<?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-1370541644613350018</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:30:51.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardens of my Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-186024738540396668</id><published>2009-11-02T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:22:45.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, there are many many, really many times in a day when I think that there's something that I want to blog about or just the thought of updating my blog passes through my mind, but somehow or rather, at the end of the day, I just don't. And that's thanks to the busy days I've been having thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last week passed by pretty quickly. On Wednesday, we attended a security seminar which was about the NS training for the guys and how our nation's being well equipped with well-trained armed forces, high-technology weapons and enemy-tracking systems and also, something about the integrated network system between the land, sea and air forces. I thought that it was all actually, quite boring cuz it was mainly aimed at the guys, but then again, as I was thinking about it on the way home, I realised that hey! It was actually quite interesting. I mean, you see, I've learnt some stuff! What more, I got a free notebook plus a pen with a note-sticker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then, on Friday, Mr. Goh treated all of us pizza again. This time round, there was a new species, it has a different crust and all of it was just so...so...uhmm...just really too delicious! Mr. Goh topped it up with some chocolates and milk lollies. All in all, I think that my classmates and I are really fortunate to have such a PEM like him. THANKS Mr. Goh. :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a busy day that ended with my sis' friend's brother's wedding. It went all fine and enjoyable despite the heavy downpour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There're so many things in Life that I'm unsure of, but there are of course, a few things that I am very sure of, but things like planning for my future and stuff...although very imminent, I find myself neglecting it. I mean, all these while I've just been going with the flow and just trying at least, to lead a blissful way of Life. but, there have been times when I just simply neglected planning for my own future. To become an educated housewife, start my own business line was what I've always intended, but now, to think of it, will my family really be happy about it. I mean, that's definitely not what they'd expect me to do, although, of course, I know that they'll also definitely not object to it. One of my friends is so uptight on her decision to go overseas to pursue her studies even though she knows that she'll be facing some difficulties. And I really look up to her for this, I mean, how many of us here have actually really planned and did research for our Future (yaya, I mean only me). Hmmm, at least I know that I have her to look up to and to think, finally. (I wonder if she'll even be reading this, if she does, I'd want to thank her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I'm talking about my future...hmm..what should my next step in Life be. I don't want to just rely on my parents time and again. Even if I'd want to pursue my studies, I'll want to work 1st, you know, earn some money and if it's not enough, then I could borrow some from my parents. I mean, at least, I'll be DOING SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You know, there are times in Life, I'm sure almost all of us, have been made use of in one way or another. I know that for me, I've been made use of many times, but I thought it has all ended. but guess what, no, to my dismay, no. Of course, most of my friends, I know, are so true to me, liking me for just who I am. but, I still can't accept the fact that this one friend (don't even try to guess, cuz you're so not gonna get it right plus I'm even keeping this part as short and blunt as possible to protect an identity!)has made use of me. ugh...ya, now I'm over it, but then again, will I learn my lesson. I mean, I've been through it a few times and et, I get into the same old stupid, irritating whatever  again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Whew, that felt good. I've finally blog at least sth short abt it and it's really somewhat off my chest now. You know what, really thanks to that frined now that I have found a meaning to Life, to Accept things for what they are and to Accept those who love you more than to be with people whom you love more. Yup, it makes so much sense now. However, I shall not be despondent and I know that ALLAH is always by my side. :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess I've said quite enough now. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-186024738540396668?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/186024738540396668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=186024738540396668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/186024738540396668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/186024738540396668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-there-are-many-many-really.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-714784965623205725</id><published>2009-10-25T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:37:27.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A very, very big HELLO to all out there! Yes, I'm back, for good and sorry for the long period of negligence. Well, not really negligence actually, at least not for ALL that time. And hopefully, my blog doesn't retaliate in any way back cuz I really badly want this post to be published in one good piece. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To start off, the long period of MIA was because I had problems logging into my account everytime I tried and eventually got frustrated. So, finally when some time back I was trying my luck, ta-daa! I magically managed to log in. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok, just to update about my life, holidays passed by really quickly with the fasting month being an exhausting and busy month. As usual, I helped out at the mosque and shop. I think the main highlights would have been the meet-up with dearies darshi, kamesh as well as moorthy. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and once again, thank you so much guys for the presents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Also, the meet-up with my friends from school was unforgettable. Also, once again, thank you so much girls, for the gifts and the Birthday surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Birthday dinner that my family had arranged for me by the pool side at the Tandoori Walk restaurant was another event that lingers in my memory. I enjoyed it a lot too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I had been giving tuition to this Sec 1 boy who's actually smart and extremely rich. Thanks to his mom that I got to travel in a Mercedes-Benz for the 1st time in my Life! Yeah...it was kinda cool. That was just for a few weeks though, I'll probably be continuing next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then came deepavali business and whew! I'm so glad that that hurdle's over. I mean, as always, deepavali season is when shop's REALLY packed. I was really glad that it was my holiday perios so that I could help out for longer hours, but you know, it was really fun, just like always. I mean, all my siblings came down, along with my Parents and so, you know, it feels like you're not alone and that gave me the boost to carry on through the day. At the end of the day, when you see the satisfied smile on the customer's face, oh my, that sense of Achievment, though extremely temporary, keeps you going. Last weekend of holidays was spent visiting friends for deepavali and watching shows on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, ALL good things come to an end. That's when sch started and one week after that, you know what. I think it's not so bad after all! It's kind of good that sch's started again, and you get to be with your friends and enjoy lessons toghether. Yes, I have to lie to myself sometimes, it's just keeps me going. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm here, blogging after a long time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Many things in Life are taken for granted by almost everyone. To me, things like having a company, having clean tap water that is potable are just some of the things that are taken for granted. Well, there are many more things, I believe, even bigger that other people are not appreciating. I know that at this point in life, there are certain things that I should be able to handle. And I know that I'm not being whimsical or juvenile about these things, instead I'm really serious. It's just that I don't want to face these things alone, I don't want to have to go through it single-handledly, I just need some GUIDANCE. That's ALL I ask for. I'm not even sure if I can get over it as effortlessly as others think I would. And this is because only I know what it takes from within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just so many things that are bursting out in mind, but I can't seem to find the proper words to phrase them or the proper emotions to express them, let alone a composed self to share them. Yet, at least I knwo that all I can do now, is to pray...for the better. I have faith, and I'm sure I'll have the strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st bro's not in town, and I'm really missing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-714784965623205725?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/714784965623205725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=714784965623205725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/714784965623205725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/714784965623205725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-very-big-hello-to-all-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4732612760697090755</id><published>2009-06-03T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:33:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaXQGUaCDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KyifaAZN1Rw/s1600-h/Photo0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343124310751578162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaXQGUaCDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KyifaAZN1Rw/s320/Photo0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  How unique things can get :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaW853l32I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vEZB-Nc_THM/s1600-h/rats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123980991979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaW853l32I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vEZB-Nc_THM/s320/rats2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; rats got hyper with my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaWyeFhh1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/j4YKFeSeh1Y/s1600-h/rats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123801735530322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaWyeFhh1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/j4YKFeSeh1Y/s320/rats1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&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/1370541644613350018-4732612760697090755?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4732612760697090755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4732612760697090755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4732612760697090755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4732612760697090755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-unique-things-can-get-rats-got.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SiaXQGUaCDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KyifaAZN1Rw/s72-c/Photo0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-8906970094519463511</id><published>2009-06-03T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:27:45.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's only one reason for my MIA and obviously it's sch.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been really caught up with so many things that I find it so much more convenient to just jott down my reflections in my Diary than to have to log in here and type out everything. Furthermore, there's no internet srvice at my sis' place where I often go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hmm...Where do I begin. Well, Life's being taking on a cold play where I find myself often being puzzled and indecisive over so many things. Nonetheless, I'm still satisfied that I have to be occupied with many other things that overwhelm me, protecting me from the reality of wilderness. Go ahead...knock me hard in the head and tell me that it's escapism, but sad to say that albeit I realise it myself, I fail to see how I can overcome it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I find myself being too gullible. I'm too naive. I'm too jejune. Somebody..just do it. JUST knock me hard...in the head... So, what's reality and what's not. How do I handle all these things that coming gushing onto me. All the experiences I've had all my Life seem to have little effect on me. Nevertheless, I know that I'm still strong. I'm still wilful. I'm still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To you especially: Thks so much for being there for me when I needed you. You've been a fantastic listener and a truthful person. Now that you're going, I'll miss you most dearly...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-8906970094519463511?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8906970094519463511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=8906970094519463511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8906970094519463511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8906970094519463511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-only-one-reason-for-my-mia-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3937622853136789504</id><published>2009-03-26T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:04:54.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Continued from previous post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBGVBjLG5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/EDM_5BDsj5E/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next day morning we had a full breakfast at the Mexican restaurant. I enjoyed it a lot. The restaurant was crowded and really lively. The waiters and waitresses were very forthcoming and friendly as well. We had like croissants, wheat toasts with jam, scrambled egg (which was peculiarly served with a fresh orange slice, and they called it a garnish). Then, we took a stroll to the Disneyland, which was about 15 to 20 minutes walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that Disneyland actually has two attractions: One, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Disneyland&lt;/span&gt; itself and the other, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;California Adventures&lt;/span&gt;. Since people told us that the latter took less than a day to cover, we explored Disneyland 1st. They had many smaller ‘towns’ there, like Toontown, Adventure land, Frontierland, etc. There were so many sights to see and rides to ride and each one had its own looooooong queue. Anyhow, we queued and we had our turn and it was truly gratifying. I loved everything about Disneyland. The Indiana Jones ride was the most entertaining although I’m not a huge, no no, not even a fan of the movie. We also managed to take some photos with&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Pooh bear, Eeyore and Tigger&lt;/span&gt;. But the queue for Goofy was too long, let alone the one for the 7 princesses, the waiting time was 2 hrs! We had lunch at this restaurant which served this porridge like thing in a bowl or bread. And we had bread to dip into it and eat. It was really cool, a bowl made of bread! Actually, its called sourdough or sth like that and it was filling enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318828486931717010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBGVBjLG5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/EDM_5BDsj5E/s320/P1010608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just arrived at Disneyland! Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBGUxswibI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TZGS5WcssAM/s1600-h/P1010609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318828482676951474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBGUxswibI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TZGS5WcssAM/s320/P1010609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBFEvsiuDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kHLnRykABGk/s1600-h/P1010611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318827107749640242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBFEvsiuDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/kHLnRykABGk/s320/P1010611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The biggest sheep I've seen. It was so woolly and soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBENLGSyqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LAktQeCT8Kg/s1600-h/P1010614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318826153032731298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBENLGSyqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/LAktQeCT8Kg/s320/P1010614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBDY_DrGcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/I6xBJL6hg7s/s1600-h/P1010623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318825256447318466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBDY_DrGcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/I6xBJL6hg7s/s320/P1010623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I went to rub his bubbly belly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBBl0isNpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fkXXfrVtCyU/s1600-h/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318823277939668626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBBl0isNpI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fkXXfrVtCyU/s320/P1010625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBAyJw5YOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ggUV2S3ltk/s1600-h/P1010626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318822390283198690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBAyJw5YOI/AAAAAAAAAYA/7ggUV2S3ltk/s320/P1010626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBAIhwcjrI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGDDurTM338/s1600-h/P1010630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821675169255090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBAIhwcjrI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TGDDurTM338/s320/P1010630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdA_iEN9SII/AAAAAAAAAXw/o3AiuYVMBaI/s1600-h/P1010636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318821014404941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdA_iEN9SII/AAAAAAAAAXw/o3AiuYVMBaI/s320/P1010636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdA-jHxHkpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LbZnW8XQq7s/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318819933025964690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdA-jHxHkpI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LbZnW8XQq7s/s320/P1010635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdA-EtYVyCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5cOKMqTsZLY/s1600-h/P1010637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318819410546640930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdA-EtYVyCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/5cOKMqTsZLY/s320/P1010637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuaR5mOe5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZGnT1nfASB0/s1600-h/P1010638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317513417350609810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuaR5mOe5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ZGnT1nfASB0/s320/P1010638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuZ1BNwI4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UJJbQrqtumc/s1600-h/P1010642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317512921179235202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuZ1BNwI4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/UJJbQrqtumc/s320/P1010642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuZKiAwtaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iGdm25U85zw/s1600-h/P1010644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317512191248741794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuZKiAwtaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/iGdm25U85zw/s320/P1010644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuYkTPu1WI/AAAAAAAAAXA/R4OLG6fi6uw/s1600-h/P1010647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317511534449972578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuYkTPu1WI/AAAAAAAAAXA/R4OLG6fi6uw/s320/P1010647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could only cover so much within the 1st day and my stamina wasn’t good enough to carry me any further too. It was alr 8 plus by then and people started gathering in front of the Castle as early as 7.30 pm. When we passed by one of them who was having some home made snacks and settled on a picnic mat then, he said that ppl do that to get a good view; of what you may wonder...of the GReAt fireworks of course! ( which only starts at 9.30 pm) That made me realise that Singaporeans are not the only kiasu ones after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 8 plus, we sat directly opposite the Castle, which was a very good view too and waited...and waited. The night was getting colder and nastier. I could no longer withstand the chill and put on my gloves when I was the only one doing so in the vicinity. Haha. What do you expect when I’m from a tropical city. I just had to get a popcorn, thinking that somehow if my blood sugar rises a little, I’d feel a little better. But the popcorn turned out to be salted, they didn’t have any sweet popcorn. There goes my money and my attempt to keep myself warmer, by not even a few degrees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then came the announcement that “ Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, due to inappropriate wind conditions there may not be a display of the fireworks today..” And the audience go”Aaaaaaaaaaaaaw!” The announcement continues “...However, remember, Dreams come true if you believe in them.” And I was all so disappointed. I mean, I can’t come all the way from Singapore just to catch the fireworks again! Anyway, the announcement was played again and I lost hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then, at 9.30 pm sharp, the deep voice sounded again. “ Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, we thank you for your patience. We now present you with the Disney..(sth)” I was too delighted to hear what else the voice said, especially over the noise of the cheering crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The fireworks display were spectacular. Tinklebell came from the cliff and the castle was casting different colured lights and the continuous sparks of coloured fire in the sky was all too much to take in at the time. I was so thrilled and blissful at that time. The exhaustion seemed to have lifted off me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuYAiywVkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E229hncb-YA/s1600-h/P1010648.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510920148112962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuYAiywVkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/E229hncb-YA/s320/P1010648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuXpawiRoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WS8S7k64V6Q/s1600-h/P1010654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510522854327938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScuXpawiRoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/WS8S7k64V6Q/s320/P1010654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctcPI6muBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/M1MklcCsVRQ/s1600-h/P1010656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317445200202086418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctcPI6muBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/M1MklcCsVRQ/s320/P1010656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Sctb5fOvAJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c1hojE_QOBw/s1600-h/P1010658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317444828234973330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Sctb5fOvAJI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c1hojE_QOBw/s320/P1010658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Sctbu3Bdu-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/lb2dWOn96wM/s1600-h/P1010666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317444645643205602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Sctbu3Bdu-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/lb2dWOn96wM/s320/P1010666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctbVhwFXNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iPo-J4JuUEU/s1600-h/P1010667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317444210436431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctbVhwFXNI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iPo-J4JuUEU/s320/P1010667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Sctau1GK6oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DfMQ-RRV-EM/s1600-h/P1010670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443545614445186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Sctau1GK6oI/AAAAAAAAAWI/DfMQ-RRV-EM/s320/P1010670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctacPI3H5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Z4Wit9z1esE/s1600-h/P1010672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443226187538322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctacPI3H5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Z4Wit9z1esE/s320/P1010672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctaRKh9RrI/AAAAAAAAAV4/rMtuwmEy1EI/s1600-h/P1010674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317443035972060850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctXQDu3qoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vKFiyYF5STE/s320/P1010686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctUlGT-zDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mdAez4iyREA/s1600-h/P1010688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317436781367315506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctUlGT-zDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mdAez4iyREA/s320/P1010688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctTqswxD9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Skl0vLpIb3Q/s1600-h/P1010690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317435778076315602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctTqswxD9I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Skl0vLpIb3Q/s320/P1010690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctR48jp-tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0GcYKtq4gVQ/s1600-h/P1010692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317433823811205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SctR48jp-tI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0GcYKtq4gVQ/s320/P1010692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs9zUmj-SI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zYTm20pAR8s/s1600-h/P1010693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317411736954075426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs9zUmj-SI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zYTm20pAR8s/s320/P1010693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs8WBm5ZEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7GvYeBGfcKY/s1600-h/P1010694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317410134127371330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs8WBm5ZEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7GvYeBGfcKY/s320/P1010694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs7ol4ak-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/wm2r30LjqJo/s1600-h/P1010703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317409353590543330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs7ol4ak-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/wm2r30LjqJo/s320/P1010703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs4CRYdIxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DbFUrfannUY/s1600-h/P1010697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317405396717871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scs4CRYdIxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/DbFUrfannUY/s320/P1010697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a totally different and enticing experience for me. We then bought souveniers from the World of Disney shop and headed back to the hotel. Next morning was the same big breakfast with chocolate milk this time cuz it’s the closest substitute to milo. I just expected a simple glass of chocolate milk but no, it was served with whipping cream and on top of that Hershey’s chocolate sauce. All too heavy for me and as expected, I couldn’t finish the dring although I didn’t even take a sip of the whipping cream. That was the last breakfast we had at the delightful Mexican restaurant and then we packed our luggage, checked out and went to complete our venture at Disneyland. At about 3 plus we went to California Adventures and to my surprise, there was High School Musical performing! I was very entertained by the high level of spirits and enthusiasm that the performers had. The roller coaster ride was way too scary with the loop and all, not to mention that the falling lift...I didn’t even dare to look at the people riding it. It’s sooooooooooo scary, they just drop suddenly from a gReAt height again and again. I can’t take it, you know...the feeling like your stomach just flipped or sth. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got a few more souveneirs and headed back to catch our flight back to San Francisco. There, we booked onto an airport hotel called Sheraton Four Points and checked out early next morning to fly back HOME! The journey back was not as bad as I expected and the air stewards and stewardesses really took good care of me whilst my brother was fast asleep.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz_hwrf8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/63K61I3aR_4/s1600-h/P1010711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400951528325058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz_hwrf8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/63K61I3aR_4/s320/P1010711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz_CVS8-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OCtxuJpdBsc/s1600-h/P1010717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400943091971042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz_CVS8-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OCtxuJpdBsc/s320/P1010717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz-4BfMlI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cyvWeuAbLmA/s1600-h/P1010719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400940324532818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz-4BfMlI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cyvWeuAbLmA/s320/P1010719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz-sPQZvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZlRwbQo7XUI/s1600-h/P1010726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317400937161058034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scsz-sPQZvI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ZlRwbQo7XUI/s320/P1010726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, thanks to my brother for the unforgettable experience once again and indeed this time round it was a very special experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeed Dreams come true if you for those who Believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3937622853136789504?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3937622853136789504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3937622853136789504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3937622853136789504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3937622853136789504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/next-day-morning-we-had-full-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SdBGVBjLG5I/AAAAAAAAAY4/EDM_5BDsj5E/s72-c/P1010608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6539010386689302450</id><published>2009-03-24T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:49:24.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I assure you that that though I’m blogging after a long time, this will be one of my longest posts. So, sit back and relax. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from a week’s holiday to San Francisco and Los Angeles, California, USA. It came as a surprise to me as well when my brother told me that he booked a ticket for me too. He happened to get a good offer for accumulating some points at a membership with some airlines, so he called me along since I was having me holidays too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight we took stopped over at Seoul, Korea for an hour and thankfully, we could get off the plane. It was a pleasant surprise to me to come to know that they actually had a &lt;em&gt;surau&lt;/em&gt;, what we call a prayer room at Seoul! I mean, ya, I know that Muslims are spread out worldwide (more coming up later), but, a prayer room there was really unexpected and really nice to know. :) This was about 6 hrs of journey. After which we took the same flight to San Francisco which was roughly about 12 hours. All in all, the journey took us about &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;19-20 hours&lt;/span&gt; which was the longest flight I ever took. Fortunately, they had some of the latest movies and songs that we could entertain ourselves with. The food looked nice, but not appealing enough to me as I really can’t take flight food. The only things that I felt comfortable munching on were bread and jam, my favourites, and fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed in San Francisco, I was really glad that the flight journey was finally over. Long awaited that moment. Then, we took a train, what they called the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;system to Powell station, closest to the hotel we reserved and managed to find our way there. Not till we left the BART station did we realise the intensity of the coldness in San Francisco. It was really chilly. The coldest temperature I’ve ever experienced since my trip to Greece. Even the jackets we bought just a day ago felt a little too thin to keep us completely warm. Finally, we reached the hotel and had a good nap. We only left around 9pm at night when most of the city shops were closed but had a good look at the Union Square, the centre of the city which was nearby. It is like their Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654017817847634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciMqQ2vp1I/AAAAAAAAANI/t5VHOc1320M/s320/P1010497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Union square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655195072771090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciNuyeMNBI/AAAAAAAAANg/vrI_Ir_ycR4/s320/P1010505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me and my bro in what they called a cable car, isn't it poles apart from what &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; call one. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316659032833314482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciROLPmzrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/p337MqagduI/s320/P1010514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciMrFYnyjI/AAAAAAAAANY/DxAmtH0QHhc/s1600-h/P1010503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654031918582322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciMrFYnyjI/AAAAAAAAANY/DxAmtH0QHhc/s320/P1010503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Goodbye to Serannon Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciMqiy3uZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bKeoXylU-ZU/s1600-h/P1010502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316654022633437586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciMqiy3uZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bKeoXylU-ZU/s320/P1010502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655194791667538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciNuxbK51I/AAAAAAAAANo/ViEg4OluSdc/s320/P1010506.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Me with the other beauties apart from me at the Wax Museum, Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316659023654168594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciRNpDIKBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EIsMmCr3AQg/s320/P1010511.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The comedians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655209699159042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciNvo9ZLAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVRGr0SFZfk/s320/P1010510.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I knew that I'll regret if I don't take this pic. He's really handsome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316655206375364018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciNvck8FbI/AAAAAAAAANw/Tcuscn5BPKY/s320/P1010508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316659026296260306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciRNy5DRtI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Nul4huyJWuM/s320/P1010513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you guessed that this is one of my fav photos, you guessed right! It's Mr. Obama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656992441055858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciPXaMLunI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OB4tUmPFZf4/s320/P1010727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656987393144946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciPXHYquHI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6d-XIvnGfqM/s320/P1010728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656977415598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciPWiN1cbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_Na_057jp9M/s320/P1010729.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, next morning we had one of the ready-to-eat foods we brought there for breakfast and we set out to visit the famous &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Golden Gateway bridge&lt;/span&gt;. Why I was really excited to even see the bridge was only because it was featured and given a lot of emphasis in the X-Men 3 movie. Not to mention that I’m really a huge fan of X-Men. Haha. Then, we went to visit &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alcatraz&lt;/span&gt;, a famous prison in California (CA) for holding prisoners since war time but we couldn’t get the tickets. At least we caught a glimpse of the island. What makes it so cool is that it is on a spate island in the middle of the sea and visitors are cruised to the island to view Alcatraz. Even though it is so isolated, prisoners still attempt to escape it, only to get caught eventually or drown in the sea or disappear. It seems that anyone who attempts to escape and is caught again will have an iron ball attached to his leg and his hands cuffed with iron handcuffs as well. Might as well be a good kid. But from the pictures we saw at the bay, prisoners sort of had their own room, like they had bookshelf, a bed and even a night lamp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we checked out of our hotel, took the BART and left to the airport to catch our plane to Los Angeles (LA). Actually, this &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Warwick Regis Hotel&lt;/span&gt;, which was the 2nd hotel we stayed in is the most memorable hotel for me cuz the girl at the concierge was extremely helpful and very sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316791912391984722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckKEyLLRlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/04610Z9QUq8/s320/P1010517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316791925551871842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckKFjMvN2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/BJossfBVx9A/s320/P1010520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I couldn't stop taking pics of the bridge cuz I still can't believe that I walked across it, where the X-Men once did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316791921545643122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckKFURlBHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/F8Wc0-D5Cy0/s320/P1010519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316791917196636210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckKFEEscDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/79bZUX1nZ-U/s320/P1010518.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316794117065049938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckMFHOMh1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/prqXwy9-Ee4/s320/P1010525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316794139837754882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckMGcDobgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xf5vR3FcSII/s320/P1010527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316794146761733330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckMG12b9NI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Bi979s20F8c/s320/P1010528.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316795926564816882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckNucIjx_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/i0rm6uohdjM/s320/P1010532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316795922472380594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckNuM42KLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YMCre6upfX8/s320/P1010531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316795912182162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckNtmjd4oI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aT9xmSuUoNo/s320/P1010530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316795905993747266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SckNtPgCK0I/AAAAAAAAAQA/xNlzDin2goA/s320/P1010529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972964734125186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmuvatVRII/AAAAAAAAAQg/-CbwiymVDoo/s320/P1010534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972966624989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmuvhwJkOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/uNS-UZGJ0Lk/s320/P1010535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;She's the good soul I mentioned about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972984290049314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scmuwjj0_SI/AAAAAAAAARA/MEv-p0J_jeU/s320/P1010541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972979745972674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmuwSob4cI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4ThGb_WXc-4/s320/P1010537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's the Coit Tower in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316972976998104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmuwIZSv5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/MocH0EUBmro/s320/P1010536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656969343697794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciPWEJWA4I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uiToKeh41tg/s320/P1010736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know that this is random, but since I alr uploaded it: This was at Seoul airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316976674227567314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmyHVpfOtI/AAAAAAAAARo/orZY5l98884/s320/P1010556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aren't the pelicans cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316976663051215170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmyGsA1oUI/AAAAAAAAARY/qtUmBVXtkuU/s320/P1010546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's my brother, he's feeding the pelicans which is why the bay was sudden;y flooded by them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316976667953561330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmyG-RpfvI/AAAAAAAAARg/qw1ElqJ6Z-Y/s320/P1010548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316976643548617410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/ScmyFjXDmsI/AAAAAAAAARI/Tg6ahwZh8Ow/s320/P1010544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that our stay at LA was the most enjoyable as we visited Disneyland there! Wow. Never had I imagined that cuz I’ve never been to any Disneyland before, only my 2nd sis has. I was really excited. By the time we booked into Hilton was about 12 plus in the morning. So, we just washed up and slept well. In the morning, we had a buffet breakfast which was not worth the money cuz I didn’t really fancy the food there. No wonder it seemed deserted. Sigh. Anyway, we headed of to Universal Studios and Hollywood. It was gReAt! We watched a few 4D and 3D shows, there was a tour around the studios, there was a horror mansion and many more. We took some shots with Shrek, the donkey from Shrek, this Dracula from Frankenstein, I think. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we went to Hollywood and walked along the Hollywood walk of fame where the stars names are printed on star shapes on the ground. The whole area there was very lively and I just felt like it was Christmas season. We had dinner at McDonalds there. Yaay. Filet-o-Fish as usual, I mean, what else could we eat right. That was a really, really, really exhausting day. Once we reached the hotel, we gathered our luggage and took a car to Anaheim. Why we had to go there was because that was where Disneyland is and everyone advised us to stay at a hotel there instead as they are walking distances from Disneyland and we’ll be needing at least 2 days there. My lens was dry and I had a feeling they would just pop out any moment. Once we reached the chalet-look-a-like Mexican hotel, I lay flat, face-down on the hotel bed ( of course I removed my lens before that and thank goodness I got myself the daily lens this time around, I can’t imagine if I still had to take them out, put them in the box, pour the solution, blah-blah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316980364533143938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm1eJG5mYI/AAAAAAAAARw/TU4SmKJmteQ/s320/P1010566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;At Hilton Hotel, LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316980376252113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm1e0w65CI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K7ttm8Okdwg/s320/P1010568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316980380655529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm1fFKxrdI/AAAAAAAAASA/DKsTD5KWjXA/s320/P1010569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"I'll be coming for you tonight" were the words the Dracula whispered in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316980387163929554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm1fdaf-9I/AAAAAAAAASI/PheY8jD4YoI/s320/P1010570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316982531695039826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm3cSaj1VI/AAAAAAAAASQ/_fPrjBsG8fY/s320/P1010575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316982537899957522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm3cph7XRI/AAAAAAAAASY/3mWj0X3N1uc/s320/P1010577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The black car is one of the 2 cars that performed a 'dance' for us. Yup! They are controlled by machines, of course, but it seemed so natural. They are used in the upcoming movie Fast and Furious 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316982543876918898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm3c_y8jnI/AAAAAAAAASg/1dW3SQ-pZT0/s320/P1010579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316982547888492226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm3dOvYTsI/AAAAAAAAASo/rFqOAV6HnWE/s320/P1010583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985470918959682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm6HX4JokI/AAAAAAAAASw/Z-WAwBaUE0w/s320/P1010584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985475142653906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm6HnnKF9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/fkDRatDCsaw/s320/P1010589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985493140744850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm6IqqPKpI/AAAAAAAAATA/-RVS1aSxSzI/s320/P1010590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985493696254466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm6IsurkgI/AAAAAAAAATI/vcGAxtqmAnw/s320/P1010591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yaba-daba-doo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316985497007353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm6I5EG7PI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MzvYi-9Nlt8/s320/P1010593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316988135055245874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm8icjvQjI/AAAAAAAAATY/PWtWCbcNCVk/s320/P1010594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316988137274420514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm8ik01LSI/AAAAAAAAATg/UL9R3W6FUiE/s320/P1010595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316988147139134546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm8jJkwxFI/AAAAAAAAATo/q5BOwX6rjyQ/s320/P1010596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316988156193779954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm8jrTjsPI/AAAAAAAAATw/18l3dFfjJ-g/s320/P1010597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316988165968085730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Scm8kPt7wuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/w0z_s3SScBY/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ok that’s it for now, I got to go. I think I’ll update about my stay at LA in my next post. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6539010386689302450?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6539010386689302450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6539010386689302450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6539010386689302450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6539010386689302450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-assure-you-that-that-though-im.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SciMqQ2vp1I/AAAAAAAAANI/t5VHOc1320M/s72-c/P1010497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3986157537720017451</id><published>2009-03-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:48:57.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise that sometimes people whom you love most may not be the people whom you respect most. Likewise, people you respect most may not be the people you are most affectionate towards. Also, ironically, you may not know or be reluctant to show the person whom you love most the care andaffection you have towards them.Sometimes, its just hard to do that, you just want to look at them, have them next to you or maybe just spend time with them...doing nothing. Then again, in this fast, super fast paced world, these just can't be done. Ya, ppl say that there are actually soutions for everything. but sometimes, maybe there isn't. Or maybe the only solution is for the world to one day stop revolving...and I can carry on dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to speak out your feelings sometimes, or why is it so hard to accept others' affection towards you because of some silly grudgeyou have against them. Well, egoism is just so hard to neglect, to resist. If I can, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think that time heals everything. And I really can't wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3986157537720017451?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3986157537720017451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3986157537720017451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3986157537720017451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3986157537720017451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-realise-that-sometimes-people-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3227197425238942641</id><published>2009-03-03T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:43:28.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh! I'm really annoyed at the really unpleasant looking balck dog pic which is appearing at the archives. It's supoosed to be a CALENDAR! How did it end up to be a dog, a black one at that! eew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3227197425238942641?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3227197425238942641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3227197425238942641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3227197425238942641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3227197425238942641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh-im-really-annoyed-at-really.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-585787349978539929</id><published>2009-02-28T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:26:36.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Act, on the last day of last term, we had lunch to celebrate sy's birthday. It was meant to be a surprise for her. Ya, I know that I alr mentioned that in my previous post, but this time round, there are photos, thanks to dear pei ming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, the staff there at pizza hut were nice enough to play the HAPPY BIRTHDAY song really loud. haha. To think of it, still makes me giggle. Oh, and the look on sy's face when she found out she was the 'victim' was really amusing, and too bad I don't think we took a shot of that. oops. I really like the gift we got her, hope she likes it too. Here are the photos. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307773468087877202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj_2PGe_lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3zCD2t7N_M8/s320/pz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Birthday gal and me. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307770706091839970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj9Vd3UEeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OUTAOxvRLxs/s320/pz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307770822161059954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj9cOQX0HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MIRDDeujWjU/s320/pz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307771309313510850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj94lCkTcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c0-6JNpKs7M/s320/pz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is why I like pei ming's camera. It's got many templates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307771535574757426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj-Fv7c8DI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0JdnAo0NU58/s320/pz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Erm, not so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307771621125672642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj-KuoYTsI/AAAAAAAAAMY/263qgs6ZAi4/s320/pz8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307771717350671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj-QVGNQ6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/PcDi8SkNtfw/s320/pz9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307771819667961122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj-WSQjNSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CZrHh9mArNg/s320/pz10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was probably the last time my friends saw my teeth, without my braces. Now, I've finally put on the brackets, not the wire yet and it's not a great feeling at all. I'l get used to it anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-585787349978539929?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/585787349978539929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=585787349978539929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/585787349978539929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/585787349978539929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/02/act-on-last-day-of-last-term-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/Saj_2PGe_lI/AAAAAAAAAMw/3zCD2t7N_M8/s72-c/pz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-1759674009237247689</id><published>2009-02-25T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:07:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yaay. Another Term just ended and I'm really glad and relieved! Now that holidays are here, I'm really going to make good use of my time for some personal development. Yes, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA &lt;/span&gt;needs to learn some new skills. At least 1. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I think that 1st week of holiday should be the hibernating time. Yup yup, just stay at home, read all those books I've been dying to read, surf things that I need, get my necessities done etc. Then, I'll have to start finding out what I want to learn this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, now that hols are here, I'll be meeting up with sec sch friends, jc friends and ex-classmates too! hehe. Can't wait! We're really gonna have so many things to share and I'm looking forward to it. ;) oh ya, mai said that she wants to have dinner at pastamania, which I think is really nice cuz I've never eaten anything there before. Not even stepped into one before! Now that it's HALAL and hopefully, food turns out to be nice too, I'm anticipating that meal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that economy's not so good, there are really good sales everywhere, but no,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; NisA&lt;/span&gt; will control her urge to spend cuz there are lots of savings to be done. Really hope I can resist all these temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that one day or another, each of us will have to realise our individual dreams. Whether it is to become a top-notch, well-sought engineer or just a simple housewife; we will have to start building the blocks of foundation now. I mean, to think about it, even to be a housewife, you'll definitely need some skills. You need to learn how to cook, and now that most people are much better educated, you'll want to cook not just appetizing but nutritious food for your children. That requires a skill. You'll need to learn how to manage the houslehold and your children simultaneously, you'll need to be skilful at that too. Of course, if you're wealthy enough, you can hire a domestic helper. haha. but, you need to manage her as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being far-fetched cuz I think that life is not all about just books, books and books. There's so much more to it. There's only so much you can acquire from books, life's beyond them. In other words, LEARN A SKILL. haha. yup, that's really impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these wise words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-1759674009237247689?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1759674009237247689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=1759674009237247689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/1759674009237247689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/1759674009237247689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/02/yaay.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-5692473811506707722</id><published>2009-02-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:57:45.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to mai. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to sy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's with me now. I need a break badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-5692473811506707722?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5692473811506707722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=5692473811506707722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5692473811506707722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5692473811506707722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-ppl-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4235126360662222360</id><published>2009-01-20T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:42:47.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;New Era Dawning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293442307137524098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXYVu4P00YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FVFHzcq7W_k/s320/BO1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline would probably already have started flashing to release lastest news on the swearing of&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Mr. Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; to become US' 44th President. And let my post be one of those, smaller scale headlines displays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I stayed awake just to watch him swear and take the oath for becoming US' next President. I'm really fascinated. I mean, all along I've been telling my sister that I really want him to win the election. I've seen him on Oprah's show, his debates before the election, heard about and viewed his speeches that clearly showed what his aims were and of course, his policy of "Everyone's equal, and each person has the rights to pursue his own happiness." In fact, he reinforced that in his picture just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also spoke about saving the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;, measures had to be taken, such as energy and water saving measures; America to unite as one and their determination in defeating terrorism; the downfall of the economy to be addressed to; the role each citizen has to play to uphold the nation's quality and standard ( an ever improving environment); he quoted the courage of fire fighters and the willingness of parents to educate their children; the high hospital charges and failing rates in schools etc. What caught my attention most was when he stated taht America has ha a long history and that the challenges that it faces now are &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;, theinstruments with which these challenges are to be handled are &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;, but what is &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OLD &lt;/span&gt;is the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;honesty, integrity, fairplay, loyalty, patriotism&lt;/span&gt; and a few other basic qualities that a nation should have. I feel that what he said was so true. I mean, not just on a national level, but on an individual level too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he has said in his speech was definitely motivational, inspiring and made the high hopes and confidence that so many people have on him unwaver. I too have much confidence in him of upholding the nation he leads, along with the other nations he befriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really the 1st time in my entrie life that I'm actually so interested in America's Presidency things. I've never been so intrigued by these kind of issues before, but of course, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; is always an exception. haha. In any case, the heights that he has reached being a black has truly been an emotional moment for many, of course, for me too as I feel really proud of him to have done so. He has achieved something that not many people have achieved thus far. His path shows that no one is deprived of anything to reach his goals and that there is in fact no obstruction in doing so. The only person whom one needs to overcome before attaining his ambitions is himself. He has really motivated me a great deal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance, I would yearn to meet him. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mr. Obama, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;congrats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4235126360662222360?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4235126360662222360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4235126360662222360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4235126360662222360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4235126360662222360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-era-dawning-headline-would-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXYVu4P00YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FVFHzcq7W_k/s72-c/BO1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-9089070973082688341</id><published>2009-01-19T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:57:53.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NisA's here with lots of stuff. I'm just going to splurge out everything that's occurred over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1stly, I'm having only one resolution for the year and that's to keep my mind off KR. Oh my, I just remebered how hard it is. Nevertheless, NisA's determined to pursue and uphold her resolution (pat on th back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, had lots of work to do since sch reopened, especially, for SP. But guess what! It's over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup yup, today was the final presentation for SP and we're done with it. After which we went to mac to kinda celebrate the end of SP2. :) but the guilt of having had a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;macflurry&lt;/span&gt; still lingers. Oh my. Now, just have to wait for Thinking Skills project to be over too. Here are some pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293029186464730498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXSeAF0BTYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zFqk3u6LCew/s320/Photo0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;                                            Smiling with my mouth closed; I have to; at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293028955680563042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXSdyqEyX2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Az96feAi-Rw/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     sy, myra, pei ming and myself :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293028798345998562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXSdpf9TcOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KwKFxBpij_A/s320/Photo0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                             yaay, that's all of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh ya, went to donut factory with nabila and had a tiramisu doughnut with cuppacino filling. It was simply heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031813372870546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXSgY_zuf5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/5KRGPQUzWsg/s320/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                             The sinful chocolate one's mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, all of a sudden, I've been wanting to have frequent walks. I just like walking so much. Walk, walk and walk. Somehow, I don't like sitting at the same place for so long like before, I just want to walk, walk and walk. Someone says she wants to go to Cheers, and I just follow even when I don't want to get anything for myself. In a way it's good, cuz I finally get to kinda exercise a little. Hope this strange urge to walk persists at least for some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got 3 of my beautiful, precious teeth extracted cuz I'm planning to wear &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt; soon. :) Finally. Initially, for the 1st few days, I couldn't really bite anything and just lived on porridge and nestum. It was really tortorous, I couldn't even munch on my favourite chockies. But as the days passed, the pain kinda subsided and now, NisA's free to have anything she wants. Next time I'll feel the same way is not too long away, heard that once I wear the metal parts, the pain will get worse. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;No pain, no gain.&lt;/span&gt; I'm still going for it. In the end, the pain is not because of the teeth that I got extracted, but because of the 8 bands that the dentist inserted in my upper and lower sets of teeth to loosen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt; lots of money now. I want to pay for my braces all by myself and try to take care of my own expenses as much as possible. I just realised how much my parents have been spoiling me, I don't want them to spend excessively on me. I want to be able to take care of myself, at least for some aspects. In anyway, I know my limits I guess. Of course, I can't be totally independent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for cny holidays, cuz bro said that he's bringing us to a resort at JB. Then, M.r Goh also invited us to his hse, yaay. I can't wait. I wonder if jun jun's inviting us this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'm having mood swings ever so often. It's like living in a dilemma day and night. It's just nettling to feel that way. It's like as if I'm looking for some kind of ans, but not knowing what's the question itself. Oh my, it's really getting on my nerves. I lose my concentration just so easily and I find it hard to gather what I do even. But I know that I'm determined to overcome this distraction. Yes, I know I have to; at least for now. Feel like slapping NisA right. haha. I don't think you're the only one cuz I think I deserve one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done for now. Will be back soon, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&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/1370541644613350018-9089070973082688341?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/9089070973082688341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=9089070973082688341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/9089070973082688341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/9089070973082688341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2009/01/nisas-here-with-lots-of-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SXSeAF0BTYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zFqk3u6LCew/s72-c/Photo0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7985069797928936442</id><published>2008-12-27T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:14:51.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, I can reason out why I've been MIA for thus long:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Overseas break with my elder bro: went to christchurch, New Zealand &amp;amp; Hyderabad &amp;amp; Chennai, India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) JB outing with family last Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Spending time with my 2nd sis who surprisingly had leaves from her workplace that for once, coincided with my hols :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Of course, the inevitable, holiday &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ASSIGNMENTS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; beautiful &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REPORTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1stly, holiday trip. let the pics talk. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284695970560873826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcC_Fc4FWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qh9XmhlWkKU/s320/H1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at the rooftop of Le Mexica, some mexican restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284696214573898946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcDNSeHXMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5Q5xp56OzzI/s320/H2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;captured at film city at chrsitchurch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284696449538322402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcDa9x_7-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/n5dEpNH4StQ/s320/P1010366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally, we've arrived at Novotel, after much anticipation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697046814490258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcD9uzu_pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/MWt9W0C04Zk/s320/P1010370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;scenery at the film city&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697502052577106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcEYOs871I/AAAAAAAAAJs/lWrXqCuUalI/s320/P1010382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284698273155369298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcFFHSLyVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VwoDyc_ow4E/s320/P1010405.JPG" border="0" /&gt; buffet breakfast, just simply the best&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284698914323356978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcFqb0i3TI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X4mT-gihwiU/s320/P1010408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my beloved cuz sis &amp;amp; me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Apparently there are some complications; can't seem to upload the other photos taken at Hyderabad. Anyway, the trip began at christchurch. I took a flight from S'pore to Chennai, met my brother there and we took a flight to Auckland. From there, a domestic flight to Christchurch. The trip was really relaxing with the really cold ( abt 13 degrees Celsius) and worse at night, vast lands of plain sceneries ( that was when I hoped I was a photographer), quiet ambience all over (when I hoped I was living there) and pure, white sheep. We had a look at how the sheep were wooled for their wool ( duh) and how the sheep were incubated to keep them warm during winter ( apparently their winter is during the earlier part of the yr). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Best part of our stay there, manifestly, was the hotel; Novotel. Cuz I was really hoping against hope that I lived there, it was like royalty; you know. From the shower to the aroma of the bathroom, to the light designs, to the lakeview, to the carpets, to the wardrobe layout, to the tv...list can go on. my goodness. I really had no heart to leave the place. Even now i tell my brother that we should've really just stayed at the hotel than looked around more. We spent about 3 1/2 days there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, we headed to Hyderabad, where we also stayed at Novotel. Ya, my brother has a membership with Accor plus. Anyway, it was another take away from the trip. My bro managed to get the diffuser aroma that filled the bathroom back at novotel, christchurch here. We brought it back home and now it's in our bathroom. :) We spent only 1 1/2 days there. At least we tried their local delights: Hyderabad briyani, which is famour in S'pore too &amp;amp; Chutneys, a famous restaurant there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We came back to Cennai; mainly for 2 reasons: Visiting our relatives and shopping. I really missed my relatives and seeing them after such a long break was really very, very heart-filling. I missed my cuzs the most and of course, a day wasn't enough at all, but for now at least, it was really very rewarding to see them. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Like always, good things have to come to an end. We had to return to S'pore in the evening flight and I was really shacked to my bones. When I reached Singapore, I was still in my holiday blues. But reality spanked me when I saw my most, most beloved family awaiting our arrival. That was when I realised how much I missed them. Oh my, I was really glad to be back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some of the movies I watched both overseas and here are: The day the Earth stood still; Twilight (unfortunately, it never happens in reality); Vaaranam Aayiram &amp;amp; Goal ( no doubt the main character reminds me of someone). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today's the last day of my hols. I really had a good break. Alhamdulillah. Thks to my family, esp. my brother. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tmr, back to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to see my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7985069797928936442?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7985069797928936442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7985069797928936442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7985069797928936442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7985069797928936442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-i-can-reason-out-why-ive-been-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SVcC_Fc4FWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qh9XmhlWkKU/s72-c/H1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-1940239835099643890</id><published>2008-12-02T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:58:01.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Yup yup, it's been looooooooong. I know. Anyways, just here to upload some pics. Bringing &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt; to my blog. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275251656988541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/STV1bruXwjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UdbZd2y0zOE/s320/madagascar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;   nabilah &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275251173721241106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/STV0_jad9hI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FN1AxJm6Luc/s320/madagascar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;         if there's someone taller than us, but shorter than the christmas tree, it's got to be hadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275252138519993122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/STV13tkamyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3vY6s9GeMug/s320/madagascar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; that's my B3 family :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275252779502749298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/STV2dBanRnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YxuL2X_ss48/s320/madagascar+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; it's never too early for christmas. ho ho ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-1940239835099643890?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/1940239835099643890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=1940239835099643890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/1940239835099643890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/1940239835099643890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/STV1bruXwjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UdbZd2y0zOE/s72-c/madagascar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6677405872500939771</id><published>2008-11-22T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:34:15.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this week's been really vexing. Ya, I know that you'll be tired seeing that word appear time and again, but it's just a fact that i just had to state. Anyways, it started off really well though. Went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MADAGASCAR 2&lt;/span&gt; with classmates. It was really funny and nice, I really enjoyed it a lot. But I still find part 1 more amusing. We had lunch at &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt; before the movie, that reminds me, sy should never have forced herself to finish her food. haha. In any case, found out that rocky's a cheese lover. Wow. I mean...I could see that he really likes cheese &amp;amp; papaya. He's still young anyway. haha. Not forgetting my beloved &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Frappacino Caramel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.  Just wanna keep having it. ugh, I hate the feeling of craving for sth knowing that I can't get it at that time. After that, was home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended late the next day. Thks to some pill measurement exercise. I was really looking forward to gg home early on Wed, but apparently ended up spending time with my classmates whom I never thought I'd end up playing &lt;em&gt;Monopoly&lt;/em&gt; with on a Wed afternoon at a tea party. We ended up playing the game against the rules, so what...like we cared the least abt it. But I really enjoyed the experience of playing uno with my lec mates, cuz it was a sort of ice-breaker and I found them quite nice people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri ended with SP presn preparation. Which is still gg on...Really hope that everything will turn out fine. Can't wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Darsh, really sorry that I can't make it for your party. Promise to catch with you soon k. :)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, just waiting in silence. How I wish I could, but I can barely utter a word. A word of gratitude, a word of encouragement, a word of affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6677405872500939771?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6677405872500939771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6677405872500939771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6677405872500939771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6677405872500939771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-this-weeks-been-really-vexing.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4078517449521193079</id><published>2008-11-12T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:23:37.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I've been wanting to get these few days is just ample of sleep. Yes, I've been feeling very very tired and I can't wait to reach home to rest just for a while everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is it just me, or am I just hallucinating things? Cuz lately, I've been feeling lonely too. I mean, I've got so many things to share about, but apparently, no time to share it with someone. How rushy things can get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's been as normal as before, it's been a bit more fun though. :) Esp.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Thinking Skills&lt;/span&gt; class. Too bad, erlin's leaving, would have less to say in class then. Just want to wish her good for her future, I'm sure she'll be more blissful with her new intended course. :) Too bad I couldn't go to watch HSM 3 with pei ming and sy. Anyways, I think there'll be another chance.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit annoying to think of gg to sch for just 2 hrs cuz it takes longer than that to travel to and fro. Oh ya, that reminds me: I've got to have an early night. So much for early. haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4078517449521193079?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4078517449521193079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4078517449521193079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4078517449521193079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4078517449521193079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-ive-been-wanting-to-get-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3614024836150442725</id><published>2008-10-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:55:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HYPOCRISY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The most unlikeable and then again, the most inevitable issue. To me, of course, most irritating issue. I mean, if there's sth abt a person which seems really wrong to you, then you shoud just tell him or her. I'm not telling you to hold it against that person, at least let yourself be known. What's the point of just confining it all within yourself and build up your grudges against that person and still put on a fake smile to him/her. Omgoodness. I can't believe it. It's just so wrong and unhealthy to do it. Why, why can't ppl accept the fact that nobody, as in NOBODY is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Unhappiness is bound to emerge wherever you go. It's not meant to be hidden, but just meant to be shared; just like how you share your happiness. One has to learn to accpet and change, it's only for the better. But by confining your thoughtd abt a person within yourself, not only are you slef-restraining, but you're also not being of any help to that person's self-development. Yes, one NEEDS others for his'her own development, it's not a self- biult thing. A fake smile, a fake hello, a fake talk, a fake expression, a fake this and a fake that. When will you EVER reveal your true self. I mean, what's wrong with just facing it. It's really agitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If being oblivious to my thoughts and feelings keeps us good, then, I'd still choose to be this way. Cuz, at the end of the day, it's not abt me. It's abt having you, your trueself next to me. I just miss the feeling so much. But I suppose, life still goes on. Ya, I still eat, sleep, pray and keep silent. No, it's not a protest from me, just keeping sth that has hurt me so much within me. Just give me time to dissolve it. That's all I ask for. To be back to normal, or at least, somewhere there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Amilo allineare'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3614024836150442725?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3614024836150442725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3614024836150442725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3614024836150442725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3614024836150442725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/10/bear-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4406694273469246835</id><published>2008-10-23T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:17:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just suddenly discerned some qns when I was on the bus the other day. I guess when life is too fast-paced and your life gets so structured to get accustomed and to suit the lifestyle, you just forget yourself. Cuz all you want to do is just to fit in. Or even, squeeze your way on through the tapering way. Then, sometime later sth strikes you... to think...just think about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow rather, I feel so lost now adays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where am I going?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I really want to go?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I really want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, lost questions. I realise that I've got some soul searching to do. haha. Serious. Search myself about my thoughts and reflections that I've neglected for the past...no idea. I suppose I've been too caught up with sleep and day dreams that keep me in a transed state. Then, I alight when I've reached my stop. Back to normal. Back to schedule. I need to pause. Just for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I know I sound a bit , ok a lot EMO. It's just a fact I had to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, sch life's been a bit ok. Today, some of my classmates and I went for some duty thing for the xiangzhi chinese chess competition. It was really a very, very different experience. No doubt it was boring watching ppl whom you don't know play a game which you know nuts about for hours. Haha. At least we had refreshments; which was manifestly the best part.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it was nice to be involved in it with my classmates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4406694273469246835?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4406694273469246835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4406694273469246835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4406694273469246835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4406694273469246835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/10/somehow-rather-i-feel-so-lost-now-adays.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7274660727284737929</id><published>2008-10-16T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:22:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! ya, it's been really looooong. Cuz Ramadan was a busy month and then, shop was getting more and more crowded by the day owing to Deepavali. It was really a busy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, glad that the holidays ended in a nice way cuz we went fot Jalan Raya to some of my classmates houses and it was really a very different experience for me. As in, my relatives and I celebrate it very differently. We tend to spend the whole aftnn/ evening at a relative's house when invited. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed the experience. Thks gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that sch's started, everything's changed. From the mods we're taking to the teachers who are teaching us and even, most unexpectedly, people we know.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe how ppl can change extremely within a month. No matter what, life still goes on as normal and everything's happening for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;New life. New experience. New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MOTIVATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoping for a better day tmr. Insha Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7274660727284737929?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7274660727284737929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7274660727284737929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7274660727284737929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7274660727284737929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-ya-its-been-really-looooong.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-830606709832125685</id><published>2008-08-29T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:37:41.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SLjpm6PGIoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8XYeZC_sC0A/s1600-h/wall-e.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240195021122445954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SLjpm6PGIoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8XYeZC_sC0A/s320/wall-e.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SLjoMFPZnUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/butNbZhzkDw/s1600-h/wall-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thursday evening, my 2 sisters, brother-in-law, nephew and I went to watch wall-e at Cathay. I wasn't expecting much of the movie but i was really very dazzled by it. It was really touching, romantic and a very affectionate movie albeit it was very unrealistic. haha. We went for dinner after that and headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd sis left for Hong Kong on Friday morning and I'm really missing her. I'm feeling so bored at home. -.- Can't wait for Ramadan to start, I'm sure I'll be occupied then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all for now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&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/1370541644613350018-830606709832125685?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/830606709832125685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=830606709832125685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/830606709832125685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/830606709832125685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday-evening-my-2-sisters-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SLjpm6PGIoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8XYeZC_sC0A/s72-c/wall-e.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4485449819947614731</id><published>2008-08-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:02:45.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The feeling one experiences after the long aniticipated and yet unwanted ending to a story occurs is miserable. I'm referring to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SUBRAMNIAPURAM.&lt;/span&gt; A Tamil movie named after a village. It's a mixture of gore and romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;For the non-Indians and for those who have no time to watch it, here's the stroyline:&lt;br /&gt;It's about this guy and his 2 friends who do not earn a living but live at the expense of their other friends: one who's got a job and one who's physically challenged. This guy and the daughter of whom he works here and there for are in love. Upon the request of the uncle of this girl to whom her lover is very loyal to, the lover offers to help him murder his rival to help him rise back to his position in his political group. However, when he and his friend surrender themselves to the police, in the believe that they'll be taken out on bail eith the help of this man, they realise that they were betrayed. With the help of a stranger, they get released. After which both of them get involved in a killing spree to save themselves and to ultimately kill the man who betrayed them and got them into this mess. Even then, the main guy and his lover meet up sometimes and when her uncle, the man who betrayed the two guys, finds out about this, he begs her to let him go. Left with no choice, having to put her family first, the girl relishes her love and meets her lover as usual. She cries and cries, letting her lover do all the talking. Finally, some guys who were in ambush, kill the guy. When his friend wanted to avenge him, he killed the girl's uncle and finally was killed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The most memorable part of the story was when the main guy was being killed and he looks his lover who was being dragged away from the site by her uncle. His stare was full of disbelieve and disappointment that his lover had actually betrayed him after so much and that his love had failed. Little did he know how much angst and pressure the girl went through and that she did this without a choice. But they both loved each other truly.&lt;br /&gt;I felt really miserable after the show which felt so genuine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to reality now. Just learnt that we should take no one or anything for granted and that the choices we make affect our future. Life's just like the stones on a mountain on where it has just rained. We have to take every step with as much caution as we would on the slippery stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Leaving you something to think about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4485449819947614731?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4485449819947614731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4485449819947614731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4485449819947614731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4485449819947614731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-one-experiences-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7647899131936059322</id><published>2008-08-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:22:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long, but I'm glad to type in here again. :)&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good that my final paper just ended today! I was too happy about the fact that I couldn't help but smile all the way when I handed in my paper, but apparently some of my friends thought that I felt the paper was easy. haha. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway, we went to MAD JACK cafe after school to give a surprise birthday party for pei ming, rocky and hadi. Really hope that they enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some of us left earlier to get rocky and hadi their ties cuz suk yi and I couldn't find time to get them after we took sooo loong to buy pei ming a dress last Friday. Haha. I really think that dress is very nice and that pei ming will look really sweet in it. I still can't believe the fact that we initially planned to get her a purple dress, I really wonder if she'd dare to wear it to school otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh well, after so looong, I got to eat my favourite blackforest cake, just hope that I didn't look too insightly when I licked the remains of my cake. oops. Anyway, I had a great time today, will upload the photos once I get them ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, I never celebrated my birthday with many friends or had a party for it. Instead, every year, I'd celebrate it with a cake and my family. I'd feel so blessed that I have a family to count on and another year to look forward to. When I was much younger, I used to crave for presents, haha. now, I really don't look forward to getting presents but instead giving them. And I really thank God for giving me that mentality. It feels really good and satisfying to give than to receive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok. moving on...the Olympics. Pretty sad that it ahs ended cuz I really enjoyed watching the athletes ace in their professional fields. Wow, it's just so astonishingly amazing. I think the 2 sports that I relished most were Synchronized swimming and Artistic gymanstics. For the 1st, I marvelled at the way 2 humans with totally different shapes and thinking could actually jump almost to the same height, be so coordinated and precise and sleek in every movement, turn and flip. For the latter, the complex formations and level of poise and skill of handling ropes, throwing them a few metres in the air and retreiving them from another spot...Just so impeccable...So magnificent. No doubt there's a lot of hard wrok, perserverance and training behind all these. But the fact that the athletes did it without a single flaw is still very astounding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes, when I watched the sports on tv, I'd feel that I wish I was one of them tooo. Then I'd realise that it's a bit too late cuz these athletes have been training for these since young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now that holidays are here, I just want to make good use of my time. Really look forward to a fruitful and simultaneously, a relaxing time ahead.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7647899131936059322?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7647899131936059322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7647899131936059322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7647899131936059322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7647899131936059322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-long-but-im-glad-to-type-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4180965189045416806</id><published>2008-07-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The part when all seems so blue. Everything around you is just but a mist. You try as hard as you want, but just can't seem to wake up to the light that penetrates through the thick curtains shading the windows in your room. It is as if you're glued to your bed. After trying so hard, you just want to go back to sleep. When you know that you'll be living in happiness, without any worries at least in those blissful dreams that flood you when you sleep. That feeling of satisfaction of life, albeit it is all fantasy, it will make you feel like you've never felt before in your real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I typing all these. I'm not sure. But I know that it's a feeling I've experienced at least once in my life. And if you're reading this, don't lie to yourself. I know you felt the same way when you have to get up to go to school early on Monday morning after you had a late night the previous day. I'm still experiencing so much of that tranced state and I feel so dazed nowadays. At least I know that dawn is nearby. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya. I'm having presentations this week and I'm feeling all jittery. Something that I seriously hate to feel. I can't wait to get it done and over with. The process of preparing is fin, nonetheless, when it comes to individual presentation especially, I tend to freak out. haha. Hopefully, everything goes fine. &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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227699674693846146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SIyFKBaNRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/yW1sVMG3drM/s320/blue+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happened to come across this picture while surfing the net. I felt attracted to it at first sight. Just made me feel relaxed and I think it's beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4180965189045416806?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4180965189045416806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4180965189045416806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4180965189045416806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4180965189045416806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/part-when-all-seems-so-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SIyFKBaNRII/AAAAAAAAAFw/yW1sVMG3drM/s72-c/blue+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-328480165388529270</id><published>2008-07-24T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:18:59.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been really hectic for the past few weeks with so many things to complete, epecially overwhelming reports. At least now that so many reports are done and submitted, and presentation slides in progress, I feel so much more relieved. deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, life can never be so smooth at any one time. There were some setbacks, like my friend losing a relative and she cried and cried. Me, being someone who ( unfortunately) tends to put myself in other's shoes, empathized with her, a bit too much I think. Then, I was left wondering how I'd feel if I were her. She's a whole lot better now and I'm happy for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, went for dinner with my family at clarke quay. We had Sudanese food, which is apparently Indonesian food. I thought that food wasn't too bad. Anyway, I felt really nice when I went out with my family for dinner after such a loooooooooong time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have anything much to say now.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-328480165388529270?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/328480165388529270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=328480165388529270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/328480165388529270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/328480165388529270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-really-hectic-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3159178015503557305</id><published>2008-07-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:38:39.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things just don't seem to be going smooth. I'm left wondering how tmr's going to be a better day, I'm looking forward to every passing day and to Sat. I feel relieved when in shop, no doubt my thoughts still flow back to work, but still, I enjoy my time helping out in shop, I feel like that's the only thing I have to do and I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes come true pretty often for some and once in a blue moon for others. For me, all my wishes so far have been impossible such as hoping that school will be cancelled the next day. Haha. Ya, I guess I'm too 'practical'. Right now, I'm still wishing for the impossible :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday suk yi and I caught a movie at Marina Square: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Narnia; Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;. duh.&lt;br /&gt;Manifestly, it was one of the best movies I've seen and all the magic has exhorted me further to anticipate the coming of harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince: Part 1. We then had lunch at Pizza Hut and 2nd sis craved for &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;strawberry shortcake.&lt;/span&gt; -.- She's still a child at heart. haha.&lt;br /&gt;We searched high and low and finally found it Coffee Club, but guess what. It had wine in it.&lt;br /&gt;I just got her a &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Chocolate Opera&lt;/span&gt; instead. Better sth than nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey home was packed and I suppose that bus uncles are not as self- centred as I thought when I was much younger. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy for you. Go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3159178015503557305?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3159178015503557305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3159178015503557305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3159178015503557305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3159178015503557305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-just-seem-to-be-going-smooth.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7681710138664892785</id><published>2008-06-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:00:01.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happened to do this quiz while surfing the net. It sounds true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your view on yourself:  &lt;/span&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: &lt;/span&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt; You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The right job for you: &lt;/span&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;How do you view success: &lt;/span&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt; You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt; You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7681710138664892785?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7681710138664892785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7681710138664892785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7681710138664892785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7681710138664892785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/happened-to-do-this-quiz-while-surfing.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-516875519109864347</id><published>2008-06-27T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T06:50:17.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaay! Common Tests are finally over and I'm so glad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life suddenly seems a bit out of control nowadays...I don't know what and why is it that I'm thinking about certain things that I don't wish to. I tend to day dream and fall into a somewhat tranced state...Things just go in a whirl and poof! I'm back to reality and I was supposed to be studying at that time...I lose my concentration so easily that I seem to have to cling on tightly to that usual intensity of concentration I have. Only because I know that these precious times when I pay heed to my work are rapidly decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch serials or movies where even slightly sentimental scenes are portrayed, I just loose myself in the picture too. Somehow, I've become oversensitive...All these changes...I just wonder why and I feel so annoyed and displeased that after all these...I can only wonder; nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy laying on my bed and reading my favourite book and just forget where I am, who I am, where I belong right at that moment. But right now, I just know that I'm not going to let all these affect me or my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking forward to watching Narnia on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-516875519109864347?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/516875519109864347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=516875519109864347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/516875519109864347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/516875519109864347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/yaay-common-tests-are-finally-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3718568445764499813</id><published>2008-06-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:55.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a pleasant day. I met my secondary school friends; zhi ling, mai, clara, jun jun and rathi. We went orchard together to hang out. After so looooong, we met each other and the feeling was really very nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we walked around orchard. mai was leading the way and we ended up in walking in circles. haha. Of all days, I decided to wear my new shoes today and i ended up with blisters. It was really painful and I was desperate for a pair of flats. Managed to get on at charles and keith and wore them on the spot. It was so relieving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, we bumped into hui wen, another secondary school friend so unexpectedly. She seemed a little different and it was nice to see her after such a long time too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At cineleisure, we took some shots and the best part of the day...we had doughnuts! I don't really like to eat doughnuts, but the look of it itself was so tempting. As usualy, I couldn;t resist temptation. Anyway, it was a good offer: 6 for $7, which means that we'd save quite a lot of money if we bought one each. And so, we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211015337106940050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SFE-1wdfIJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R9o0aglCbjU/s320/outing+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At cineleisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211016216316082866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SFE_o7xR-rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k4iyLpF4dD8/s320/outing2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211016385203436946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SFE_yw7KfZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Mzg-NQKME4Q/s320/outing3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;             &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Our innocent doughnuts, waiting to be savoured by us. How can it not be tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211016505897778114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SFE_5yi7-8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/0u4wUKq5NyU/s320/outing4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;One last look before we had our share. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211017113028067474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SFFAdISFAJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0oqlE3VUWds/s320/outing7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;mai, I'll really miss you till the next time we meet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then walked to pd, killed time at ljs before heading home. I hope jun jun likes what her new pair of shorts. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3718568445764499813?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3718568445764499813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3718568445764499813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3718568445764499813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3718568445764499813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-pleasant-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SFE-1wdfIJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/R9o0aglCbjU/s72-c/outing+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-862034729464828971</id><published>2008-06-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:09:04.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so lethargic nowadays and I can't help wondering why. I tend to sleep so much more often and longer these few days without failing to snooze my alarm almost everytime it rings. I have to force myself to stay awake to do my work and it is really frustrating..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether it's because of my own psychological thinking that it's holiday and I can just relax, but I know that I can't. I have tons of work to do, many people to please and of course, exercises that have to be done. haha. Ya, most probably I'm meeting suk yi for jogging tmr. Can;t wait. Jogging after ages. I wonder what kind of 'pleasant' surprises await for me! I know, all those nasty aches and cramps are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jun jun found someone to share her life with. Finally. I just hope that her life is more fulfilled now. He's really a fortunate guy. They're compatible. I'm so happy for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to do anything right now, but I have to get back to do my work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-862034729464828971?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/862034729464828971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=862034729464828971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/862034729464828971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/862034729464828971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-feeling-so-lethargic-nowadays-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-891886449276029569</id><published>2008-06-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:56.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SE1T9vy1l7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/1HZLfwNLbCQ/s1600-h/sy+hse+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, was an impactful day for me. Yes, our PEM conducted a memory session for us whereby he taught us a method to remmeber 20 random things for as long as we live! Sounds so cool right. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt that it was very enriching and fun. I really enjoyed myself a lot. Of course, I'll pay my tribute to Mr. Goh by stating all the 20 items here. Hopefully, this satisfies him, that is, of course, only if he reads my blog- which he probably doesn't even knows exists. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's the list: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1) Grandfather clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2) Pacifier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3) Chimpanzee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4) Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5) Soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6) Banana milk shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7) Skeleton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8) Microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9) Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10) Marshmallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11) Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12) Orange and banana fruit juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13) Music note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14) Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;15) Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;16) Tennis racket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;17) Pink elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;18) Blueberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;19) Oxygen tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;20) Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) I'm so pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which Mr. Goh treated us all ( only 10 of us turned up) to pizza and chicken wings. No doubt it was delicious. Thks a lot Mr. Goh, really appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, we went over to suk yi's place. We played PS2, which I was extrememly lousy at. We played games that we used to when we were little girls, danced around, joked and chit chat. I really enjoyed my time there. Thks for accommodating us suk yi! haha. Here are some pics we took. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209911636284721810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SE1TB6fsypI/AAAAAAAAAEw/v7WGvjb1QBg/s320/sy+hse+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;aishyah and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209912097081175442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SE1TcvGIrZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/u75PDC_6q88/s320/sy+hse+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;suk yi and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently there's something wrong the image loading, can't seem to upload any more pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, met sis, mum and nephew for lunch and had nasi padang for dinner. Ya, no doubt that it's not recommendable for dinner, but really I couldn't resist temptation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I reached home, I happened to come across a document while channel surfing. I was astounded. World's smallest mum, just 84 cm tall. Her husband's just an ordinary guy. She plays with her child in a shopping cart and her husband pushes it around while shopping. I found it very surprising and it was really an eye opener for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People come in all shapes and sizes, it is only up to us to accept them. Let alone, start a living with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've always known that looks don't matter, it is what within that matters most, at least to me. Yet, I think that this documentary was very touching. To think that a guy would go against all odds to marry an extraordianry woman and even start a family with her. Hats off to him. There's so much to think abt when it comes to such intricate matters of life.&lt;/span&gt; Then again, I'm still very young and have a looooooooooong way to go. haha. For now, what I need most is, my precious sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&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/1370541644613350018-891886449276029569?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/891886449276029569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=891886449276029569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/891886449276029569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/891886449276029569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-impactful-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SE1TB6fsypI/AAAAAAAAAEw/v7WGvjb1QBg/s72-c/sy+hse+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7177118904325492219</id><published>2008-06-05T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:56.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday mood :)</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm finding time for my beloved blog...that's because term break has started and so...I've decided to chill. haha. Sounds so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not very easy for me to tell my friends so openly about what I feel at certain times and the many things that are racing through my mind. It's through this silent blog where I feel most comfortable expressing everything I want to. I feel really delighted to have this &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PARADISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was really exhausting with so many tests flooding our days and the teachers rushing through with make-up lessons and all. Nonetheless, I still enjoyed all the time I spent with aisyah, suk yi and pei ming. Oh, ya. aisyah and suk yi are not feeling well. Just hope that they will get time to recover themselves with lots of rest before sch reopens. I'm pretty glad that my symptoms only just started instead of during sch hrs cuz my whole body is aching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to the coming week cuz I'm planning to meet zhi ling and gang after ages. We've really got so much to catch up on! Hopefully I'll also get time to meet up with moorthy and darsh cuz already I couldn't make it once and I'm still feeling bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term's MS lab, albeit were pretty risky at least for me, I enjoyed them. Here are some pics of my team mates and me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208773687417606610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SElIEkntkdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/peg0Rh8w-3U/s320/all+for+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                             MS team 3 + classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208775222591776514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SElJd7lwZwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WgEwsiG8LZg/s320/lab+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                           Go Team 3! Where's chong yao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208776841304485922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SElK8Jw8MCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1L30hYo7Amk/s320/lab+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                jie ying, nabilah and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7177118904325492219?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7177118904325492219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7177118904325492219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7177118904325492219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7177118904325492219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday mood :)'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SElIEkntkdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/peg0Rh8w-3U/s72-c/all+for+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7732111732417106992</id><published>2008-05-15T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:10:28.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Thus far, the whole week has been pretty taxing for me. I've been heading home late, squeezing in the train with so many others on the way back during the peak hour in the evenings and practically rushing to catch the train back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are still hanging in mid air no matter how much effort I put in. I'm not sure where I''m heading right now, but I just hope that I'm going the right way. Oh, today's MATHS test was simply disappointing. haha. Yes, I was pretty shocked...I later realised my stupidity. Anyways, I'm not expecting much now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Last Sunday, on Mother's Day, we went for dinner at Suntec City and I think that the service at that restaurant was really bad. Anyways, I still enjoyed the chocolate ice-cream cake. It was bitter sweet, just the way I like it. After some whimsical time playing with  the dry ice, we went to watch the 'water dance' at the fountain. I found the love messages running through the water so romantic. I was mesmerised. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking forward to Sat cuz of sis' and nephew's birthdays. Really going to enjoy my weekend to the max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7732111732417106992?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7732111732417106992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7732111732417106992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7732111732417106992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7732111732417106992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/05/thus-far-whole-week-has-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-5376087792875592771</id><published>2008-05-09T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T05:51:09.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been really long, I know. Been really busy this week. Anyway, so glad that I finally have time for blogging. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This whole week was pretty hectic. So many things happened. I had 2 tests, had to go JB with my family to catch a movie cuz apparently my 1st bro had alr booked the tickets, had to stay back almost everyday to complete the MS lab report, cca meeting...blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Mentoring Club was quite fun, was chatting with calvin all along and he seems a nice person. He sounded very experienced actually. I'm glad that I got into the department I wanted to: Science. haha. I feel quite nerdy, but at least I enjoy it! Anyway, I'm looking forward to the outing that we'll be having towards the end of the month. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Then, as usual suk yi, me and aisyah were laughing our heads off and when I recall what we laughed abt, I feel quite silly. haha. Ya, I know that it's nth new for me to say. But I'm really glad that I have laughing companions here too. I think that laughing really helps me to keep awake and alive throughout the day and also, take things easily. I feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like Fridays a lot more now that I get a 3hrs break every alt. week and so, we can go North canteen to have our lunch. See the prata man again, eat his prata...haha. Truely speaking, the food there is sooooooo much better! It feels more comfy there than at South canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my appetite seems to have grown, I don't seem to get the same satisifed feeling that I used to after a meal. I had to buy a cone ice cream to achive that satisfaction! Then, I felt guilty...Life is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-5376087792875592771?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5376087792875592771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=5376087792875592771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5376087792875592771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5376087792875592771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-really-long-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-8258117464658031179</id><published>2008-04-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:13:32.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm not sure why I'm not as hardworking as I should be. When my classmates discuss about tutorials and all, I feel a bit stressed. I've yet to do a proper tutorial, pay proper attention in lecture. Most of the times I'm feeling super sleepy and it's not like I'm lacking sleep. Well, sometimes yes, I do lack sleep. But I don't see how that makes me feel sleepy almost everyday. I practise so much self control, like really. Esp. in lectures because I'm afraid of being called out. Like duh right. It's so embarrassing and it's not like I've not felt embarrased enough esp. this entire week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't wait to meet up with my friends later. And also, of all days, today, I have to wear specs. It's for my lab actually. Lab was kinda interesting because I thought that I wouldn't really like these kind of machinery stuff and all, but when I tried it myself, I was intrigued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh, my classmates and I had prata earlier on for lunch. Although the curry given was not able to compliment the crispy prata, the fact that the prata man was kinda handsome made up for it all. I'm looking forward to my next trip to the prata stall. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-8258117464658031179?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8258117464658031179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=8258117464658031179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8258117464658031179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8258117464658031179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-sure-why-im-not-as-hardworking.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-5022684231336817291</id><published>2008-04-23T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:13:33.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was overall a very, very embarrassing day for me. Seriously, I'm surprised at myself. I don't know how I can be so blurr and innocent. I mean, really. I feel like my face has been thrown away and stepped on. haha. Not that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it all started this morning in sch. One of my classmates offered a sweet to me and she was wating for very long for my reply, I didn't even realise her calling me. I wonder what she thought when I finally said that I didn't want. Then, later, I accidentally bumped into this guy who was really much bigger in size than me. Why didn't I see where I was going and why didn't I notice such a big figure infront of me! Then, later, I realised that the fries in my bag was filling my bag with a very nasty smell. Ya, I know that it's disgusting, but I've successfully gotten rod of both the fries and the stench. :)  Then, I  interrupted a cca orientation by entering the wrong room. I couldn't find the venue for my cca orientation and even when I was on the line with my senior and he was directing me where to go, I was still so unsure. WHY. WHY ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why I just fail to see the most manifest things around me and instead keep doing the wrong things. I feel so inferior now. As in, these incidents really make me feel so silly. I should really, really, really do something to prevent myself from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;day dreaming&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully, tmr will prove to be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-5022684231336817291?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5022684231336817291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=5022684231336817291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5022684231336817291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5022684231336817291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-overall-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6602974091501415567</id><published>2008-04-20T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:48:20.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q1) 7 things/people that make you smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates, my 2 nephews, a phone msg or call from a long lost friend, good grades, an unexpected gift, reminiscence of an event, my primary school photos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q2) 7 things to do to win my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;able to make me laugh, care for me, understand me, be romantic at times, assure me tht he's time is only for me when he's with me, buy me chocolates and just make  me happy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q3) 7 things that I believe in: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ants will enter my mouth if I don't brush my teeth before sleeping, relationship with ppl around me, monotheism, better to be safe than sorry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q4) 7 things that I am afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cockroaches, beetles, upsetting others, being followed by a stranger, thunder, losing my handphone/wallet because of my absent-mindedness, nightmares.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q5) 7 things that I do everyday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eat, drink, bathe, sleep, use my handphone for some reason, talk to my family, day dreaming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q6) 7 things I want to see right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Truth show, a new bag, a PSP with crazy taxi installed, a cure for my coughing ailment, something for me to permanently stop day dreaming, a pair of flats, my room to be painted green!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Q7) 7 people I want to do this quiz: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my friends. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                                    quiz from courtesy of pei jun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6602974091501415567?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6602974091501415567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6602974091501415567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6602974091501415567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6602974091501415567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/q1-7-thingspeople-that-make-you-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7653132121229247801</id><published>2008-04-14T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:14:10.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. Today was officially the 1st day of sch. It was really nice to be with a new buncch of friends, esp. when you feel a certain bond that alr exists between each other. Ya, today I was waiting for aisha and surprisingly she wore green too! A very similar shade also. I was very surprised and still am. The whole day we spent laughing and talking abt the silliest things. Ya ya. nth unusual for me. haha. Anyway, today the 1st lesson was apparently lab and so, sch started &lt;strong&gt;1HR&lt;/strong&gt; later!That was really cool. Then, last lesson ended earlier too. yaay. I'm a happy girl. Oh, my notebook is extreeely heavy for me to handle it, carrying it ard daily to and fro. I'm really going to have to get used to it. Then...I bought my lab coat today with all the others and I think that I looked professional. haha. Whatever. Ya, everyone else did too. That was it and I feel very comfy now, sitting on my bed typing in here and having a bowl of green bean soup. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last night, 1st bro brought my 2 sisters, my mom, my 1st nephew and me to the Singapore Flyer. It was not a very thrilling experience and I feel that there wasn't much to do. As in, one just goes there for the experience. THe wheel never stops moving the whole day, so you will have to enter and exit it WHILE it is turning. It was really ffrightening for me. Later, me and my 2 sis went for a fish spa. I seriously don't know what I was thinking of myself because I felt a sudden wave of bravery brush through me and I decided to go for it. Then, when I immersed my legs in the water filled with myriad Garra Rufa or sth like taht fish, I felt all ticklish and uncomfortable when the fish were nibbling at my legs. haha. Right now I can still feel that nibbling sensation. It was really uncomfy. So, I kept wriggling my legs so that the fish won't come near my legs. haha. What a waste of money and time. Anyway, we then had dinner at this Indian restaurant there. I really have to say that the food and service there was very commendable. That's it for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7653132121229247801?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7653132121229247801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7653132121229247801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7653132121229247801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7653132121229247801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4871319683960068335</id><published>2008-04-03T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:19:39.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its' not that I'm neglecting my blog. It's just that I really can't find the right time to sit down and let my reflections flow down for me to type in peacefully. Anyway, there are not many updates to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last Tues, I met rats for a movie date! We watched The Orphanage. The movie was recommended to me by my 1st bro. He said this the Spanish movie received many gd comments,was one of the top-rated and that it was  said that " The movie is so scary that you'll have to tell yourself theat it's just a movie, it's just a movie repeatedly."  I had high expectations and guess what, I was quite disappointed. I mean, I was not at all shaken or frightened aft the movie like how I usually would aft a gd horror movie. I'm not sure if it's because of rathi that I felt that way or whether the movie is just for believers. Then, we went to GH to visit her grandmother and embarrassed ourselves by using the wrong lift. Finally, we went home! End of the day, I realised that we hadn't taken a single shot, not even on our phones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Wed and yesterday, I had my actual orientation in sch. My classmates seem nice and I hope that we'll all be closely bonded. The 1st day was really tiring and sweaty, I could see that our OGLs were really trying hard to get us excited and enjoyed themselves too. 2nd day was more happening in the sense that we were all talking to one another much more openly and got to know a little more abt each other. Oh, and I'm very glad to have found a laughing companion. Haha. I mean, I've always had zhi ling and pei jun to laugh my head off with in my previous yrs. But, now, I thought that  I'll be the only one laughing for the slightest things, and that I'll be titled crazy by some of my friends. Alas!I found a great companion. Yesterday, pei ming and I were laughing together continuosly over our cheer lyrics and actions. To have a companion to laugh with makes a not-that-funny situation hilarious!  Ya, I know, but I really can't control my laughter most of the times. Anyway, our performance received 3rd prize and I felt very pleased. Our efforts didn't go to waste! Before left in the evening, our seniors had prepared a surprise for us adn it was disgusting tasting drink. I finished it in two big gulps and gushed down water aft that. It was really, really, gross. Haha. I'm glad it' over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Right now, I can't wait to get my OWN laptop. At least then, hopefully I'll become more IT savvy. Yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4871319683960068335?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4871319683960068335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4871319683960068335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4871319683960068335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4871319683960068335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-not-that-im-neglecting-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6169365178001335191</id><published>2008-03-11T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:56.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintan Trip :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow... I feel that my trip to bintan was indeed as fulfilling as I thought it'd would be and in God's grace, I feel very satisfied abt it. Yes, our 1st day there was exciting because we didn't know what 'wonders' of Bintan where waiting for us and couldn't really wait to explore the place. Anyway, we settled into our rooms, had a quick change of clothes and headed straight down for dinner. It was already evening when we reached bintan actually. The dinner was supposed to boost our energy at least a little. Instead, dinner turned out to be a disappointment. I mean, the food there was quite uncooked, I guess that that's the way it should have been and so, we didn't really fill our stomachs much. Thank goodness we brought along plenty of cup noodles and snacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was a lot more to our liking! We went down to the seashore, no swimming sign was put up because the currents were too strong. My sisters and I went for a spa and massage which was really, really, really a very rejuvenating experience and I felt so revitalised after it. We played pool and at the arcade which were all located at the leisure centre. Then, we booked a car and headed down to town where we did some shopping and had lunch at this authentic restaurant where we tasted sumptous indo food. Then, we all relaxed ourselves by going for a foot reflexology. It was really funny there because all the while, the one who was massaging my feet was cracking jokes and making all of us laugh. I also have to say that the ginger drink they serve was commendable. Finally, we stopped by at a local KFC and bought back some food. Later, when we reached our hotel, I felt so tired. We then had dinner and watched some local shows. End of day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3's breakfast was really very yummy! I ate to my fill and felt guilty after that. Later, we went down to the swimming pool where my nephew finally got to do what he was really looking forward to throughout the whole trip. Then, we took a bus with some other tourists to Pasar oleh-Oleh where we did all our last minute shopping for souveniers. That was the end of the whole trip. Of course there was one thing that I dreaded most: The journey back to our homeland. As much as I was looking forward to get to my precious, comfy, secure bed, I was feeling really nauseas. Yes, I am sea-sick! Furthermore, I was so unfortunate because all of a sudden one of the ferry's generators was down and for some time we were just floating on the spot before the engine was running again and I felt so, so, ugh! It was indeed an ordeal. Anyway, right now I'm happy that I'm back on my bed, recalling these moments wihtout any regrets.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177631192462607922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R9qkIyS3RjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/udckSg-J2Ns/s320/P1000045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6169365178001335191?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6169365178001335191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6169365178001335191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6169365178001335191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6169365178001335191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/03/bintan-trip.html' title='Bintan Trip :)'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R9qkIyS3RjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/udckSg-J2Ns/s72-c/P1000045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7041955677709626608</id><published>2008-03-05T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:04:49.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swift as Desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One of the very books that made me cry. I still can't believe Jubilo to be dead and I find that a man like him is just so hard to get. Yes, I know, it is all fictional. But somehow I felt very drawn and linked to the book. Anyway, for those who favour books based on the accounts of a person's life, I thinks this book's a great read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that even the slightest thing has in life can mean a lot to a person and it is indeed very useful to be thoughtful in whatever one does when one know that it's going to affect another person. Ya, tomorrow I'm going to Bintan. Hopefully, the weather there's going to be fine and I really to hope to rejuvenate myself. I just want to enjoy myself over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still ffeeling a little disappointed over what happened in the book and I can't think of anything else to type.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7041955677709626608?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7041955677709626608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7041955677709626608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7041955677709626608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7041955677709626608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/03/swift-as-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6788323378350747760</id><published>2008-03-02T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:45:19.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know that this is a very sensitive topic and that you're probably thinking why I'm thinking abt this now. Actually, I'm not going to deep into the topic, just felt like sharing something really mild abt it. Many pregnant women experience this really uncomfortable, unwanted and enegy-consuming feelings especially during their early pregnancy periods: The morning sickness. Yes, throwing up lots not just in the morning for some, but throughout the day too. Having seen my sis go through this twice and my sis-in-law ezperiencing it now, I think that there are some minor ways in which one can handle this. haha. I don't why, but I can't stop smiling, on the verge of laughing when I'm typing this. Haha. Ok, anyway... Here's tip no.1 Try your best to throw up just from your throat, not all the way from your stomach. This makes you feel less tired after the process and also, you'll feel that it's easy! Trust me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tip no.2 You have to eat lots, lots, and lots. Yes, it's not for fun that doctors and elders tell pregnant women to eat lots of fruits, vegetables, milk and all the other healthy stuff. But it's these stuff that in fact really promote your health and give your baby sufficient nutrients. As much as you hate all these stuff, force yourself to consume them. This way, when you throw up, not all the nutrients are excreted. Your body would have probably already stored some for your baby and yourself too! Also, the more you eat, the less you vomit. Trust me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tip no. 3 Occupy yourself with things that interest you when you're awake. Actually, not just you, your baby too. You could read your favourite storybooks, recipe books, comics, motherlyhood books to prepare yourself etc. If you think you're not the bookworm type, you could always surf the net for the very same useful stuff. You could also watch tv cartoons for your baby's sake or animal planet etc. Read children's books to your baby. Many things!&lt;br /&gt;Tip no.4 Exercise! If you're not the sporty type, you could still work out. I just mean slow cycling, simple matt exercises, walking etc. They too help you to reduce your morning sickness. Trust me! :)&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not an expert. No, these may not really work out for all. But, these are just some suggestions that I hope might help some if not most of my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yestrday, my family and I went to hte NATAS fair and after hours of looking around and acquiring some questions, we had finally booked a good offer. A member ship with some Malaysian air travels for a bungalow that's just a few minutes' drive away from Woodlands. My sis and I found that really exciting because of the really good and fun-filled activities they have there. I'm looking forward for a trip there!That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6788323378350747760?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6788323378350747760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6788323378350747760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6788323378350747760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6788323378350747760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/03/pregnancy.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-3422300909084559557</id><published>2008-02-26T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:48:31.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I met my sis for lunch at far east. We ate at her favourite indonesian food restaurant, Esteler 77. Actually, I don't like Indonesian food as much because even when the dishes are spicy, they tend to have a sweet taste to them, which is what i dislike the most. However, my sister's order which was fried chicken rice was extremely tasty, only that I didn't order that due to the deep-fried chicken. Haha. I'm not being health conscious but it's just that sometimes I go for "healthier" choices. Anyway, later I just bought a pair of shoes, so did my shopaholic sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later, we went to the optician because my sister's lower eyelid was so swollen, her right eye was practically sagging. Goodness! I could tell that she was going through a lot of pain. The optician, where my whole family goes to said that it was just some bacterial infection and it was very typical. Anyways, that was my day and as usual, I went to shop in the evening&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm learning how to cook certain dishes now and I'm sure that it's going to be very helpful for me in future. Like I said before, I really enjoy cooking, it's just that it can get really puzzling at times when there are too many ingredients to use and you forget when to put the right thing in. I guess PRACTISE MAKES PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-3422300909084559557?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/3422300909084559557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=3422300909084559557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3422300909084559557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/3422300909084559557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-i-met-my-sis-for-lunch-at-far.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6839262799754789205</id><published>2008-02-19T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:48:19.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, nowadays, nothing much happens and my life has all of a sudden become so routined. I feel like that are many things that I want to do, that I'd really like to do, but I can't. Maybe, it's just meant to be this way. I still remember Mrs. Anantha saying that I'll still have to find time to enjoy. I guess she's right because anyone is just bound to dislike what they're doing if what they're doing doesn't give them time and space to do what they enjoy. Yup, anyone, even a cleaner at a hawker centre deserves a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Speaking of that, I really can't wait for our trip to Bintan in a few weeks time. My family and I are going and this is really the 1st time that I'm travelling to somewhere near Singapore with my family, besides India. I love the feeling when the breeze blows through your hair when you're in the beach filled with salty white sand and cool, calm waters. It's something close to paradise. Just hope that I'll be able to rewind there. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I'm going on this trip, I'll be missing puyal. I know that my friends would understand since this is a family thing. Still, can empathize how it feels when you're really expecting someone to come for sth but the person can't make it. I'm really sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess no pain no gain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that hardwork does not really apply to just studies. When a housewife is at home washing the dishes, doing the laundry, preparing for meals, lloking after the kids. All this is also sheer hardwork. The same applies to a working woman, a construction worker, a provision shop owner etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know, a lot of people believe that me being in shop and helping out is equivalent to experiencing holidays. Well, I suppose that that's just external view. In real fact, being in shop everyday, dealing with customers with all kinds of characters, missing out lots of family time etc. are the things that are really going on. I can tell you that I don't considerthis as a holiday. I guess my family has put me through this only to realize what hardwork means. leading an easy life really should never be a choice to anyone who wishes to succeed in life. I'm really grateful to my family for letting me go thorugh all these. At first it felt like an ordeal to me, very enervating, esp. because of my allergy to dust. But I know that all these obstacles that I had had to take in my stride are things that have shaped me to become stronger and more matured in life. Now, I feel that I'm able to steer myself in the direction I really want to go towards my goal. I'm not trying to earn sympathy or boast my efforts to anyone. There's no need for me to.But I know that there are many people who empathize with thefeelings that I experienced in the beginning in shop. So, here's something to those who feel lost and thinking what they're working so hard for, doing something they dislike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Reading some of my friends' blogs, I realize how much disappointments or longings in love can hurt someone. Also, I'm surprised at the way they handle it, so subtely and with so much control over their feelings. I really admire them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6839262799754789205?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6839262799754789205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6839262799754789205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6839262799754789205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6839262799754789205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/actually-nowadays-nothing-much-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4344441770209960231</id><published>2008-02-09T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:59:32.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Goodness! I think that today's trip to jb was probably the most boring and disappointing trip that I've ever had. As in, my eldest bro , my nephew and I went, esp. to catch this comedian's movie. It ended up a totally disappointing and one of the very few movies that I eagerly wanted to end asap. Well, that was a different experience anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What that cheered me up most is the cake that my bro bought for my nephew and me at pan pacific hotel there. The people there practise real good hospitality and I felt very warm there, though it was only for a short while. Then, we were caught in an unexpected traffic jam on the way back. It was unexpected as our way to jb was a total breeze, we were accompanied only by one single car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As usual my nephew and I had great playing with each other and passing time on the way back. I guess after all, it wasn't as bad as I thought.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4344441770209960231?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4344441770209960231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4344441770209960231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4344441770209960231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4344441770209960231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodness-i-think-that-todays-trip-to-jb.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-4615242382237493596</id><published>2008-02-08T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:56:43.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FiR*stly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy chinese new yr to all my chinese friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went with my family to east coast. It was really fun with my cousin brother  joking a lot. I felt really very nice and elated when I was cycling alone, astray from my family, feeling the breeze blowing gently through my hair. It was good. It was a family outing where we just relax, have fun and enjoy! It's just that we get to do it once in a long while, so it feels really very enjoyable and pleasurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A couple of days back, I wnet back to jc and saw my friends and it was really heartening to speak and laugh with them at the exact same spot, just like the old days! I was really moved when some of them whom I'm not as close to came to  speak to me as usual too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that there's nothing much left, except that I'm really exhaisted and can hear my bed calling out to me!&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-4615242382237493596?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/4615242382237493596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=4615242382237493596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4615242382237493596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/4615242382237493596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/02/firstly-happy-chinese-new-yr-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-5201014829181443019</id><published>2008-01-31T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:30:39.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;After so many days, months and years, I've finally come to realise something: I really like doing housework a lot. I enjoy cooking, hanging and packing clothes, looking after my nephews and ironing. I mean, I really felt joy doing these work, haha. I found it weird myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around this time last yr when I was involved in puyal and had so much fun in doing so. This reminecense has really lifted up my mood lots. This yr though I'm not involved, I'm sure that I'll be enjoying the show lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that that's it for now!&lt;br /&gt;Tk care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-5201014829181443019?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5201014829181443019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=5201014829181443019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5201014829181443019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5201014829181443019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-there-after-so-many-days-months-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6822446895338332580</id><published>2008-01-27T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:57.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty elated now that Azhar has become bigger now and he looks at those who're talking to him and even responds at times. He's really a very beautiful child. Just last Thurs was his first outing when my family and I went to T3 to have a look. It was really extravagant in the sense that there were many shops and eateries there, not much of clothing outlets though. Anyway, we did have a great time there and hopefully did Azhar, although he was asleep most of the time. He's still too young to look ard. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Mrs. Anantha again just the other day at shop and was very pleased. She looks a whole lot younger and better, more refreshed too comnpared to her pregnancy period. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I twisted my nerve in my left hand again by absent-mindedly carrying sth heavy and it really hurts a lot. I went to the sinseh whom I always turn to for this problem because it really works. I have yet to untie the bandage around my hand and the smell has successfully made my family members complain.ugh, whatever. Anyway, here's a pic of me wih my new specs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R51CuFodvXI/AAAAAAAAADw/F4K9EWLlNaA/s1600-h/P1000353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160354107589770610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R51CuFodvXI/AAAAAAAAADw/F4K9EWLlNaA/s320/P1000353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&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/1370541644613350018-6822446895338332580?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6822446895338332580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6822446895338332580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6822446895338332580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6822446895338332580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-im-pretty-elated-now-that-azhar.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R51CuFodvXI/AAAAAAAAADw/F4K9EWLlNaA/s72-c/P1000353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-8941151009119359509</id><published>2008-01-16T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:56:54.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived?</title><content type='html'>Wow. I can guess why pei jun asked me if I'm missing in action. It's been some time since I've blogged, but I've really been busy and I've been staying over at my sis place where there's evidently no computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My nephew's been really sick with some viral infection and even had to be admitted, so I was in and out of the hospital because he cried badly most of the times. So, his first day to school was postponed. I brought him to school for the 1st 3 days and back home. I really feel that he's a very well- behaved boy in school, not at all like what he is at home or out. Then, my 2nd sis also really needed my company prior to the loss of her late close friend. Then also came pongal business, pongal being a festival for the hindhus when shop was overcrowded for abt 3 days, during the weekends; I was there for the whole day helping out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;One thing that really brightened up my day a whole lot was the presence of Mrs. Anantha at shop on Sunday morning. It was really nice to meet her and her family, they were all very nice too. Also, my nephew and I went to see the cows and goats displayed at cambell lane to signify pongal festival. haha. That was a really exciting experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just full of ups and downs and I really can't wait for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A*pR*il.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buaix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-8941151009119359509?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8941151009119359509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=8941151009119359509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8941151009119359509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8941151009119359509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/deprived.html' title='deprived?'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-5506872641189596111</id><published>2008-01-02T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:16:54.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>I realised many things just on the last day of last yr, the day one of my closest relative passed away. Iwas really heart-broken and I was in no state to do anything. Even for this little while when I was in shop that day so that my brother coul attend the funeral too, I found it extremely difficult, like I was struggling to force a smile on my face for the customers. I just remained with a sloemn face then. Only then did I come up with some better R*esolutions than I previously had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1) Always treasure everyone around you, especially those who are dear to you. You really would not know how long you or anyone else will live. Life is really very unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2) Never let my faith in God falter as He is the one who decides every single thing. He is the one who gives me everything and is able to take it away any moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3) Do and Be my Best in whatever I do or am. I know that what I work hard for will yield something special for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4)Be more tolerant towards everyone I know, even my neighbour, although I can't think of a time when I wasn't toleratn with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5) Appreciate my mother more, more &amp;amp; lots more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6) Be more matured. I'm going to be more understanding and more decisive. I don't want to be fussy anymore, even in buying clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7)Learn something new. eg Playing a musical instrument, cooking new dishes, sign language etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8) Not to bother about what people might think of me anymore. I just want to be who I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to fulfill all of them and become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-5506872641189596111?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/5506872641189596111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=5506872641189596111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5506872641189596111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/5506872641189596111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2008/01/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-764878193415007831</id><published>2007-12-30T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:59.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi there!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Past few days were the reason why I've not been blogging lately. I've really been very sick with the cough and flu. It's really contagious and it soinds like the whole of s'pore has gotten it. haha. I mean, many ppl I know have gotten it. Thanks a lot to the doc for giving me some really strong cough mixture, now my cough has somewhat subsided and my phlegm is no longer bothering me. hurray! I feel so much more "free" in my nasal passage way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My new nephew's doing rather well by entertaining us all here and there with a really sweet smile when he's asleep. I like holding him in my arms and cuddling him because he's so small and , and, so, baby-ish. Here are some shots of him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149754682577784146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R3eamWd0DVI/AAAAAAAAADY/iQdLjIBd2EQ/s320/P1000278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The new born dude's sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149754880146279778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R3eax2d0DWI/AAAAAAAAADg/jcwEwDmzQFA/s320/P1000279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149755116369481074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R3ea_md0DXI/AAAAAAAAADo/AMVUqThwiYs/s320/P1000282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He's still sleeping. I had to take this shot, I tried the same shot for his nose, but, he's face was so small that his lips had to be in the pic too. haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess that's it for now. Tk care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;buaix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-764878193415007831?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/764878193415007831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=764878193415007831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/764878193415007831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/764878193415007831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R3eamWd0DVI/AAAAAAAAADY/iQdLjIBd2EQ/s72-c/P1000278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-2074993073787853718</id><published>2007-12-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:17:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some of the Kollywood stars are coming over to Singapore for a show which they're going to perform tmr.&lt;br /&gt;So, some ppl were invited for dinner tonight with them. My family and I are going too. Actually, my 2nd sis is supposed to go instead of me. Since she said that she didn't want to, I'll have to replace her ticket. That's really irritating. I mean, I don't want to go there where the stars don't even smile at you, they're stuck-up and you'll wish that you weren't there at all. That's the precise reason why my sis refused to go. ugh. This is annoying!I just hope to see Vijay which will brighten up my day. My mother's crazy abt this producer-actor radhika( main reason why we're going for this dinner). I bet she's going to have the time of my life, I just hope radhika would acknowledge my m,other's craze for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough's getting from bad to worse and I'm planning to go suck out my phlegm at the hospital. I've heard abt this process before and I think it's going to be painful. But, no pain no gain. Gain is that I'll be phlegm- free in future and hence, won't be falling sick due to flu &amp;amp; cough as often as now. I just have to find out more abt this. After all, health is wealth!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buaix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-2074993073787853718?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/2074993073787853718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=2074993073787853718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/2074993073787853718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/2074993073787853718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-there-today-some-of-kollywood-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-515556942424057753</id><published>2007-12-19T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:25:48.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hellos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today's Hari Raya Haj for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I like festival days a lot, but we don't really celebrate Haj as much as Puasa. So, ya, just at home and later, we're going over to my eldest sis hse for lunch. Today she'll be discharged from the hospital, so she'll be going home with her new baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday we chose a name for our new nephew and I think it's wonderful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MOHAMED AZHAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It means very bright.So, may he grow up to be a very bright&amp;amp; brilliant boy. I'm pretty sAd that I've got sth on on the day when my friends have called me out to celebrate another friend's birthday. :( I guss we coould always meet up some other time. It's just that now that we're not in the same school, it's so much harder and more rare that we meet up. It's just those little msgs that we send each other that console me. Thinking abt this, I really miss my sec sch time lots. We use to really laugh a lot, do lame things, embarrass ourselves and make fun of our teA*cheR*s (oops!). Haha. I'm glad that I have such wonderful fR*iends. 3 cheers to them! That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;buiax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-515556942424057753?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/515556942424057753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=515556942424057753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/515556942424057753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/515556942424057753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/hellos-todays-hari-raya-haj-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6224394951023229480</id><published>2007-12-17T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:54:33.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby, new life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really beyond excited that my fingers are shaking as I type this. Yesterday, my sis was told to admit herself for labour pain. We waited the whole evening but she didn't fell any pain. Just this mornig ard 4am she felt severe pain I guess. I was deep asleep, I couldn't hear anyone calling out my name to wake me up or even my phone ring this morning to inform me abt my&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; NEW NEPHEW's&lt;/span&gt; birth!I am really thrilled. Now, I'm just waiting for my brother to get ready so that we can go visit him. I can't wait. It feels like me, not just me, well all of us have been waiting for this v. day for nine whole mths. Anyway, asap I'll try to upload his photo in the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TK care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buaix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;NisA*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-6224394951023229480?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6224394951023229480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6224394951023229480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6224394951023229480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6224394951023229480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-baby-new-life.html' title='New baby, new life.'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-8755796578493098072</id><published>2007-12-13T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:49:03.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yup, yup, back again after a really long time. Here to share sth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My cruise trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went to Royal Carribean Cruise for a 3D2N trip to KL. It was really enjoyable. I went there with my 2nd sis, my older brother and my nephew. My older brother sponsored this trip for us, thanks a lot brother! I came back yesterday morning itself. My delay for this post was because of 2 reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) I was really sick, bed-ridden after all the enjoyment at least. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) I cdn't find the usb for my camera! This annoyed me so much, I got angry with my sis for nth. I felt bad abt this aft some time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways, back to abt the trip. My sis and I were rather casual abt the trip because we were not really excited abt it. But then, when we heard abt it on the channel 5 news the night b4 our trip, we got head over heels abt it! haha. We were totally thrilled abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I took lots and lots of pics! yups. Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143432947374701778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2ElA7pPPNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZgEw86ywFTc/s320/P1000137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;1st pic I took fr the coach. overexcited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143439260976626914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EqwbpPPOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9YEVrt9ZaaE/s320/P1000138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me&amp;amp; my sis. We were all waiting in the coach cuz apparently, the queue to board the ship was too long prior to the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143439875156950258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2ErULpPPPI/AAAAAAAAABA/5EZzSKl5usc/s320/P1000140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shots of the cabin in which we stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143440257409039618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2ErqbpPPQI/AAAAAAAAABI/NybATOUQg-8/s320/P1000142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143440897359166738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EsPrpPPRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8wDEsC2IYGk/s320/P1000168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143441464294849826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EswrpPPSI/AAAAAAAAABY/oxwfU4_Oab8/s320/P1000182.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143442065590271282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EtTrpPPTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jvC6Em8o8NQ/s320/P1000189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143442619641052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2Etz7pPPUI/AAAAAAAAABo/70yUKJ0M6j0/s320/P1000194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favourite scene in the entire cruise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143443006188109138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EuKbpPPVI/AAAAAAAAABw/sCXBKPlNgSY/s320/P1000197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;haha. You've got to tilt your head the way I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143443491519413602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EumrpPPWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OIW-fiXyxEw/s320/P1000200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;unwillingly smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143443903836274034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2Eu-rpPPXI/AAAAAAAAACA/y78YP47ThPg/s320/P1000201.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143444333333003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EvXrpPPYI/AAAAAAAAACI/WAsQSRS0W80/s320/P1000210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143444857319013778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2Ev2LpPPZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OKR2K80ZJns/s320/P1000220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;DAY 2. Port Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143445286815743394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EwPLpPPaI/AAAAAAAAACY/FVQKn6i6ZJ4/s320/P1000225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I really like the balcony a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143445900996066738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2Ewy7pPPbI/AAAAAAAAACg/1tIFuN_1thM/s320/P1000228.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143446407802207682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2ExQbpPPcI/AAAAAAAAACo/L1AFidpavQE/s320/P1000233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143446871658675666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2ExrbpPPdI/AAAAAAAAACw/6SAugutLq9M/s320/P1000235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143447275385601506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EyC7pPPeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/l83GBCH85Ec/s320/P1000244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143447799371611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2EyhbpPPfI/AAAAAAAAADA/shW6OarRf7A/s320/P1000238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143448301882785282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2Ey-rpPPgI/AAAAAAAAADI/Q4d3CoxiDDE/s320/P1000269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time, not just in the pic but for me now too. haha. I'll posts more pics in the nx entry ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NisA*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1370541644613350018-8755796578493098072?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/8755796578493098072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=8755796578493098072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8755796578493098072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/8755796578493098072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/cruise-trip.html' title='Cruise trip'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R2ElA7pPPNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZgEw86ywFTc/s72-c/P1000137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-7027098378002423558</id><published>2007-12-09T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:47:21.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUISE TIME!</title><content type='html'>Heys!&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I'm going on a cruise this afternoon, it's a 2D3N cruise and i really can't wait to board it. My brother booked the tickets for us and he claims that it's the 1st European cruise coming to S'pore. What made me really thrilled was that news abt the cruise was actually telecasted on the news last night. I had no idea how well'known the cruise was till yeasterday. Wow! I'm feeling butterfllies in my stomach. haha. I'm just waiting for my older sis to come because she's bringing our nephew here whose going to come PARTY with us on the cruise yeah. I bet you he'll enjoy himself a lot. The website said that the cruise has a lot to offer for young kids there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd sis is currently boring me with her talk abt what she'd be doing if she had gone to work today. Whatever. Ya, she's coming to the cruise to. That makes 4 of us, including my older bro who booked all the tickets for us. Thanks a lot brother! UI'm wondering how much of the facilities we'll get to enjoy there coz' on the 2nd day we'll be alighting at KL for some SHOPPING yeah!woo! Anyways, I got some of these photos from the cruise's website:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1370541644613350018-7027098378002423558?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/7027098378002423558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=7027098378002423558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7027098378002423558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/7027098378002423558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/cruise-time.html' title='CRUISE TIME!'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1370541644613350018.post-6786479111473896327</id><published>2007-12-09T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:49:03.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st step into my garden.  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R1vexY_5FVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vnssM4FGRWU/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141948339678942546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R1vexY_5FVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vnssM4FGRWU/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hellos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yup, this is my 1st blog in all my life and I'm very happy abt it. 1stly, to all those reading this, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WELCOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since I'm not so IT savvy, obviously, I didn't create this blog myself. Duh. I'm really grateful to jun jun for helping me do all these complicated stuff for me. All I had to do was just and only to type in my entries. Thanks a lot jun jun! I know you're smiling now. Hope this made you happy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey, one final thing, don't forget to leave a tag whenever you can k! Thanks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;buaix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NisA*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff00;"&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/1370541644613350018-6786479111473896327?l=beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/feeds/6786479111473896327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1370541644613350018&amp;postID=6786479111473896327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6786479111473896327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1370541644613350018/posts/default/6786479111473896327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-paradise.blogspot.com/2007/12/1st-step-into-my-garden.html' title='1st step into my garden.  :)'/><author><name>NisA*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10349616723897475796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/SRsXw9foHNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/90UXOrkILdk/S220/deep4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nfBzXncqBXg/R1vexY_5FVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vnssM4FGRWU/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
