/3313010102115007572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanayasminsinaga.blogspot.com/2007/09/50-years-signifies-nothing-towards.html' title='50 Years Signifies Nothing Towards Merdeka - Minorities'/><author><name>Yasmin Sinaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460449692022857351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry99MBb6vV8/TzY7XXYb42I/AAAAAAAAALU/qh84BQNLpRc/s220/396972_10150485654893314_650368313_8922382_1708816162_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
