<?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-20777736</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:46:38.157+08:00</updated><category term='Food theraphy is next to retail.'/><category term='let&apos;s end the month quickly.'/><category term='I was finally introduced to the guy who turns me on in sch'/><category term='Music makes people go yeah.'/><category term='It&apos;s time for more dates.'/><category term='Can I have your no coz I lost my phone'/><category term='I&apos;m ready to give you my name.'/><category term='You&apos;ll be missed'/><category term='Soggy bread and minced chicken in Coke'/><category term='BBQ prawns baby and dog and bone.'/><category term='I want to be a business chic'/><category term='Panpad.'/><category term='Forwaded emails are one of a kind.'/><category term='wow'/><category term='That song Secret Love by Jojo'/><category term='The mother was glad that it was not pants I brought home.'/><category term='God bless and enjoy weekends.'/><category term='What a malay mat would say'/><category term='I feel lost in my projects la dey.'/><category term='Call me Ronmoposh.'/><category term='Macaroni goreng'/><category term='I think I lost 200gm from all the jumping.'/><category term='Fear of dying in a crash.'/><category term='We were in checkered today'/><category term='Fcking random.'/><category term='A night that went all wrong.'/><category term='Durability means Nokia'/><category term='I&apos;m skipping work tomorrow for more fun'/><category term='To dance like him.'/><category term='Last teen year.'/><category term='Now what do I do about you?'/><category term='I&apos;m going broke sooner than I thought.'/><category term='Coz absence makes the heart fonder.'/><category term='how can?'/><category term='Yong Tau Fu and you.'/><category term='If I didn&apos;t say no.'/><category term='When really tanned Thais looked like Malay boys.'/><category term='Wentworth Miller is 30+ years old.'/><category term='Friends; what do we do without them.'/><category term='I&apos;m listening to Spice Girls hohoho'/><category term='Useful indemnity form'/><category term='Imagine if this entry hits the press'/><category term='I still have stamina.'/><category term='&quot;Kelakar die tak boleh ang.&quot;'/><category term='I&apos;m missing out on something tonight.'/><category term='The food issue and other issues.'/><category term='Now I&apos;m Britney Brownie.'/><category term='Hello mofo.'/><category term='then.'/><category term='Flashback'/><category term='What about you?'/><category term='It&apos;s so nice to be happy.'/><category term='even so you don&apos;t care.'/><category term='Just random.'/><category term='I&apos;m almost broke'/><category term='ho ho'/><category term='You&apos;re an affective person.'/><category term='I do.'/><category term='I won&apos;t be back so soon.'/><category term='Neighbour love'/><category term='You&apos;re so whatever and fuck is so a decade ago.'/><category term='I&apos;m awake at 930 on a Sunday'/><category term='I spent almost an hour doing it.'/><category term='Late night chicken chop'/><category term='I love bass.'/><category term='K-Nite is so funny.'/><category term='I&apos;ve a friend who&apos;s horny but true.'/><category term='Papayas and Koko Krunch'/><category term='Shopping for boyfriend'/><category term='I&apos;ve loved a best friend'/><category term='I&apos;m so deprived of Starbucks.'/><category term='Swensen&apos;s cheese sticks was the sex.'/><category term='Hate&apos;s a strong word'/><category term='KSL'/><category term='I love Thursdays coz of PB.'/><category term='That&apos;s why I choke.'/><category term='Happy bunking as well.'/><category term='Ok gadget equals money and I&apos;m counting on Raggie to get a good deal.'/><category term='You were on my mind'/><category term='I choose to blog on this at 2:29am to be exact.'/><category term='handsome shirts.'/><category term='Pictures that tell.'/><category term='can I still call you Jack?'/><category term='What&apos;s Halloween without a good scare?'/><category term='You got a problem with me'/><category term='Can&apos;t go to sleep just yet.'/><category term='I want to be a French student can'/><category term='I know'/><category term='Eat your heart out'/><category term='please lend me Britney&apos;s karaoke vcd.'/><category term='I&apos;m missing my Spice Girls already.'/><category term='Something about Hair-y.'/><category term='And it was Raya with them lovelies yesterday.'/><category term='What if I turn into a lesbian?'/><category term='Thanks for the talk.'/><category term='I swear I felt like a fool yesterday at the petrol kiosk.'/><category term='Let&apos;s not just talk.'/><category term='I don&apos;t know'/><category term='KSL. Muhammad Faiz Bin Ramdan'/><category term='I saw but I looked away.'/><category term='He&apos;s my neighbour love and he calls me kental.'/><category term='Food for thought'/><category term='just coffee will do.'/><category term='Never felt so pretty before'/><category term='Music is one thing everyone anyone can relate to.'/><category term='What about Gym Class Heroes'/><category term='When my bottle of Vodka was left unnoticed.'/><category term='months VS years'/><category term='let nature takes it&apos;s course'/><category term='It&apos;s the typical what-I-did-for-the-week kinda post'/><category term='I went home straight to do my work.'/><category term='Maybe I&apos;ll call you Tim.'/><category term='It could&apos;ve been been dirtier.'/><category term='It was over the radio y&apos;all'/><category term='so sexyback la.'/><category term='They have DS too'/><category term='Terribly busy that Friday nights are spent home-ing.'/><category term='yes the video was sex-ous la.'/><category term='In need of activities'/><category term='It&apos;s the little things that we share'/><category term='Birthday boys.'/><category term='I didn&apos;t pop the drink.'/><category term='When the butt sat for close to 3hours.'/><category term='Checkered just like you liked it.'/><category term='we clicked.'/><category term='The 3 yous.'/><category term='You don&apos;t make me happy'/><category term='And it was you after all.'/><category term='Adli and Darren'/><category term='I&apos;m grateful for a good day today.'/><category term='You wanted to test me against time'/><category term='I&apos;m digging Summer Love by JT.'/><category term='At this rate'/><category term='revenge.'/><category term='always.'/><category term='What the hell'/><category term='Butterflies in the stomach of a rockstar.'/><category term='I thought I was becoming deaf.'/><category term='What about Arctic Monkeys'/><category term='And when you started calling me your missus&apos;'/><category term='Afro'/><category term='Raggie said study for main and supp paper hohohoho'/><category term='period.'/><category term='I don&apos;t need you jackass'/><category term='Sausage this is for you.'/><category term='I couldn&apos;t stop smiling.'/><category term='It wasn&apos;t lame afterall.'/><category term='Althea'/><category term='That junior of mine made me high'/><category term='Have a safe flight to and fro Nadia.'/><category term='fat'/><category term='Who to move on to? I meant Posh.'/><category term='You gotta help me make things right too.'/><category term='A damn real theory.'/><category term='Tom Yam had me kicking.'/><title type='text'>Talk Less, Speak More</title><subtitle type='html'>A little less conversation&lt;br&gt;
A little more action</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>613</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7886097131356541838</id><published>2011-02-24T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:39:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the Heart</title><content type='html'>I don't even know if anyone still reads my blog. All I know is that there's been a growth of spammers on my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm nursing a heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of thinking of all the what if's and whys, coz clearly it wouldn't change a thing. Our paths met, went through a crossroad and got separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really heartbroken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7886097131356541838?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7886097131356541838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7886097131356541838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7886097131356541838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7886097131356541838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2011/02/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the Heart'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4980477038894709285</id><published>2010-12-24T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:24:29.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Eat To Celebrate</title><content type='html'>I'm a happy kid coz I did unexpectedly well for my exams! Alhamdulillah. I did some major blunders, like missing my online quiz, late report submission, but thankfully I managed to pass all. Some with flying colours too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way how this year is ending for me. Just recently finished a big Xmas event of work, which totally drained me out. I had to clock in extra hours, everything was pretty much straining form the planning to execution. This is partially because of the great team I'm working with, though they maybe young, all of them put in an equal effort to make this event a success. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash is settling well with his work too. Though his shift hours suck, I'm slowly adapting to the changes. Nothing is gained without any hardships. We usually avoid talking about the future mainly coz he doesn't like it. But somehow unknowingly we do. I don't want anything just yet, I just pray that the future will settle in well for the both of us. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm really looking forward to January. It's not gonna be as hectic as before, gonna take this few week to bum around and have tons of coffee and cake. All of these before school starts end of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, i'm still waiting for the bus to work and it's still not here yet. Gahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4980477038894709285?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4980477038894709285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4980477038894709285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4980477038894709285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4980477038894709285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-eat-to-celebrate.html' title='I Eat To Celebrate'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4863443117659320124</id><published>2010-12-12T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:48:22.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging In Bed Under The Blanket</title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday and I'm still bed, I deserve a few mins more after a hectic full shift the day before. The house is empty and there's no food, what a great Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could make pancakes? Omg there's icecream in the fridge too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I never did really quite like December for the past 3 years. Lookin at the line I'm in, it's one of the busiest month. Adding on, it's crazier this year. Imagine this, early Nov got jitterbug for exam, mid Nov mad mugging for exam, end Nov sit for exam, then straight back to work, from one pile of event to another. All this planning, preparation and execution it's damn tiring. Instead I'm looking forward go January, prolly gonna clear whatever leave and just be a potato couch, chips and icecream in hands watching Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yesterday I saw something I've never seen before. A friend of mine was shaking so badly in pain. I almost had my first ride in an ambulance. Thankfully, she's allright now, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I went to bed feeling so sad yesterday. I don't wish to resort to pouring whatever I feel here, makes my situation even more pathetic. But then again, yah, it's kinda depressing. Nevertheless I managed to sleep through it. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh, what should I whip up for brunch?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4863443117659320124?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4863443117659320124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4863443117659320124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4863443117659320124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4863443117659320124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/12/blogging-in-bed-under-blanket.html' title='Blogging In Bed Under The Blanket'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8329225654328944773</id><published>2010-12-12T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:38:50.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tummy Ache</title><content type='html'>I felt so contained yesterday night. All I did was just sleep it off. Let's see just how long I can do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a 2 weeks rest before I start mugging for the exams. I remember how sucky it was, all of my off days were dedicated to assignments. It's 11am now, I'm rolling in bed and still thinking of what to do later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash has been going for interviews lately, ORD-ing in December. I'm so proud of him, I never thought he would be this proactive. I'll support him in whatever ways I can, from a little good luck to reminding him of firm handshake. I see myself settling down with this man, though maybe it's too soon say it, but I've faith. I told him this before, go get your dreams and not just settle with what is comfortable. He wants to own his own foodplace someday, with his skills, experience and aspiration, maybe he just will. And I'll be the one running the business part of the business. Insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about career, it's been close to 3 years I've been this company. I'm happy with where I am right now, but I do wanna do other things in the future. I'm hoping to carry the skills I have wherever I go next. Once I graduate, my degree and experience will definately bring me somewhere, insya'allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff with the seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bumming at home today sounds like a plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8329225654328944773?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8329225654328944773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8329225654328944773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8329225654328944773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8329225654328944773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/12/tummy-ache.html' title='A Tummy Ache'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-579893327943669844</id><published>2010-10-25T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:28:26.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to change my lifestyle, just maybe. I greet mornings at 12pm whenever I'm working afternoon shift. How like that? Am I a living pig or a wannabe tai-tai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's school over, period, I'm kinda glad I have more time to myself. No more last min rushing, or worries to submit and assignment. Exams are coming end of Nov for me, I don't have a choice but to work really hard for this paper. Since I missed the 20% weightage of online quiz. Fuckity fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-579893327943669844?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/579893327943669844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=579893327943669844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/579893327943669844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/579893327943669844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1012030549637162065</id><published>2010-10-18T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:49:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Blogs Don't Talk Back</title><content type='html'>Everytime I step in, I came out all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I keep telling myself, tests Fron God. There's a reason why I'm with you, there's a reason why this happens. Whatever the reason, I hope it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the best person to love is someone who not only can make you happy, but one who can tear you apart, rage you red and worry the wits out of you. Bearing in mind, such emotions don't bring positive repercussions all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this what in feeling right about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1012030549637162065?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1012030549637162065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1012030549637162065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1012030549637162065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1012030549637162065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-blogs-don-talk-back.html' title='Because Blogs Don&amp;#39;t Talk Back'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1442512501004749782</id><published>2010-09-13T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:18:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Flying Sooner Than I Thought</title><content type='html'>My oh my, it's September already. That's really fast. Right about now, everyone's still in the midst of celebrating Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I paused for abit, and thought of how soon 2011 is gonna greet me sooner than I thought. There's no way that I can slow it down, I need to some catching up! Have you? I shan't ponder much longer about time now, it won't change a thing. The only thing that I can change is, how I wanna spent these last few months before the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm 22 this year, already. I'm a daughter, a sister, a partner, a friend, a manager and a student, all at one go. What a joy ride. I've seen and experience quite a few things this year - my niece taking her first few steps, my dad warded in ICU for 2 months; just to name a few. Adding on, myself fussing over school again. And on top of this, all the other little things that matter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school, it sucks, like SUCKS BIG TIME, almost all assignments are due during the festive period. I just can't stop complaining, on Facebook, Twitter and now my Blog too. Other than that, I pretty much enjoyed being busy with assignments and deadlines. The thrill of completing a prefect(well maybe close to perfect) piece of work, within a given time, gives me a sense of satisfaction. No doubt part time studying isn't easy, but I'm managing well, aside with late nights and complaints, alhamdulillah. I'm taking time to blog while waiting a certain Statistics application to be downloaded, how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can blog at the convenience of my phone, I'm just so lazy most of time. But when I finally do, like now, suddenly I have so many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a funny thought I'd like to share. I had this crazy idea of setting up a party company, party organizers to be exact. I'm not surprised with this random thought of mine, I work in a children's environment, m workplace is about fun fun fun and I deal parties most of time. So why not right? Because I believe it can be a flourishing business if you know which ropes to pull, and where your resources are. This crazy idea is just so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, not forgetting my ultimate business dream, a book cafe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to end abruptly here, heading back to my Statistics assignment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1442512501004749782?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1442512501004749782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1442512501004749782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1442512501004749782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1442512501004749782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-is-flying-sooner-than-i-thought.html' title='Time Is Flying Sooner Than I Thought'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4628044198782153746</id><published>2010-07-28T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:15:30.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4628044198782153746?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4628044198782153746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4628044198782153746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4628044198782153746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4628044198782153746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7949953468969750923</id><published>2010-07-27T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:22:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be A Disney Princess!</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to stop behaving like a princess. It's 1pm and I'm still rolling in bed. No work today, I plan to do a couple of things though, but I'm pretty sure I won't get it all done. My middle name is lazy you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going dating later, but we don't know where to head what to do. If it was a movie, The Crazies might me as good as Inception, I've yet to catch the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I really need now, it's an undergarment compartment. Coz my bras and undies are all jumbled up, it's get annoying everytime I wanna find something cute to put on, its somewhere deep in the cupboard. That explains why sometimes I'm late for my appointments. Talking about undies, I feel Topshop should bring back it's Girlboxer collection. I remember owning at 6 of it. It's so colourful, and more importantly comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that aside, remember I said I gained weight? Yeah I'm gonna drag my ass out for a jog later. Previously when I did a few days back, I gave up too quickly. Te concoction on mozarella cheese prata and icecream in my body got the better if me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lookig forward to pay day, after whatever necessary bills are settled, think I'm gonna start Raya shopping. Clearly I wanna avoid the Ramadhan bazaar. Kachings don't come in handy nowadays, with bills to pay, school fees to save for, groceries to buy, I hardly have alot for myself. Nevertheless, I'm thankful for the little non-material things I get at the end o the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I better take a shower now man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7949953468969750923?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7949953468969750923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7949953468969750923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7949953468969750923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7949953468969750923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-grow-up-i-wanna-be-disney.html' title='When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be A Disney Princess!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7428873909280605072</id><published>2010-07-27T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:02:43.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenue of Speech</title><content type='html'>Facebook and Twitter made me ditch you, Blogspot. But then again, blogging is way more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, I'm twenty twoooooo! Pretty much thankful with what I got, definately one of the best jobs in the world, small but loving family, more than awesome partner and friends that I truly care for. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a waveboard in hand, still haven't got the hang of it though. Ash us kind enough to entertain me under my void deck, hahaha. Bags bags bags, girls can never get enough of it. Other knick knacks, vouchers too, just some of the birthday gifts I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my niece Maiya is growing up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many I wanna type, but in just doing it all in brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with Ash is definately smooth sailing, alhamdulillah. Hardly any confrontations, I'm glad we finally found this common understanding. Coming 2 years, I'm looking forward to take another holiday with him. We totally deserve it, I love you handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem now, my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get to the cinema, my last movie was Toy Story 3. I feel like such a lagger, coz all those great films, I've yet to watch. With school, work, family, dating and friends, time is not on my side. Booooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah, the ups and dows of being old, increasing responsibilities that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world, more quick updates to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7428873909280605072?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7428873909280605072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7428873909280605072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7428873909280605072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7428873909280605072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/07/avenue-of-speech.html' title='Avenue of Speech'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8306645953758180228</id><published>2010-06-17T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:17:10.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Call Away</title><content type='html'>The one thing I like about being in love, is having your sleepy voice heard in the morning, and your lethargic one heard at night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8306645953758180228?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8306645953758180228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8306645953758180228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8306645953758180228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8306645953758180228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-call-away.html' title='One Call Away'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3814769133089409219</id><published>2010-06-10T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:20:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's My Princess</title><content type='html'>I believe as of now, I'm a great aunt. And hopefully in the future I'll be just as awesome as a mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3814769133089409219?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3814769133089409219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3814769133089409219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3814769133089409219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3814769133089409219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-my-princess.html' title='She&amp;#39;s My Princess'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-9084254383070623490</id><published>2010-06-05T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:29:24.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New? Change.</title><content type='html'>I guess along the way there are somethings that arise for me to realise, like some things I thought wouldn't be te way other people think. And naturally, you'd put and support your thoughts first ahead of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think again, just maybe I'm not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then other questions starts lingering in my head, crazy doubts and unthinkable what ifs. The more I think about it, the scarier I get. But then again, on my side, whatever I feel, isn't it partially justifiable too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new, opinions clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone telling you, "Youre not te person I used to know.", it's either you've changed or the person doesn't know you enough. Though both arw equitable to a certain extent, isn't change constant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've always worked it out, and I believe it always will. Though hope is an over rates understatement, without hope, nothing will or will about to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that even though you know yourself better, at times it takes another party to tell you so. Sometimes how you are as a person is so passing, and unintentionally you do things to othe people that you don't like other people to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've known, from you, is that there's a calmer me that I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that this entry feels all over the place, it's meant to be that way. I don't wish to lay everything on the table. Give it some thoughts, and start thanking the people who've helped find the 'you' in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-9084254383070623490?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/9084254383070623490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=9084254383070623490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/9084254383070623490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/9084254383070623490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-new-change.html' title='What&amp;#39;s New? Change.'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7664841774354317190</id><published>2010-05-05T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:04:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Your Sleeping Child</title><content type='html'>And so yesterday I went to talk cock sing some songs with my fav girls and Chinese boys. Becoz the last time they went I wasn't able to make it, I had to be there this time around. The initial plan was to was over to Chevrons. To our dismay, the place was close for some function. At that instant, my bump went to the ground and I started makind whine-like sounds. I seriously can't believe I did that, but I did. The rest started swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gervais quickly suggested alternatives, thankfully we ended up at Party World Clementi. That was how desperate we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision has only been so so for me, I deserve a kick in the butt. The only module I'm worried of it Quantitative Methods, I just need to dedicate more time to do practice work. Can't beleive I'm really doing this, working and studying; one time I can be fussing over store operations and at the another time with assignments and exams. Gimme my gild corset get-up, I'm Wonderwoman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7664841774354317190?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7664841774354317190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7664841774354317190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7664841774354317190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7664841774354317190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-your-sleeping-child.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Your Sleeping Child'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6609846827526525455</id><published>2010-05-04T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:09:37.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because All Good Things Come To An End</title><content type='html'>If there's one person that can affect me the most right now, it's my partner, not you anymore. Simply said, you're a jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6609846827526525455?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6609846827526525455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6609846827526525455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6609846827526525455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6609846827526525455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='Because All Good Things Come To An End'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-605687464175219346</id><published>2010-04-30T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:58:55.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always A Light</title><content type='html'>Dad just it back home from a long walk, I think it was close to 2hrs and it got mom really worried. That's how different things are with my family now, due to dad's health condition. Back then, he use to go to places so far just to get things; like a haircut and awesome chicken rice at Clementi. But now, a mere distance walk can leave him breathless, let alone a 2hr disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much the 'man' of the house now, brother can't be there for us all the time since he has his own family. Nevertheless without him, I'll be so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey sure thought me alot, determination and gratitude especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-605687464175219346?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/605687464175219346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=605687464175219346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/605687464175219346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/605687464175219346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-always-light.html' title='There&amp;#39;s Always A Light'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7179946097919027693</id><published>2010-04-27T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:38:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn My Ass</title><content type='html'>It's funny how I smile to myself at times thinking about you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7179946097919027693?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7179946097919027693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7179946097919027693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7179946097919027693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7179946097919027693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/04/burn-my-ass.html' title='Burn My Ass'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7414500882683719037</id><published>2010-04-22T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:25:07.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold and Complaining</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I'm feeling right now, it's like a sick chicken with an oversized head. I blame it on work, today was seriously immobile. Bus ride back home didn't help either, my head feels like it's falling off from it's joint and I just wanted to throw up. Now, I'm in bed, just letting everything settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate whatever in feeling right now, not just phsically unwell, but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only earn a good damn helluva break once the exams are over. Nothing comes easy. So it's about time to mug. And there's work as well, one after the another. I'm just like a ticking bomb waitin to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell, it's especialy tiring when you have more than 2 things to juggle. Deep inside, I know I can pull through. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need to cuddle, roll around in bed. And then sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7414500882683719037?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7414500882683719037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7414500882683719037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7414500882683719037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7414500882683719037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/04/cold-and-complaining.html' title='Cold and Complaining'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2564385012113535127</id><published>2010-04-18T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:29:24.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon My Childish Thoughts, I Feel Like Dissing You Online!</title><content type='html'>Well, I seriously had the intention of blogging actually. But after the window was loaded, I suddenly became sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week seems to be rushing-here-there for me, with work and school assignments especially. I'm hanging pretty well, I just need to start mugging really soon, no joke. The last time I did a revision was a week ago, I became pancit after revising through 2 weeks worth of seminar. How like that? If I carry on, adds even more pressure. I'll just talk light for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been avoiding fizzy drinks for 3 months already! Woooooots! Like seriously, I don't actually crave for Coke or Sprite. Now the question is, should I completely stop with fizzy drinks or only consume it once in awhile. I know many would agree with the latter; who in the world doesn't enjoy Coke right?! But then again, it definitely help to reduce sugar intake by a whole damn lot. I seriously wanna lose some muffins y'know. It's so hard to find time, I'm only able to jog once a week currently. Don't laugh, I've been wanting to sign up for dance classes with dearest Cheris, but no time. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My undying motivation to look like Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few hours before this, I just had Mozarella cheese prata with Sweet Corn ice blended. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are getting heavier by this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-2564385012113535127?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2564385012113535127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2564385012113535127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2564385012113535127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2564385012113535127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/04/pardon-my-childish-thoughts-i-feel-like.html' title='Pardon My Childish Thoughts, I Feel Like Dissing You Online!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2365771197818040492</id><published>2010-04-08T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:59:04.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ass Needs To Get Kicked</title><content type='html'>So today I spent a whole 3hrs mugging at Starbucks. I only covered two chapters but already felt worn out. Exams are six weeks away, I seriously need to start studying. It was pretty awkward that I didn't go out on my off day, coz usually I still tire myself out even when it should be my rest day. Work this week is really taxing, weekdays I'm busy doing training and then the weekend will be the much awaited Bear Makeover event at the store. Everything seems to be in a hurry this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that I'm a social butterfly, sometimes too friendly that I scare people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I found out the otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly understand where the problem lies here, to be honest. As much as I've hurt you with my words in certain ways, you did the same too. But more imporantly, it's not about pointing fingers here. At the end of the day, people always tell you to compromise and accommodate, but in reality, it's not as easy as it looks. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised as much as I'm good at communicating, maybe I'm not good at communicating effectively just yet. I admit, I'm sometimes harsh, and I know I've offended a friends out there with my witty sarcasm. And slowly, it's affecting my personal life. If you think I'm gonna lay everything on the table for your reading convenience, then you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fumble with words quite often, and my good intention will occassionally come out wrong. I managed to control it at times, but at other times my mouth works faster than my brains. After all is said and done, then I'll go, "Opps!". It's a tad too late to fix things by then right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there are people out there like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly plan or recite things I wanna say before actually saying it, could be another reason of my fumble. I just say what's on my mind, whether right or wrong. That's where I come across as selfish and insensitive at times. I don't blame them really, I just wished they understand my position, where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense to you? If not, good. That was my purpose. This was meant to be everywhere, it was meant to be complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I can find myself. Maybe then I'll understand why I'm like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lagger. Because everyone else uses Tumblr, I'm still on Blogger. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the weekend, because I'm eating oat prawns! And because I will miss Ashraf so much by then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-2365771197818040492?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2365771197818040492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2365771197818040492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2365771197818040492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2365771197818040492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-ass-needs-to-get-kicked.html' title='My Ass Needs To Get Kicked'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8100979194439138180</id><published>2010-04-03T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:15:08.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coz I ain't had nobody do me better like you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8100979194439138180?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8100979194439138180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8100979194439138180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8100979194439138180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8100979194439138180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/04/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8868433642290282045</id><published>2010-03-17T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:14:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Painting My Nails</title><content type='html'>It's a Wednesday, right about this time at about 2+ in the afternoon, I've not taken lunch, I've not showered. Yucks. But I don't care, it's my off day and I'll enjoy it the way I want. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the best Tuesday nights I ever had. I'd love such nights to be at random next time in the future. As usual, it was great food with an even better company. Faiz tagged along as well, which made the night even more amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans so we talked and laughed the whole night. We were thinking of having a short getaway together. Unfortunately, schedules clashed and we've yet to settle on date. I remember I used to go JB with Faiz once in a while to catch a movie and eat eat eat. Somehow, the combination of 4 girls and a guy was amusingly thirlling. Oh, and I loved the fact Nabins changed its music much later in the night. It was like sisha-ing over at Timbre instead, along with a dancefloor at the side. Gahhhhhhhh, I need to shake my bons bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily I don't have much classes this month. Well supposedly, I need to use that time to start my revision, but of coz, I haven't started a shit. You can tell I'm pretty much doing not doing much now, just lazing. My off say siaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to change the songs in my Ipod, but I just can't find the time to download. I'm that pathetic that I purposely mingle around in a store just to listen to a song. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dad's finally home, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;. I remember spending a whole 6hrs just to clean the house. Looking at the condition he's in, the house has to be dust and bacteria free. The reason why I have to occasionally spray Dettol around the house. I definately have to make an extra effort to keep the house clean, not easy, but I'm gonna try. I'm a lazy person by nature you see.&lt;br /&gt;Ash has been very helpful too. He helped out in the groceries, fix the toilet's light bulb and water heater. He's my boy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna paint my toe nails now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8868433642290282045?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8868433642290282045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8868433642290282045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8868433642290282045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8868433642290282045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-painting-my-nails.html' title='I Miss Painting My Nails'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1573942491821268458</id><published>2010-03-04T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:54:16.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Not Listen, Just Hear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_XjF20SUI/AAAAAAAACbI/HrNKxSBUdR4/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_XjF20SUI/AAAAAAAACbI/HrNKxSBUdR4/s320/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444807472381708610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_U9ELa_vI/AAAAAAAACbA/X7K2GyeYlxA/s1600-h/IMG_0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_U9ELa_vI/AAAAAAAACbA/X7K2GyeYlxA/s320/IMG_0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444804620072976114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_U8cJO9FI/AAAAAAAACa4/irdQFHYNUpM/s1600-h/IMG_0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_U8cJO9FI/AAAAAAAACa4/irdQFHYNUpM/s320/IMG_0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444804609326380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I was busy working on my assignments, juggling work at the same time too. Though it is taking a toll on me, I've been coping well. Semester 1 of Uni is about to come to an end, just a few more weeks of classes and it's exam! I'm looking forward to take a few days off from work, and go mugging at National Lib, just like the good 'ol poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight, I was rushing my Marketing essay. I managed to squeeze in some time and go have Indian for dinner with Ash. It has been approximately 2 months since I last had a taste of mom's cooking. Eating out is a chore, and of coz waste of money. Dad's coming back home next week, things would take a turn again I guess. On the good side, mom will start cooking again. On the bad, I need to clean the house before dad comes back. He's in a condition where he's prone to bacteria. The only thing that I've been helping at home ever since dad was away was shipping up quick dishes for mom, and myself. For lunch today, pasta with burger-patties-turned meatball. Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha, if I continue talking about food, I can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiya joined us for family dinner last week. Thank god she still recognises me, or not no more Build-A-Bears for her. All the while, she was either twirling with my necklace or playing with my phone. She's one smart girl, I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss my friends, you know who you are. My social time decreased tremendously after school started. Just waiting for the exams to be over, then I'll call all my Starbucks kakis, the party go-ers and not forgetting the food lovers. I need to mingle to the jingle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1573942491821268458?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1573942491821268458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1573942491821268458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1573942491821268458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1573942491821268458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-not-listen-just-hear.html' title='If Not Listen, Just Hear'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S4_XjF20SUI/AAAAAAAACbI/HrNKxSBUdR4/s72-c/IMG_0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3633651399914906922</id><published>2010-02-22T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:09:16.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm His Four-Foot Bunny</title><content type='html'>Back during Poly days, I remember blogging a regular bases, just to escape and start jotting down how I feel on that day. It was a form of avenue for me to channel my thoughts. Though I had school and a part time job, I could still find time to blog. Unlike now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have took a drastic turn to me, I've added responsibilities to juggle, from work to school to family. Frankly, I hardly had time for myself. No baby, this is not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a 4 days leave to sorta rest and do my school work, and boy that 4 days went by fast. Each day I had something to do, and th longest period I had to myself was about 8hrs, which I just watched tv and sleep. Ok, it might seem that I'm complaining, just a bit, coz I'm still trying to adapt myself to this tight schedule. It affected my work performance recently, and I was reprimanded of coz. And I realised I cannot be complacent just because I've to shoulder more responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm still adjusting, I'm determined that I can pull though. Ash mentioned this is the path I've chosen, and though there are mishaps here and there, it's what I've chosen, and I've to prove myself that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok sidetracking, there's a man screaming very louding in my vicinity; public nuiscance or household disturbance?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nuff said about sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, Ash and myself rewarded ourselves with a short getaway, holiday in Sinpapore, yes it was that short. We're definately looking for furture getaways, perhaps a little bit further. That boy really had patient and tolerated me well throughout the 2 days. When it's just the both of you, it's as close as your partner moving in with you. I came to learn that Ash is more organised as compared to me, and that I'm definately more lazy than him. Funnily, it came to be an enriching experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I wasn't involved in any sort of puppy love back when I was way younger; look at teens nowadays, you'll be labelled as a 'hotseller' if you're attached by the age of 14. I'm thankful that my doubts didn't get the better of me, and that I believed opportunities come once, but choices are always there. If you ask me, I'm very much contented with my partner's presence. He can call me smurf one day, and sexy the next. Still, I'm very much in love with him. &lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad however, is still recuperating at St Luke's hospital. He will never be the same like before, never. I've slowly come to terms with that. Getting well, is what matters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiya's birthday right around the corner, and I've yet to get her a gift. Once that princess turns 5, I'd like to throw her a bash at Build-A-Bear! She's yet one, but she already has 2 gurry friends, that's hpw much I pamper her. And the fact that she's so smart, yes she is, it makes her even more adorable. Maybe another time, I'll share how my brother and sis-in-law brought her up. Sorta like, intellegent baby in the making. Who doesn't want smart beautiful babies right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be asleep by now. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3633651399914906922?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3633651399914906922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3633651399914906922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3633651399914906922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3633651399914906922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-his-fout-foot-bunny.html' title='I&apos;m His Four-Foot Bunny'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-951062654352487653</id><published>2010-02-05T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:30:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Baby Run, Don't Ever Look Back!</title><content type='html'>Somebody needs to start kicking my lazy ass so I'll start jogging again (well I know a certain someone who's rolling his eyes at me now). I find that I get restless very easily nowadays, especially after school has started. Seems like sleep is priceless and coffee is an addict nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about school, funny how I sat in the wrong tutorial group for the first day, in fact a lot of drama happened on the first day. How I rushed to get my notes printed (when actually there were students who dindn't have notes!"), spent $11 on cab fare and of coz being in the wrong class throughout the seminar. What an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dad's not coming home sooner than I thought. My bro's transferring him to a private hospital for rehab. Fortunately, things are picking up a step at a a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start being independant again, for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in a few days, a year of love and companionship. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-951062654352487653?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/951062654352487653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=951062654352487653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/951062654352487653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/951062654352487653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/02/run-baby-run-dont-ever-look-back.html' title='Run Baby Run, Don&apos;t Ever Look Back!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3040170636565000807</id><published>2010-01-25T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:18:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Bundle of Emotions Now!</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah. School's starting tomorrow. One thing I'm really looking forward to is doodling at my notes, and damn, I do really miss swift smooth highligters! Hahahahaha. Other than that, what kinda classmates, fact that they're all gonna be working adults. Alot of business cards will definately be exchanged and a broader social network. Who knows I might land myself  a job in an events company! I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, dad's out at general ward now, alhamdulillah. It's funny in a way where he's being very demanding, even in times of sickness. Like recently, he asked me to clear my cupboard which has my old poly books and notes in it. He remembers tiny little errands that have yet to be done, like changing the tank water, giving away the turtles etc. Talking about my turtles, they're goddamn big now. I remember blogging about what horny turtles I have, just can't seem to find that particular entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was down with stomach virus twice! Can you imagine how &lt;em&gt;pantang&lt;/em&gt; I had to be with the food and drink I take? Unbelievable. Also, the no of times I visited the toilet, to vomit and pass motion, countless. Not forgetting the abdominal pain I had to endure. But the worst has yet to come, childbirth! Okay let's skip that. So now, I gotta be extra careful with what I put in my mouth, for my own health's sake. Good in a way coz you know, I might just loose those muffins, bad in a way coz I like to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, about the resolutions that I thought of deciding earlier, I might as well just forget about it. I'll learn things along the way, here and there, with God's guidance of coz. For a change this year, I won't let some rules or regulations change my life for the better. I'll just go with the flow, changes are good, if not, back to resolulations again next year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3040170636565000807?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3040170636565000807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3040170636565000807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3040170636565000807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3040170636565000807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-bundle-of-emotions-now.html' title='I&apos;m A Bundle of Emotions Now!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3689578747317093033</id><published>2010-01-08T16:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:10:57.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Not Grow Old (Not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S0bvbvdVBEI/AAAAAAAACao/_kZegkE--U4/s1600-h/13033_189211779095_513644095_2845285_6303765_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424286061089326146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S0bvbvdVBEI/AAAAAAAACao/_kZegkE--U4/s320/13033_189211779095_513644095_2845285_6303765_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You and me we'll be lying side by side, forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this adolescent sky together, together&lt;br /&gt;You will hold my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be the one, the one to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Oh we got a long long way to go, to get there, we'll get there"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenka's We Will Not Grow Old&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3689578747317093033?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3689578747317093033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3689578747317093033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3689578747317093033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3689578747317093033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-and-me-well-be-lying-side-by-side.html' title='We Will Not Grow Old (Not!)'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/S0bvbvdVBEI/AAAAAAAACao/_kZegkE--U4/s72-c/13033_189211779095_513644095_2845285_6303765_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1583550955102263217</id><published>2010-01-07T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:23:23.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Hiatus</title><content type='html'>OMG, finally an update after a long hiatus. If there are still people reading this blog of mine, kindly leave a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as some of you might've known, my family and I was going through a hard time for the past few weeks as my dad was hospitalised. As of 4th December, it's been a month. He's still in high-dependancy ward recovering. I finally brace myself to be transparent, as after much prayers and hope, my dad is very much slowly recovering, &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;. My dad was diagnosed with lung infection; pneumonia. The infection was treated with antibiotics, and currently my dad needs to work his lungs again to breathe on his own. Whenever I visit him, he's looks like his containing a bundle of emotions. Sometimes angsty, sometimes determined, and at other times kinda upset as well. Nevertheless, I took Sporty's advice, to constantly remind him of the positive things to look forward to once he's home, for now, his grandchild, my princess Maiya. My dad needs more time before he is well enough to get home, and everyday I still pray for his recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, everything changed when this unfortunate incident took place, and I meant everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, that I don't recall the number to an emergency ambulance on the day of the incident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, it was a routine for me, between work, hospital and home. Frankly speaking it was goddamn exhausting. Both physically and mentally weak, I broke down twice, I remember vividly. It could've been many more times, but they were people around me who stayed twice as strong, as such I couldn't let my weak side affect them. That question Brother asked, "Are you prepared for this?" I could go on and on, sharing all these upsetting experience I went through, but I guess I won't. Let's leave it this way, and look forward to even better things, &lt;em&gt;insyaallah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a very small family, and my only sibling is my Brother. Other than that, the only people I could count on during hard times are my Mother, and of coz Ashraf. The latter has been of great support to me and family. I appreciate his trips to the hospital and my house just to keep me company. Thank you, I love you. My Brother, without him, I would've been a lost cow in a open field. The fact that he's in the medical line, he was deeply involved with my dad's recovery. You know, medical officers and nurses always throw you with medical jargons that you won't understand. My Brother actually Googles it, and questioned every medication, operation and procedures that my dad went through. Now that's very different from just approaching a nurse asking, "How's my dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not fogetting a few close friends who showered me with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I've grown up much more than I expected during this one month. I cut down &lt;em&gt;hooray-hoorays,&lt;/em&gt;  and took consideration in all the things I do, from working to dating to socialising. Priorities set have to be followed, because regret to me, is a pointless feeling. I've always believed that opportunities comes by rare, but choices are always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, this is getting to be a long post, are you still reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 31st Dec 2009, everyone partied, everyone countdown-ed. Not me of coz, lookign at the circumstances. I always get excited concluding my resolutions and looking forward to a new year, but somehow it was much the same recently. Soon, I hope if time is on my side, I wanna sit down and reflect 2009 and start resoluting(is there even such a word?). I know it's a lil late, but to me, it's never too late if you wanna make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to clear things, if I sound depressing to you, I'm not! I'm just tired, but my mood's still up high. Tired coz the amount of workload, preparing for school, trips to the hospital, dating and socialising, it's all overwhelming! Still coping though, I'm Wonderwoman for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good after blogging. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1583550955102263217?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1583550955102263217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1583550955102263217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1583550955102263217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1583550955102263217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-hiatus.html' title='Long Hiatus'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6233609971402115278</id><published>2009-12-12T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:36:50.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Is A Rising Hope</title><content type='html'>Taking into consideration what my brother, every day when you wake up to see the sun shine, now that's hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6233609971402115278?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6233609971402115278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6233609971402115278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6233609971402115278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6233609971402115278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-day-is-rising-hope.html' title='Every Day Is A Rising Hope'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6840478129976806516</id><published>2009-11-25T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:28:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Moved your Cheese Yet?</title><content type='html'>My entries of this year have been mundane and plain boring, I found out after I read my entries which are so long ago, feel free to browse through them, there's archives. I definitely have grown, from the day I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has its ups and down, it was hacked once, I still remember it vividly. I've let the matter rest eversince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Maiya a week back, she has definitely grown. Brother asked me to visit more frequently as she's slowly developing attachements with different people. Damn, I still wanna be her no.1 aunt. I had my own parenting moments with her, playing, watching Dibo on tv, looking into the mirror and showing where her nose and ears are, etc. There were times where I just wanna eat her up, coz she's too cute. All these while, Ashraf was by my side too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to borrow a few books from Brother too. Currently I'm reading Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul. Don't laugh, but Chicken Soup has changed lives and made its readers see things in a different light. I'll share some really nice quotes in my entries to come. Also A Thousand Splendid Suns and the translation of the Holy Quran in english. My Brother has tons of books at homes, from aroma theraphy, cooking, pregnancy, too many, even Maiya has her own bookshelf. Ridiculously adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my Brother with his own family now, I'm definately grateful, and a teeny-weeny bit jealous too. He has good job, a loving wife, a cute kid, a house, a car, he's also pursuing his degree, somehow everything seems to fall in place for him. Very easily, his first girlfriend became his wife. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God made his path simpler, as compared to mine. As much as I grumble and compare, I accept it wholeheartedly. I've always believed that fairy tales do exists, it's just how the story goes to end with a happily-ever-after. Like when you fall, it's not only a matter of getting up, but how you pick yourself to get back up again. As much as sometimes, I feel that I'm in a really bad situation, I remind myself there are others out there who's goint through worst. I guess, if we learn to accept and appreciate, happily-ever-afters are achievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm pretty much caught up with quite a lot of things now, expecially work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, here's a Maiya treat for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz216qnuOI/AAAAAAAACaY/fIXvH5F6quA/s1600/21112009(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407968658706643170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz216qnuOI/AAAAAAAACaY/fIXvH5F6quA/s320/21112009(012).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz21paqMuI/AAAAAAAACaQ/hy3wJ51ZNE0/s1600/21112009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407968654076293858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz21paqMuI/AAAAAAAACaQ/hy3wJ51ZNE0/s320/21112009(010).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz21WCuFLI/AAAAAAAACaI/mZpJU863WnQ/s1600/21112009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407968648875611314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz21WCuFLI/AAAAAAAACaI/mZpJU863WnQ/s320/21112009(002).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz204_0OoI/AAAAAAAACaA/i9QGrLYyGIw/s1600/21112009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407968641078803074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz204_0OoI/AAAAAAAACaA/i9QGrLYyGIw/s320/21112009(001).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6840478129976806516?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6840478129976806516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6840478129976806516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6840478129976806516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6840478129976806516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-moved-your-cheese-yet.html' title='Anyone Moved your Cheese Yet?'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Swz216qnuOI/AAAAAAAACaY/fIXvH5F6quA/s72-c/21112009(012).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7423422374286895963</id><published>2009-11-19T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:36:01.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Our Themed Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmve3eqUI/AAAAAAAACZ4/s4HvAZHTWFE/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699156165437762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmve3eqUI/AAAAAAAACZ4/s4HvAZHTWFE/s320/untitled3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmvAU2lVI/AAAAAAAACZw/-CJJMgT4qio/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699147967141202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmvAU2lVI/AAAAAAAACZw/-CJJMgT4qio/s320/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmuk_KOBI/AAAAAAAACZo/1q8vQbDDhrE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699140628396050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmuk_KOBI/AAAAAAAACZo/1q8vQbDDhrE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmuedkXNI/AAAAAAAACZg/KqIFvFt6EdE/s1600/14740_177487708799_678018799_2995402_2330818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699138876890322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmuedkXNI/AAAAAAAACZg/KqIFvFt6EdE/s320/14740_177487708799_678018799_2995402_2330818_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmt8bvLRI/AAAAAAAACZY/j1MizZO-95o/s1600/14740_177487673799_678018799_2995397_1550221_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405699129742404882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmt8bvLRI/AAAAAAAACZY/j1MizZO-95o/s320/14740_177487673799_678018799_2995397_1550221_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7423422374286895963?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7423422374286895963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7423422374286895963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7423422374286895963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7423422374286895963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-our-themed-parties.html' title='I Love Our Themed Parties'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SwTmve3eqUI/AAAAAAAACZ4/s4HvAZHTWFE/s72-c/untitled3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1801088200212857090</id><published>2009-11-15T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:08:29.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Was Never The Way I Plan, Not My Intention</title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, the only reason why my blogskin is all flowery now is coz I had no choice, this is just temporary. Apparently my previous background had been removed. I really miss doing my own blogskin, Photoshop-ing. Whatever, this is unimportant. I'll have my own blogskin again, if not soon enough, later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My store is already playing  Disney's Christmas songs, how fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much occupied with a lot of things this November and December, really. With work especially. No pain, no gain, good things come later after all the hardwork, &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;. Along the way, I may have disappointed and missed some people, I apologise, time's not really on my side now. But I promise, &lt;em&gt;insya'allah&lt;/em&gt;, once this is all over, we can soon have our get fat days, go for yong tau fu, starbuck-ing, bitch about the sports we used to play and also McD breakfast. I'm sure you people know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I hate rushing. Unfortunately, this is what I've been doint lately. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else aside, Maiya and my dad, needs my attention most right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1801088200212857090?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1801088200212857090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1801088200212857090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1801088200212857090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1801088200212857090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-was-never-way-i-plan-not-my.html' title='This Was Never The Way I Plan, Not My Intention'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2544012405065323799</id><published>2009-11-03T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:44:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've friends doubting/smirking at me, because:&lt;br /&gt;1. I bought running shoes for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. That I'm not gonna actually run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I'm president of Forever Food Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. You see, laugh some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-2544012405065323799?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2544012405065323799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2544012405065323799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2544012405065323799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2544012405065323799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/11/believe-me.html' title='Believe Me'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6120220030276987560</id><published>2009-10-26T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:39:25.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Festive With Friends</title><content type='html'>Deepavali at Shima's place yesterday was god-damn awesome, bcoz first things first, I have friends who love me. Being the last to arrive, them good friends left about 10 pieces of sambal prawns for me. Just me, I like. On top of that, there were other food stuff. I'm proud to say I had two servings of briyani yesterday, can't help it, Shima's mom cooks great briyani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there were the great friends. Some annoying(read: CY, Shachin, Soffian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Taboo too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taboo + Great friends(some annoying) = Rocking house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that food, and irrelevant noise during game time, we just couch around with our new found friend, a snake soft toy, named Elizabeth. Like seriously, I don't know why Soffian names it that, sounds like a pornstar to me. Hahahahaha, coz apparently Elizabeth has been to places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, somehow, some people became the Muruku(an Indian delicacy which comes in different forms, you just name it) ambassadors. In many of the pictures taken, the Muruku was in their hands. I don't know where the Pappadam(another Indian delicacy which looked like an oversized Pringles but don't taste like one) went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6120220030276987560?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6120220030276987560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6120220030276987560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6120220030276987560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6120220030276987560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-festive-with-friends.html' title='Feeling Festive With Friends'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5034661345285433408</id><published>2009-10-19T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:41:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love Britney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StxPzChKnGI/AAAAAAAACZI/i1jSj8kraDQ/s1600-h/102120-britney_spears_2_617_409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394274191950912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StxPzChKnGI/AAAAAAAACZI/i1jSj8kraDQ/s320/102120-britney_spears_2_617_409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Merrier the more, triple fun that way,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Britney's new single, 3, is about having a threesome. This song is definitely courting controversy, no surprise, Brit's known for that. Remember the song If You Seek Amy? The new song is included on Britney’s upcoming album The Singles Collection, due out on November 24th; I can't wait for it to hit our shores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this album will have 2 versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the deluxe edition; Ultimate Fan Box. It will contain all 29 of her singles, including the new song "3." Each disc will be packaged in its own slip sleeve case with original artwork, and will include an additional b-side or a remix of the track. The collection will include a DVD featuring all of Britney's videos in chronological order. The ultimate fan box set will also include a special booklet featuring iconic images and fun facts about each track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StxeIuf3SJI/AAAAAAAACZQ/52CnUPn4GSg/s1600-h/Picture_1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289957696653458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StxeIuf3SJI/AAAAAAAACZQ/52CnUPn4GSg/s320/Picture_1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5034661345285433408?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5034661345285433408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5034661345285433408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5034661345285433408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5034661345285433408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-love-britney.html' title='Because I Love Britney'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StxPzChKnGI/AAAAAAAACZI/i1jSj8kraDQ/s72-c/102120-britney_spears_2_617_409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8341255911198877333</id><published>2009-10-12T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:29:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra Ra Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StMgzR7lrbI/AAAAAAAACZA/NsuHbs5Ac80/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391689244251368882" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StMgHeExPhI/AAAAAAAACXY/5Mk1AtKzTgU/s320/7525_149145434095_513644095_2536213_7147488_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391688710856487602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StMgUO4VsrI/AAAAAAAACYI/T5vYYbDgWwI/s320/7525_149241829095_513644095_2537015_5205353_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8341255911198877333?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8341255911198877333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8341255911198877333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8341255911198877333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8341255911198877333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/10/ra-ra-raya.html' title='Ra Ra Raya!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/StMgzR7lrbI/AAAAAAAACZA/NsuHbs5Ac80/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3720738494949879976</id><published>2009-10-10T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:32:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You And I, Believe</title><content type='html'>You gotta learn to be true to yourself first, before you can be true to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still recovering over what has happened, well, I’m not gonna blurt everything for all to see here. On the contrary, I’ll share whatever I can; just maybe my words will give you something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional turmoil/emotional rollercoaster, I’m sure everyone has been in that spot before. You feel that your world is crumbling down on you, you cry your heart out, and your hearts weighs a ton. And your only wish is to just fix the damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, I wasn’t proud for what I did, still, I stand by my actions simply coz I want good to come out of this. However, life’s really unfair, and so, the repercussions were otherwise. That’s when I became a mad woman (no kidding, I was a havoc) for one night. Girls tend to be emotionally sensitive, and we get paranoid easily over the slightest matter, I’m like that at times. I built a strong wall around me coz I didn’t want anyone to break it, but this time around, those walls that protected me came apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of consideration overnight. I’m no robot, I’ve feelings, I fall and I make mistakes. Also, things break all the time; day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have choices in life, which includes opportunities too. A choice made can sometimes be wrong, but as long as the intention’s good, and that you believe in what you did was for the best, nothing else matters. I had that opportunity; I didn’t miss it, even if it would’ve left me in despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you read this paragraph, you can tell this is a depressing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’m saying is that, never be afraid to take risks. Be strong, take actions following your heart (maybe partially using your brains) and stand by it. Sometimes, it’s ok to be selfish, and put your happiness first instead of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that’s done, don’t worry about me man, I’m allright, still eating good food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3720738494949879976?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3720738494949879976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3720738494949879976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3720738494949879976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3720738494949879976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-you-and-i-believe.html' title='Because You And I, Believe'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6226450619675831572</id><published>2009-10-08T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:32:55.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need My Joy Ride</title><content type='html'>I think I need to see Maiya soon, I miss that princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to be an avid reader, but damn, I haven’t been doing much of it lately. I need to start looking for Paolo Coelho’s books again, and maybe some romance novels, nice. One thing I’ve been reading often, magazines of coz, especially Cleo, oh so typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, raya outing with the regulars left me really fat and happy. Afterwhich from now onwards, I want to stop eating till I’m 70% full. I don’t know man, but I feel fat somehow. Ha. And I do know that I like midnight snacking. Just maybe I’ll try to start eating healthy too? I had yong tau fu for dinner today, now that’s a start. On occasional days, I’ll have banana cakes for breakfast, so that I won’t eat extra for lunch. Ahhhh, not exactly a diet, but eating right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Ss3NYEc4VLI/AAAAAAAACXQ/tBYnlj5gDvk/s1600-h/7933_104477459563166_100000027388350_128134_8357970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390190142427780274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Ss3NYEc4VLI/AAAAAAAACXQ/tBYnlj5gDvk/s320/7933_104477459563166_100000027388350_128134_8357970_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Ss3NXse1FnI/AAAAAAAACXI/X9u7APaqaDM/s1600-h/7525_149163934095_513644095_2536249_5938310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390190135993505394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Ss3NXse1FnI/AAAAAAAACXI/X9u7APaqaDM/s320/7525_149163934095_513644095_2536249_5938310_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was what I prepared for them this year, pass lah, mommy material already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because whenever there’s Dayana, there’s food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier just so randomly I was fidgeting with the calculator, I started to calculate my expenses for coffee, just coffee every month. It’s at least $35 per month. I patronize Starbucks. Not forgetting the morning daily dosage (if not iced milo), it’ll be the $1 kopi-o or if I’m feeling rich it’ll be Mcd’s cappuccino. I’m not pretty sure if I’m addicted to coffee, but it somehow has become a need, especially in the morning. Adding on, lemme share you my secret (ok lah not secret, budget to be exact) on how to a make a good home Mocha. A sachet of Nescafe (but I prefer Boncafe) coffee, 2 tablespoons of milo, add half a teaspoon of milk if you want it sweet and better if you have whipped cream to top it off. This drink accompanied me through my late night during the days in poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything random aside, I’m feeling incomplete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6226450619675831572?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6226450619675831572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6226450619675831572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6226450619675831572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6226450619675831572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-my-joy-ride.html' title='I Need My Joy Ride'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Ss3NYEc4VLI/AAAAAAAACXQ/tBYnlj5gDvk/s72-c/7933_104477459563166_100000027388350_128134_8357970_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6350681463922070136</id><published>2009-09-28T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:44:01.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks &amp; Querks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Festive period of Raya is halfway gone. My celebration this year is pretty minimal because of work. Neverthless, first day of visitign will always be the most enjoyable one. The father was upset with my shoes(heels to be exact), that he ticked me off, "Wear so high for what, it looks as if it's gonna break, you can walk or not?!" I replied with a, "Tsk. Can lah." Of all things, he had to find a problem with my shoe. That aside, I'm pretty much happy with my shoe, surprising no blisters at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year, with Maiya is celebrating her first Raya with the family. She's too small to be wearing the mini &lt;em&gt;kurung/kebaya&lt;/em&gt;, still, she's cute. But that girl is definitely growing, she knows how to roll on her back now. She was definitely the star on that day, everyone had to have a hold of her. And with such a long name, she's called differently by different people. Hmmm, what a princess. In fact, the following day after Raya, she was able to take in her first semi-solid food. I mean, when you have your own baby, everything is a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386479847615848834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SsCe4fLxYYI/AAAAAAAACXA/riVR8P8BVq4/s320/20092009(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SsCe4JXEK8I/AAAAAAAACW4/2LEJxlRBLSk/s1600-h/19092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386479841757637570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SsCe4JXEK8I/AAAAAAAACW4/2LEJxlRBLSk/s320/19092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SsCe3bMu0HI/AAAAAAAACWw/db0x9Et8YMQ/s1600-h/19092009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386479829366263922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SsCe3bMu0HI/AAAAAAAACWw/db0x9Et8YMQ/s320/19092009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz there was alot(like a whole lot of elephants) of eating. Fatty food brings happy people together! I still have the 'muffins' around my tummy area. As much as I wanna loose it, I'm not too sure if I can. Simply coz, I'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my relatives forgot the fact that I'm working already, as they offered me green packets still. Funnily when I told my aunt, "You don't have to, I'm already working.", she announced to the whole house, "Ahhh this small working already!" How, great. So yeah, instead of receiving, I'm giving now, which feels very different. No wait, in fact it makes me feel ultra old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ashraf around, he added spice to my month of Ramadan and Syawal too, from home made pasta by yours truly for break fast, to rounding Geylang on the eve of Raya while munching on &lt;em&gt;dengdeng&lt;/em&gt;(something like halal bakwa) and sipping on bandong. Chocolate chips cookies from him are to die for, even the mother was caught eating it, instead of serving it to the guests. Tsk. I must say, his presence definitely made Raya something extra to look forward too. Ily. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6350681463922070136?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6350681463922070136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6350681463922070136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6350681463922070136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6350681463922070136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/perks-querks.html' title='Perks &amp; Querks'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SsCe4fLxYYI/AAAAAAAACXA/riVR8P8BVq4/s72-c/20092009(018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8702361452358993150</id><published>2009-09-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:49:19.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Oasis's Let There Be Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-St. Augustine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8702361452358993150?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8702361452358993150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8702361452358993150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8702361452358993150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8702361452358993150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-oasiss-let-there-be-love.html' title='Like Oasis&apos;s Let There Be Love'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4497427756955016928</id><published>2009-09-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:15:32.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenka's Live Like Your Dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SrduRj_q0lI/AAAAAAAACWo/BVspv6Gmp5w/s1600-h/10527_164878713975_630793975_3655678_4774278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383893127543837266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SrduRj_q0lI/AAAAAAAACWo/BVspv6Gmp5w/s320/10527_164878713975_630793975_3655678_4774278_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Happy Birthday Love. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4497427756955016928?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4497427756955016928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4497427756955016928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4497427756955016928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4497427756955016928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/lenkas-live-like-your-dying.html' title='Lenka&apos;s Live Like Your Dying'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SrduRj_q0lI/AAAAAAAACWo/BVspv6Gmp5w/s72-c/10527_164878713975_630793975_3655678_4774278_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1256202232494739136</id><published>2009-09-14T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:11:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Go Girl, Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sq4xSRRAbxI/AAAAAAAACWg/WefYQ6RUYSU/s1600-h/6174_160071126424_711001424_3874103_1165341_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381292794696462098" style="DISPLAY: block; 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looking forward to sharing more great things with you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6782313119566555889?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6782313119566555889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6782313119566555889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6782313119566555889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6782313119566555889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/kutcher.html' title='Kutcher!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8434569031061420542</id><published>2009-09-07T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:16:28.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judokas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUEEVBbLFI/AAAAAAAACVo/l8XKo-QXKTY/s1600-h/9717_127923905851_726725851_2643307_1963959_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709802373033042" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUD9DgGScI/AAAAAAAACVY/tjFHMMq5TZU/s320/9717_127924035851_726725851_2643330_7129129_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUD85Zb4rI/AAAAAAAACVQ/zR5Z7ZVKjnk/s1600-h/9717_127924075851_726725851_2643338_6595562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709674698465970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUD85Zb4rI/AAAAAAAACVQ/zR5Z7ZVKjnk/s320/9717_127924075851_726725851_2643338_6595562_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUD8ccUxKI/AAAAAAAACVI/mBredCVZmx4/s1600-h/9717_127924080851_726725851_2643339_648478_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709666925954210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUD8ccUxKI/AAAAAAAACVI/mBredCVZmx4/s320/9717_127924080851_726725851_2643339_648478_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDy66UpoI/AAAAAAAACU4/822wF8iG2x0/s1600-h/9717_127923890851_726725851_2643305_5078458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709503306147458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDy66UpoI/AAAAAAAACU4/822wF8iG2x0/s320/9717_127923890851_726725851_2643305_5078458_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDygX925I/AAAAAAAACUw/ZpgGRSexU5E/s1600-h/9717_127923845851_726725851_2643297_5441694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709496182725522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDygX925I/AAAAAAAACUw/ZpgGRSexU5E/s320/9717_127923845851_726725851_2643297_5441694_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDyGw9RdI/AAAAAAAACUo/WRov6S2inTI/s1600-h/9717_127923835851_726725851_2643295_3355069_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709489308222930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDyGw9RdI/AAAAAAAACUo/WRov6S2inTI/s320/9717_127923835851_726725851_2643295_3355069_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDxt-k2YI/AAAAAAAACUg/RZGSsLbAWkM/s1600-h/9717_127923735851_726725851_2643281_709396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709482654456194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDxt-k2YI/AAAAAAAACUg/RZGSsLbAWkM/s320/9717_127923735851_726725851_2643281_709396_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDxa0H5YI/AAAAAAAACUY/2odMxJdlD4E/s1600-h/9717_127923725851_726725851_2643279_6027033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378709477510342018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUDxa0H5YI/AAAAAAAACUY/2odMxJdlD4E/s320/9717_127923725851_726725851_2643279_6027033_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just pictures for now, next time, I'll blog about these people whom I spent 4 years training Judo with. One thing that is still in our minds, words of our trainer, "I know your fucked up, but you don't have to tell the whole world you're fucked up!" Like really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8434569031061420542?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8434569031061420542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8434569031061420542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8434569031061420542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8434569031061420542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/judokas.html' title='Judokas!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SqUEEVBbLFI/AAAAAAAACVo/l8XKo-QXKTY/s72-c/9717_127923905851_726725851_2643307_1963959_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3356887594002758946</id><published>2009-09-06T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:03:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To The Music, Taking You To Places That You've Never Been Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There I was with the boy, sitting under the moon and the stars, when a pair of police officers approached me, "Work permit please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And on that same night itself, a foreigner man, pee-d, yes literally took out his member and took a pee on the padang. What an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3356887594002758946?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3356887594002758946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3356887594002758946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3356887594002758946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3356887594002758946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/listen-to-music-taking-you-to-places.html' title='Listen To The Music, Taking You To Places That You&apos;ve Never Been Before'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4826401098806012482</id><published>2009-09-03T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:26:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Heartbeat Belongs To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always wanted to show this, effort sia, my regulars came together to do a birthday card for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sp-LZYkhDfI/AAAAAAAACUQ/W2FCdLsYNQE/s1600-h/7525_127951669095_513644095_2342119_5033293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377169748312264178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sp-LZYkhDfI/AAAAAAAACUQ/W2FCdLsYNQE/s320/7525_127951669095_513644095_2342119_5033293_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sp-LYy3VvHI/AAAAAAAACUI/2S5ew0jU3f4/s1600-h/7525_127949784095_513644095_2342077_1775573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377169738190666866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sp-LYy3VvHI/AAAAAAAACUI/2S5ew0jU3f4/s320/7525_127949784095_513644095_2342077_1775573_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello, kopi and ice milo! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, got my hands on Arctic Monkeys' Humbug, well, I haven't really listen the entire cd carefully, but all I know is that their direction of music has changed, in my opinion. Their second album was definitely not like the first(Sporty said they were experimenting), and Humbug is also not like the first, so yeah, I conclude their making different music now. How I got attracted to them is definitely from the first catchy-electric(whatever you call it) songs from Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not. But before I continue making more comments about Humbug, I'm gonna go home and listen to it again, this time, much more carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how my mom dirtied my Diesel shoes? I thought of getting Vans just to, you know, make myself feel better, but then I got myself heels for Hari Raya first, it's ironic, I haven't got my outfit for Raya, but the shoes already there. Now contemplation comes in on whether I should get my hands on Vans, &lt;em&gt;kaching kaching&lt;/em&gt; wise, it's not as easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials aside, broke fast with the regulars yesterday. I remember having bad pasta with my Spice Girls a long time back at Pizza Hut, well I got it again. Somehow the new pastas at Pizza hut looked tantalizing, but my Basil Crayfish Pasta tasted like expired-oily-mee-goreng. And no, I'm not exaggerating. Lasagne's still the best. And oh! Please try the food at Java Kitchen Food Republic @Vivo. I'm not really sure if it's authentic Indon food, but I can assure, it's yummy. $6 for a plate of cone-shaped yellow rice, served with keropok, chicken/beef rendang, friend ikan bilis and nuts, preserved vege, potato balls and the spicy sambal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school's starting January. I did some calculations and stuff, yada here yada there, I think by the time I reach 26, I should be happy and successful, &lt;em&gt;insya'allah. &lt;/em&gt;It's scary to be eventhinking of that age man, but I know someday I'll be that old, so why not! Because it's ok to dream, whether you're 3 or 93.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4826401098806012482?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4826401098806012482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4826401098806012482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4826401098806012482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4826401098806012482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-heartbeat-belongs-to-you.html' title='Every Heartbeat Belongs To You'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sp-LZYkhDfI/AAAAAAAACUQ/W2FCdLsYNQE/s72-c/7525_127951669095_513644095_2342119_5033293_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6448413418046111543</id><published>2009-08-24T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:12:02.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra-Ra-Ramadan!</title><content type='html'>Only 3 days of fasting but I'm already craving for so many foodstuff, and these foodstuff are particular to be exact, some of which:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken Rice; especially the one at Clementi&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinks; Sugarcane juice and Dates Milkshake at Mosi Cafe&lt;br /&gt;3. Chocolate; Cadbury Fruit and Nut&lt;br /&gt;4. Portugese Tart; the one at Thomson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foodtalk aside, for the benefit of others. a lot of other things are tested when a Muslim embrace this holy month of Ramadan. From the way you behave, think and say; it's just not enduring the absence of food and water. Fasting also teaches us Muslims patience, modesty and spirituality. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6448413418046111543?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6448413418046111543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6448413418046111543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6448413418046111543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6448413418046111543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/08/ra-ra-ramadan.html' title='Ra-Ra-Ramadan!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2185814102794383817</id><published>2009-08-18T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:39:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Get To See This Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEqd7KFbI/AAAAAAAACUA/YX7WrbU6-Vk/s1600-h/OgAAAGbW2vL2Vx8k686hBWn_oaXgKMwn4WVfxYdwkqwLtZjftqQutdNRKPMLn-9C5Ignw1qmMNqexguSAD0vHM-Rq8sAm1T1UAmFiLqPzd6vjHSLVD_xOloxKrNd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371251370714863026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEqd7KFbI/AAAAAAAACUA/YX7WrbU6-Vk/s320/OgAAAGbW2vL2Vx8k686hBWn_oaXgKMwn4WVfxYdwkqwLtZjftqQutdNRKPMLn-9C5Ignw1qmMNqexguSAD0vHM-Rq8sAm1T1UAmFiLqPzd6vjHSLVD_xOloxKrNd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEp9uI9CI/AAAAAAAACT4/esnS8J_qZpk/s1600-h/OgAAAImW_-ySXX-6O1YdK3IJlI-U0B4ZgnJSF0FqlEZSeJQS5Mo7aIpwk6xxJVNS8_Qi8Gy8rS9x9EFXaqpiyG1vp4sAm1T1UBsuPSTtOF87bJuA0yzMp_SuxAhx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371251362070328354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEp9uI9CI/AAAAAAAACT4/esnS8J_qZpk/s320/OgAAAImW_-ySXX-6O1YdK3IJlI-U0B4ZgnJSF0FqlEZSeJQS5Mo7aIpwk6xxJVNS8_Qi8Gy8rS9x9EFXaqpiyG1vp4sAm1T1UBsuPSTtOF87bJuA0yzMp_SuxAhx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEpW6mkbI/AAAAAAAACTw/y79MLc4JkCw/s1600-h/OgAAAJ5EnBV35gu1BA2hdv5krh_CMHFIQFW5wBa1Td_nB2NGPWjPwWiVeSsEcH8IYIQX0E-dUWggo0jE-mjT2hYS3_cAm1T1UPom4wNvMDByTH4hf1wkk66ED7mP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371251351653618098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEpW6mkbI/AAAAAAAACTw/y79MLc4JkCw/s320/OgAAAJ5EnBV35gu1BA2hdv5krh_CMHFIQFW5wBa1Td_nB2NGPWjPwWiVeSsEcH8IYIQX0E-dUWggo0jE-mjT2hYS3_cAm1T1UPom4wNvMDByTH4hf1wkk66ED7mP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Preston; he may look like his dad, but he sure never behaves like him. Sweeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/20777736-2185814102794383817?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2185814102794383817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2185814102794383817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2185814102794383817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2185814102794383817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-dont-get-to-see-this-everyday.html' title='You Don&apos;t Get To See This Everyday'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SoqEqd7KFbI/AAAAAAAACUA/YX7WrbU6-Vk/s72-c/OgAAAGbW2vL2Vx8k686hBWn_oaXgKMwn4WVfxYdwkqwLtZjftqQutdNRKPMLn-9C5Ignw1qmMNqexguSAD0vHM-Rq8sAm1T1UAmFiLqPzd6vjHSLVD_xOloxKrNd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-45725072156277782</id><published>2009-08-09T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:00:03.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I can't control my anger, I'll just cry. That's what I did when mom wore my Diesel shoes, for jogging(I start catching my breath at the thought of it!), now that it's stained. Seriously, I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-45725072156277782?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/45725072156277782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=45725072156277782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/45725072156277782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/45725072156277782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/08/drama-mama.html' title='Drama Mama'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1685369572143014599</id><published>2009-08-07T12:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:25:04.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Maybe That Allah Will Grant Love(&amp; friendship) Between You And Those You(now) Hold As Enemies</title><content type='html'>The truth will either make or break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous and sweet, like Lenka’s, like how things are going with me now. Nevertheless, I can still smile and laugh with my friends, even when the not so pretty things are lingering at the back of my head. Pretentious maybe? I feel I’ve a choice you see, and that choice partially determines how I feel about things and how I handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who likes weeping and pulling a long face? Ugly sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write, I want to pen my feelings down, but some things are just stopping me. Just maybe it’s a blog, and people do blog hop, and people do Google you, and some people are just some kaypohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I chose to have a blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as I was saying. Do you have anything or anyone that’s a paradox to everyone else? Well I do, and I’ve come to terms with it, that I’ve myself to believe in, and no one else. Everyone wants to have the best of both worlds, but when you’re caught in the middle, what do you do? I’ve a special someone that goes all the way out to try and put himself in my shoes; demonstrating his concern even if it seems negative, and I appreciate his gesture, and due to that, we are where we are now. I’ve friends, who think they understand (coz when people console and say, “I know how you feel”, no they don’t, they’re not you), and they give me pieces of advice, it may not be best, but I believe it helps. I’ve my mother who eavesdrop on my conversation late at night, at times she hear me crying, but never asks why, coz she knows her daughter is letting all out. Besides all these people around me that truly care, I only have myself to make things better for myself. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, for whatever God has granted with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are worrying for me, I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, I'm good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1685369572143014599?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1685369572143014599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1685369572143014599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1685369572143014599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1685369572143014599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-maybe-that-allah-will-grant-love.html' title='It Maybe That Allah Will Grant Love(&amp; friendship) Between You And Those You(now) Hold As Enemies'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3293291507718782550</id><published>2009-08-05T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:35:00.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexybacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71wk0-QI/AAAAAAAACTo/NaRkhxcYYJo/s1600-h/david-victoria-beckham-armani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456594491308290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71wk0-QI/AAAAAAAACTo/NaRkhxcYYJo/s320/david-victoria-beckham-armani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71jsdodI/AAAAAAAACTg/TGlejGeXOTg/s1600-h/david-victoria-armani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456591033672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71jsdodI/AAAAAAAACTg/TGlejGeXOTg/s320/david-victoria-armani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71SciR5I/AAAAAAAACTY/XEYywzvj_0c/s1600-h/David_Victoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456586403465106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71SciR5I/AAAAAAAACTY/XEYywzvj_0c/s320/David_Victoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71HAE3eI/AAAAAAAACTQ/0l_6KJf3iv0/s1600-h/david-victoria-beckham-armani-ad-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456583331306978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71HAE3eI/AAAAAAAACTQ/0l_6KJf3iv0/s320/david-victoria-beckham-armani-ad-32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl708eHFwI/AAAAAAAACTI/Ks74R3Oioas/s1600-h/article-1115282-030d42cb000005dc-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366456580504491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl708eHFwI/AAAAAAAACTI/Ks74R3Oioas/s320/article-1115282-030d42cb000005dc-72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did it once, now they've done it again. There's a reason why they're on it for the second time round. Rarrrrr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3293291507718782550?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3293291507718782550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3293291507718782550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3293291507718782550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3293291507718782550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/08/sexybacks.html' title='Sexybacks'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Snl71wk0-QI/AAAAAAAACTo/NaRkhxcYYJo/s72-c/david-victoria-beckham-armani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5084430015913640370</id><published>2009-08-04T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:21:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The World Seems To Get Too Tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I want &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;to go somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5084430015913640370?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5084430015913640370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5084430015913640370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5084430015913640370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5084430015913640370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-world-seems-to-get-too-tough.html' title='When The World Seems To Get Too Tough'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5519388925293414600</id><published>2009-07-27T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:49:12.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast Too Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travis's Big Chair best describes my situation right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways earlier today I went for my interview at UniSIM, &lt;em&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt;, it wwas a breeze. In fact most of the time, the interviewee did most of the talking. As usual there'll be pre-interview jitters, I even text Scary and Seri to remind myself of the proper ettiquetes. Shame on you Dayana, call yourself a business student. That aside, I'm pretty much looking forward to start school next year, not so bad, another half a year to party and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming wednesday, karaoke with the regulars. I was actually maintaining my husky voice for it, unfortunately it faded away already. (Ha, I feeling Alicia Keys lah, don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many popular people have visited tiny Singapore! Don't you think so? And so many great concerts coming up ahead. Initially I thought of watching Lady Gaga, but then again, I 'd rather go Singfest, but then again, it's postpone, to when, I don't know! Infuriating huh. Recently Liverpool, I'm no fan, but some of my friends had their fangirl moment, you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entries nowadays are somehow random and irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet too, ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5519388925293414600?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5519388925293414600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5519388925293414600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5519388925293414600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5519388925293414600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-fast-too-judge.html' title='Too Fast Too Judge'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-359321183919162040</id><published>2009-07-25T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:51:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk The Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simply said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps I've not tried hard enough, or wait, perhaps I'm not even trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-359321183919162040?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/359321183919162040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=359321183919162040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/359321183919162040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/359321183919162040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-talk.html' title='Walk The Talk'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-28925471280257243</id><published>2009-07-24T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:47:09.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Indian Food; Chapati!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifa's finally back in Singapore! But, but, she's off to Philippines again the following week. Anyways, it was dinner with them regulars at Al-Azhar. Indian food and Milo dinosaur, I felt like the ultimate Fat Queen yesterday; coz I binged on my friends' food as well. That aside, I loved the stuff Lifa brought back for us. My favourite, call-girls cards! Like yeah, naked women flashing with their tits and privates crossed with a diamond bling(what's the point right, just show everything lah), along with their charges and their contact no. I giggled the whole time just staring at the cards; their business cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-28925471280257243?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/28925471280257243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=28925471280257243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/28925471280257243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/28925471280257243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favourite-indian-food-chapati.html' title='My Favourite Indian Food; Chapati!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2525826542460660364</id><published>2009-07-19T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:47:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Mourning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For once, they actually complied with what's going on in my fantasy head;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spice Girls Greatest hits as my birthday card. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First two weeks of July have been blissful, with the birthday celebrations and such. I shan't spill everything here, coz I'll just go on and on, simply said, I was all smiles with whatever's done/prepared/surprised for me. And thank you to all of you, from the little wishes to the great gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy things aside, I'm heading for my UniSIM interview end of this month, I'm pretty confident I'll breeze through. If this goes well, it's the start of something new, adulthood to be exact. Ever since I start work, I take into consideration of the little things I do, from shopping to getting enough sleep. I've not mastered the art of balancing the things going on with my life, work and social, as I still resort to coffee in the morning. Funnily though, I've become a regular patron of Wang's Coffee and Toast(Starbucks expensive sia to buy as everyday coffee, lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides the physical things, there's the emotional ones to handle to. Not that I'm complaining, I'm learning to brace whatever that's to come. These are all tests, tests from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm thankful that life's pretty smooth for me currently, occasionally there are bumps here and there, but so far so good, &lt;em&gt;alhmadulillah&lt;/em&gt;. I remember, a person's happiness is someone else's sadness, always in my mind. Here I am waking up with a smile on my face everyday, but I'm sure there are those who are in sober/pain. I keep telling myself, there's a time to come, for everything. I maybe happy today, and sad tomorrow. As much as God sets everything, we still have a choice, we still have the authority to make a choice, to either make things for the better or worst. I'm grateful, that for my time now, it's all things pleasant, and that I should never take it for granted, even for the littlest things. Being appreciative to the smallest things is the first step to bigger things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for work, responsibilties getting heavier now, it's sometimes taxing, and for the benefit who think it's easy, damn it's not just about building bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having food talk, hahahaha. Fish Soup at Food Republic Wisma is ze-best! Lately I've been bringing home cooked food to work(there's nothing nuch new to taste at work), well most of the time it's my mom's cooking, but today I decided to ass omlette to my dish! It's corn omlette to be exact. The sweet and crunchy corn complimented the eggs and milk so well. Never heard corn with eggs before right? Yeah, coz it was my concoction. Lol. And Nasi Ayam Aspirasi at Seah Im Foodcourt Harbour Front Centre, serves really yummy rice, I mean the rice's not like any other chicken rice, it definitely has texture and lotsa chicken essence in it. Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the friends who are overseas now, you know who you are. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-2525826542460660364?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2525826542460660364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2525826542460660364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2525826542460660364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2525826542460660364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-mourning.html' title='Are You 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weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But one thing's for sure, the littlest of things matter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like letting me taste home-made curry puffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 4th July, small efforts came to a big surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ask me, I've more than enugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, he is the best thing that has happened to me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7334777853724304834?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7334777853724304834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7334777853724304834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/07/mirahs-gay-party.html' title='Mirah&apos;s Gay Party'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SktGOXlH9pI/AAAAAAAACSw/BH5tb6OXcmE/s72-c/5176_96830728090_715038090_2057188_4527928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4020068375486195595</id><published>2009-06-20T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:32:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifi's 21st at Amirah's Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SjxlztM0K2I/AAAAAAAACRQ/xq2Sm2m4Q8Q/s1600-h/4978_107376851666_622721666_2832123_1960506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349262054019740338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SjxlfxxSsrI/AAAAAAAACQI/dXxTJHc_1rM/s320/4978_107376706666_622721666_2832098_5791570_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349262069223671522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SjxlgqaMRuI/AAAAAAAACQg/FhkS60379zQ/s320/4978_107376766666_622721666_2832108_4089462_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And my affection for foooooooood. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4020068375486195595?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SjxlztM0K2I/AAAAAAAACRQ/xq2Sm2m4Q8Q/s72-c/4978_107376851666_622721666_2832123_1960506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4766685787949911344</id><published>2009-06-18T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:09:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Ok To Trip As Long As You Get Back Up Baby</title><content type='html'>So this is how life of a young working adult's like. I feel the adrenaline, and frankly speaking, I don't quite like it. Just so many things to juggle; a living example of a clown. In time to come, responsibilities get heavier, and other goals to achieve, with school especially. And there's the people around you to take care of. I've always thought I'm ready, looking at now, I'm still on my way to being ready. Simply because, we're always growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4766685787949911344?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4766685787949911344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4766685787949911344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4766685787949911344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4766685787949911344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-ok-to-trip-as-long-as-you-get-back.html' title='It&apos;s Ok To Trip As Long As You Get Back Up Baby'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2472635269992482181</id><published>2009-06-17T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:12:32.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Eula Outside 7 Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sjj5PdXDPKI/AAAAAAAACQA/o8K8TEsc_ac/s1600-h/5058_90973679262_788209262_1929476_8145903_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348298601477127330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sjj5DX8R2wI/AAAAAAAACPQ/0SwBAX22pI8/s320/5058_90972174262_788209262_1929442_6617568_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-2472635269992482181?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2472635269992482181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2472635269992482181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2472635269992482181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2472635269992482181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-eula-outside-7-eleven.html' title='Meet Eula Outside 7 Eleven'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sjj5PdXDPKI/AAAAAAAACQA/o8K8TEsc_ac/s72-c/5058_90973679262_788209262_1929476_8145903_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4856757171938888969</id><published>2009-06-15T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:41:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Girls Always Have More Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna say much, so simply said, I love being a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus that I have amazing girlfriends, makes it all even better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4856757171938888969?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4856757171938888969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4856757171938888969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4856757171938888969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4856757171938888969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-girls-always-have-more-fun.html' title='Because Girls Always Have More Fun'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4200463205493154603</id><published>2009-06-10T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:20:11.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Falling Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Si-ovPWovjI/AAAAAAAACPI/VMdYswjSK-c/s1600-h/4652_101006358880_645133880_1951470_4144004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345676812240862770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Si-ovPWovjI/AAAAAAAACPI/VMdYswjSK-c/s320/4652_101006358880_645133880_1951470_4144004_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Si-ou2DjxlI/AAAAAAAACPA/CpqCaoYZmyw/s1600-h/4652_101006348880_645133880_1951468_1059319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345676805449958994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Si-ou2DjxlI/AAAAAAAACPA/CpqCaoYZmyw/s320/4652_101006348880_645133880_1951468_1059319_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me, yes, I terribly miss blogging. Just that nowadays, I'm kinda caught up with other things, especially work. But before I carry on, I was just reading my previous entry, OMG, shame on me! The grammatical errors in that one paragraph, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, a few birthday shoutouts. On 8 June, my best friend Lifa turned 21! Unfortunately she's in Florida; yeah how cool is that. And tomorrow is other best friend Fifi who's turning 21 as well. From pleated-hair school girls, to rebelious teens and now, young ladies. I wish them both many happy days ahead, to be in the pink of health always and that they'll give and get all the love in the world. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dammit, when I finally can get down to do some blogging, I've nuts to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies really fast, look, it's half a year gone, just like that. And within this period, many things took place, changes. Changes can be good, they can be sad as well. Sometimes, I do wish I can go back to then, selfish me, I wanna have the best of worlds. I'm sure some people in your life, they are meant to be special. I do have a special someone now, and I do love him a whole damn lot, but there are also others which are just as special, my girlfriends especially, and those who can affect me, they're considered special. I'm ashamed to say that I'm afraid I'll lose these people, coz from what I see now, some of them are slowly fading. But then again, I'm thinking, I'm being selfish, again. So yeah, the world doesn't only revolve around me, but it's hard for me to brush this negativity away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I carry on, this entry is going nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just leave it hanging, for now, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about girlfriends, I'm gonna boom-boom-pow this Friday. I'm gonna make everyone will be Imsonia-ed, tired from Love Lockdown, and if someone ask me, 'You Seek Amy?', I'll just say, 'Yeah, she's getting Hot and Cold with Katy Perry.' Geddit, geddit? Hahahahahahahahaha, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey malay friends, what's &lt;em&gt;cukor rambut&lt;/em&gt; in English? Maiya is getting hers end of this month, and guess what, I wanna be extra kepo, I wanna carry her all the way, ok no maybe most of the time, and show her to all my relatives. It's gonna be an extra big event I guess, inviation cards are even printed out. She's really a princess I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still well and happy, and of coz still eating. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4200463205493154603?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4200463205493154603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4200463205493154603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4200463205493154603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4200463205493154603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-falling-star.html' title='Like A Falling Star'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Si-ovPWovjI/AAAAAAAACPI/VMdYswjSK-c/s72-c/4652_101006358880_645133880_1951470_4144004_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3063728604111603341</id><published>2009-05-29T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:34:44.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Make Changes, It's Time To Make Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sh03csWPW3I/AAAAAAAACO4/Hspb1IHhzio/s1600-h/4736_94566789714_514589714_2701899_5134030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340485699211582322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sh03csWPW3I/AAAAAAAACO4/Hspb1IHhzio/s320/4736_94566789714_514589714_2701899_5134030_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you ask me, I'm pretty much satisfied with everything that's going on now. Well, of coz changes and adjustments have to be made, but it all good. Good thing aside, pressure's on me too, this and that and work. It's not that overwhelming just yet, I'm still under control. Food and laughter, and the boy, are the things that keeps me sane. Coz when life throw you in a pit, you get back up. And that's exactly what I am going to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEHHHHHH-PEEEEE BURFF-DEYYYYY F-AAAAAA-EEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Annoying sia, you're one of my best and will always be. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3063728604111603341?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3063728604111603341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3063728604111603341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3063728604111603341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3063728604111603341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-time-to-make-changes-its-time-to_29.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Make Changes, It&apos;s Time To Make Plans'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sh03csWPW3I/AAAAAAAACO4/Hspb1IHhzio/s72-c/4736_94566789714_514589714_2701899_5134030_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1835400870577960634</id><published>2009-05-22T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:01:32.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbu For Geraldine's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaDH793BEI/AAAAAAAACOw/wfCP3jnCm4E/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338598580673774658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaDH793BEI/AAAAAAAACOw/wfCP3jnCm4E/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaDH3m3ZxI/AAAAAAAACOo/oP2aq_zQA_E/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338598579503589138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaDH3m3ZxI/AAAAAAAACOo/oP2aq_zQA_E/s320/15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAjOmBTLI/AAAAAAAACOY/Y-noyAVRfZQ/s1600-h/23.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595750995643570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAjOmBTLI/AAAAAAAACOY/Y-noyAVRfZQ/s320/23.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAi9xwllI/AAAAAAAACOQ/szcPXVP75Pg/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595746481477202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAi9xwllI/AAAAAAAACOQ/szcPXVP75Pg/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAirBSE0I/AAAAAAAACOI/pkS5_FADc6s/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595741446312770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAirBSE0I/AAAAAAAACOI/pkS5_FADc6s/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAimS36yI/AAAAAAAACOA/XIt625jrAjA/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595740177918754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAimS36yI/AAAAAAAACOA/XIt625jrAjA/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAiTin-gI/AAAAAAAACN4/5P7-ViUGlfE/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338595735143709186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaAiTin-gI/AAAAAAAACN4/5P7-ViUGlfE/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338598579517307826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaDH3qIu7I/AAAAAAAACOg/gR3GN_8RAO4/s320/26.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We came specially for green curry!&lt;br /&gt;With placecards, ribbons and bows as the theme, we totally fit into the 70's-oriental-peranakan feel of the restaurant, just awesomeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-1835400870577960634?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1835400870577960634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1835400870577960634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1835400870577960634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1835400870577960634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/bumbu-for-geraldines-21st.html' title='Bumbu For Geraldine&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ShaDH793BEI/AAAAAAAACOw/wfCP3jnCm4E/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5001271189320900680</id><published>2009-05-19T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:04:41.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You To Fly With Me</title><content type='html'>"I remember months ago, maybe a year ago, I'd tell myself, the term soulmate, existed only in papers. I thought maybe people were delusional when they accepted that whole idea. I keep on saying to myself, id it really existed, I'd never find one. Now I'm ashamed of thinking so, because the only delusional person is me. I found mine. And mine's so awesome. She's the best. She's the very best, I feel like I'm ultra human when she confesses her love. So true. My soulmate was there along, I realised that only 5 months ago. And I'm glad it was late. Than never."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5001271189320900680?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5001271189320900680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5001271189320900680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5001271189320900680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5001271189320900680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-you-to-fly-with-me.html' title='I Want You To Fly With Me'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7086670971877787444</id><published>2009-05-18T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:46:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm At My Highest With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing more I could say, so, I'll do whatever it takes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7086670971877787444?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7086670971877787444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7086670971877787444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7086670971877787444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7086670971877787444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-at-my-highest-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m At My Highest With You'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7259315155650605595</id><published>2009-05-14T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:33:58.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus18p2urI/AAAAAAAACNw/8ZxxXGVPrEE/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335548226365209266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus18p2urI/AAAAAAAACNw/8ZxxXGVPrEE/s320/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus1wmwKsI/AAAAAAAACNo/rgiJ9hhB-sQ/s1600-h/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335548223130970818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus1wmwKsI/AAAAAAAACNo/rgiJ9hhB-sQ/s320/DSC01133.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/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus1_RmBsI/AAAAAAAACNg/QZlgAD6Lpz8/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335548227068757698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus1_RmBsI/AAAAAAAACNg/QZlgAD6Lpz8/s320/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my niece, Maiya Sofea Zahirah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And look at me, told you, I'm mommy material. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, anybody caught Idol yesterday? I think Kris Allen's rendition of Heartless, fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20777736-7259315155650605595?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7259315155650605595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7259315155650605595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7259315155650605595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7259315155650605595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/Sgus18p2urI/AAAAAAAACNw/8ZxxXGVPrEE/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5263865523259226681</id><published>2009-05-13T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:38:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Matter If The Noodles or Powder Goes In First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Maggie Mee tasted so bland, and of coz I feel like the ultimate failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kid asked me, "How did you cook this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no, I'm not bad at cooking, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5263865523259226681?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5263865523259226681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5263865523259226681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5263865523259226681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5263865523259226681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-doesnt-matter-if-noodles-or-powder.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Matter If The Noodles or Powder Goes In First'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-930282097328489581</id><published>2009-05-11T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:54:56.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Crush Is Fatty But Yummy</title><content type='html'>Just recently I met Fifi, oh boy, it’s been almost a month since I last met her. Now that her exams are over, we plan to party till our boobs sag, Ah Geok you can join us if you want, wait, I know you want (the inside flip joke). As usual, what’s a meet up without a cup of coffee, planted our sexy bums at Starbucks and chatted the night away. From ‘in-laws’, to hookers in flats to weddings to also other intellectual conversation topics. Shima, if only you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh work is pretty much the same, economic downturn, so business can be rather slow on some days. Other than that, I’m still handling projects related to birthday parties and corporate events. I think that’s the best about being in this job; kiddy stuff is always fun. Talking abour parties, Iwasthisclosetolosingmypatience to the kids yesterday, chaos baby, chaos. Holding a managerial position is not easy, I mean especially when my colleagues are close to the same age as me. Other than that, office politics are normal, but thankfully it’s not going on at my store. Hearing other people telling stories’ enough. And I’m gonna be expecting a non-local staff anytime soon, this time around she’s PRC. Apparently she’s been at another outlet for 6 months already, yadayadayadayada, she’s transferred to my outlet. We’re such sai-kang warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Boy’s pretty much done with the first few grueling months of national slavery. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille just emailed me from Japan! Ahhhh, she told me she couldn’t find Jagabee there, isn’t that snack from Japan? Correct me if I’m wrong man. And I wonder how Lifa’s doing in sunny Florida. There’s Nadia too downunder. Sporty’s back from Korean, soon enough Seri-o heading to Korea too. Perhaps, it’s time for me to get away man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss food talk. Anyways ever since Camille introduced me to the ice-slice thingy, I’ve been getting fat devouring it. Especially Slice of Life at Far East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollerblades in July(crosses fingers), then just maybe I can cut all these weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-930282097328489581?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/930282097328489581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=930282097328489581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/930282097328489581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/930282097328489581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/major-crush-is-fatty-but-yummy.html' title='Major Crush Is Fatty But Yummy'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7233665543293525142</id><published>2009-05-06T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:46:32.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bar Of Chocolate Per Day, Keeps The Sadness Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SgFwXaNjbxI/AAAAAAAACNY/E2AkbRfnw3o/s1600-h/041808_lilyallenwenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332666981258850066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SgFwXaNjbxI/AAAAAAAACNY/E2AkbRfnw3o/s320/041808_lilyallenwenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;I don't fancy the new do. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that just maybe I can see you more than once a week after tomorrow, I'm having the jitters too boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, especially when you're not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure I'll ask questions that you told me to avoid, like, "Have you eaten?". Now, I'm trying to cook up some conversation opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I nervous? No laaaaaaaa, shy only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know some of you are rolling your eyes, yes I can be shy, at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7233665543293525142?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7233665543293525142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7233665543293525142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7233665543293525142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7233665543293525142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/bar-of-chocolate-per-day-keeps-sadness.html' title='A Bar Of Chocolate Per Day, Keeps The Sadness Away'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SgFwXaNjbxI/AAAAAAAACNY/E2AkbRfnw3o/s72-c/041808_lilyallenwenn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3246235787843833819</id><published>2009-05-05T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:06:24.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Important Your Cheese Is To You, The More You Want To Hold Onto It</title><content type='html'>I don't know if this is unfair or it's just the way it is, but I'm pretty upset by the fact that we can't do the things we use to do. Though I know our actions have it's reprecussions, but sometimes, I wish we can put that aside, and go back where we used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3246235787843833819?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3246235787843833819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3246235787843833819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3246235787843833819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3246235787843833819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-important-your-cheese-is-to-you.html' title='The More Important Your Cheese Is To You, The More You Want To Hold Onto It'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-569524974761690588</id><published>2009-05-04T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:26:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I've Not Been Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lenka. Lenka. Lenka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy songs; gives you this feeling where you wanna be in a polka-dot bubble dress, with a big bow headband, in sneakers and running around in an open green field with ballons in your hands. Hahahahaha, check out the album, you'll know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-569524974761690588?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/569524974761690588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=569524974761690588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/569524974761690588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/569524974761690588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-ive-not-been-blogging.html' title='I Know I&apos;ve Not Been Blogging'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8616139673584654413</id><published>2009-04-24T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:33:37.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Sweetheart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following tel conversation took place about a min ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby: Hello Nana, baby leave for you one nugget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Nugget from where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby: KFC, teacher give, just now go excursion, Science Centre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: How many nuggets you have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby: Two only, one I eat, one I keep for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Aiya no need, just eat the nugget. So what did you see at Science Centre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby: Dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: That's all, what else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby: Got many other animals, but I don't know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetically cute, what a sweetheart. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8616139673584654413?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8616139673584654413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8616139673584654413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8616139673584654413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8616139673584654413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/whos-your-sweetheart.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Sweetheart?'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-2150396970114474399</id><published>2009-04-23T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:37:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are My Entries Getting Boring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Page One is having 20% of Paulo's books, and some other amazing titles as well. I freely browsed, no in fact read, By The Rover Piedra I Sat Down And Wept, till page30 last week at MPH. It's a damn good book. Having the sale, of coz I'm not gonna freeload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ridiculous birthday wish for Jack; may you have strong fingers to work the computers so as to excel in your studies and such, and may you have a warm and fuzzy heart always like the bears in my store so you'll give and get all the love in the world. And more importantly, many happy days ahead. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-2150396970114474399?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/2150396970114474399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=2150396970114474399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2150396970114474399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/2150396970114474399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-my-entries-getting-boring.html' title='Are My Entries Getting Boring?'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5043536412773092018</id><published>2009-04-21T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:22:43.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is My 660th Post!</title><content type='html'>In a matter of few hours, Lifa will settle in safely at Florida. Boo! She's one lucky girl, been to so many places before the age of 21. I can see her becoming a social worker and such, she dedicated her teenage years into this. On the downside, she won't be here to celebrate her birthday, including mine as well. And it's not only her, Shima's heading to London end of June. Oh London, where anything and everything cool comes from. Anyways, it's 3 of my good girlfriends away in July, including Nadia who's studying abroad. Fret not, I've my other favourite girls, Fifi and Camille, and my favourite boy too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fifi, Shima, Sporty, Ginger, and everyone else who's busy with school and mugging especially, all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5043536412773092018?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5043536412773092018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5043536412773092018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5043536412773092018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5043536412773092018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-660th-post.html' title='This Is My 660th Post!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5649378256321707514</id><published>2009-04-14T12:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:56:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Food Talk</title><content type='html'>I had Kopi-o for the past 3 days straight, 2 days were coz I really need it, but for today, I just felt like drinking it. Coffee devotee or what, but this time not to Starbucks but for a $1 coffee-in-a-styrofoam-cup. Too much of it, my breath will gradually stink. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working close to a year, nowadays I have trouble deciding on what to eat during my breaks. This is what I usually do, stand at the entrance, look right, left, right and left again. If I go right, it'll be fast food and mini munchies, if I go left it'll be fast food and hawkers. Pathetic. I know, I can pack food from home and stuff, but thing is, the things I can cook, very minimal. And more importantly, I'm lazy. My point is, yesterday I decided to have laksa(will always think of MaBo at Gluttons Bay), and I prefer it without &lt;em&gt;tauge. &lt;/em&gt;Unfortunately, the lady decided to dump a lump of the white-skinny-vegetable-with-tail into my laksa. Upset? Yes I was, totally. I had a ridiculously hard time eating my laksa, I literally picked out the tauges, and the fact that they blend in with the laksa mee, it was harder than I thought. The laksa was piping hot and spicy, so imgaine the task of, separating the tauge, picking the mee up with my chopstick, chomping it down, within 30mins, not easy right. Oh my god, a chunk of paragraph about my laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sooner or later, I'll be dragged to go jogging, maybe even literally dragged by the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random-not-about-food note, I wanna be cool moms like them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWf8BKMrI/AAAAAAAACNQ/fNNU2BCM1xQ/s1600-h/vic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324405397401514674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWf8BKMrI/AAAAAAAACNQ/fNNU2BCM1xQ/s320/vic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Victoria Beckham with son Cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWf_JCTEI/AAAAAAAACNI/z3l005TrIFo/s1600-h/nicole_harlow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324405398239857730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWf_JCTEI/AAAAAAAACNI/z3l005TrIFo/s320/nicole_harlow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole Richie with daughter Harlow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWfom8sSI/AAAAAAAACNA/QXIHFEvsdYQ/s1600-h/gwen_stefani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324405392191303970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWfom8sSI/AAAAAAAACNA/QXIHFEvsdYQ/s320/gwen_stefani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gwen Stefani with son Kingston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice that Britney's not in the list? I don't think she deserves it, she's a better entertainer than mom. Yeah, some of you might say, Dayana's having the thought of making babies already. No. Just that my niece Maiya, she's just too adorable, that's why I'm having these baby thoughts. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5649378256321707514?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5649378256321707514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5649378256321707514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5649378256321707514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5649378256321707514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-some-food-talk.html' title='Just Some Food Talk'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeQWf8BKMrI/AAAAAAAACNQ/fNNU2BCM1xQ/s72-c/vic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6723404936507585214</id><published>2009-04-13T20:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:22:15.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Birthdays Are Such Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil's; 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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6723404936507585214?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6723404936507585214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6723404936507585214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6723404936507585214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6723404936507585214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-birthdays-are-such-fun.html' title='Why Birthdays Are Such Fun!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SeMwVIAr0yI/AAAAAAAACKw/rJIlA9YtkFI/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5788545682165153906</id><published>2009-04-11T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:00:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now(Na Na Na)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, me, dancefloor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dammmnnnnn~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, that you all already know, Britney rocks &amp;amp; I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5788545682165153906?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5788545682165153906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5788545682165153906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5788545682165153906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5788545682165153906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/rightna-na-na.html' title='Right Now(Na Na Na)'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6248887897655008955</id><published>2009-04-08T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:47:26.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Happy Wrinkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.&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/20777736-6248887897655008955?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6248887897655008955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6248887897655008955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6248887897655008955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6248887897655008955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-happy-wrinkles.html' title='Your Happy Wrinkles'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6238556756745615862</id><published>2009-03-31T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:03:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Love In The World</title><content type='html'>Allright, I'm over Coldplay, period. Lately, a lot of great happy things took place, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls usually have more fun, yeah! Friday afternoon was I-won't-return-again-for-it coffee(I shan't say where) but with oh-so-amazing blueberry cheesecake with Lifa. That girl is ever busy with school, and soon she's going to a work-travel thingy to Florida; my eyes are turning green suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent at Helipad, we played really stupid games and of coz, we took tons of crazy photos. And as usual, I've always been the butt of all jokes. Before all of those fun, dinner(Fisherman's Wharf) wasn't that exciting. The increase in price and the unavailability of baked chips were a disappointment. But come to think of it, we still pay, sit and eat. Why? Simply coz eating is one of Singaporeans favourite pastime, my favourite too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, on Saturday, it was an eating fiesta as well. Sporty, Scary and myself, we chomped on Yong Tau Fu like there's no tomorrow. Straightaway it was dessert, aaaaaaah Chendol baby. Them including Seri-O were psyched on travelling to Korea. It's like they had a search engine built in the heads, they know of all the places to go, food to eat, things to do, hotels to accomodate before even heading there. Till today, I can never understand their Korean fever, to them anything and everything Korean is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightime with the favourite one, I did some eating as well, what's new. Sure-syiok satay at Lau Pa Sat! Sadly, I didn't know which stall the satays came from. I mean, the satay sellers there, there were like touting everyone and anyone who came along, they invite you to a seat and just plumped you with their menu, what's good and stuff. But then again, I pity them, imagine the amount of time needed to scrub their bodies, in order not to smell like a living example of a life-size satay. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calories I lost during Coldplay, was regained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the food talk aside, earlier today I became an aunt! To Maiya Sofea Zahirah. Another addition to the family, a beautiful princess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Happy Bithday to Nabil. And Ah-Geok, you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6238556756745615862?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6238556756745615862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6238556756745615862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6238556756745615862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6238556756745615862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-love-in-world.html' title='All The Love In The World'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6950376145642032883</id><published>2009-03-25T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:44:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still not over Coldplay's concert, coz Fix You live = goosebumps all over my body. I recorded some of the songs played on my pathetic little phone, it's images are ridiculously blur, I could only see lights, and her myself and others screaming in the background. Amelia, pictures please. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1CRs-7lRlPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm voting for this cause, so should you!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6950376145642032883?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6950376145642032883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6950376145642032883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6950376145642032883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6950376145642032883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/amused.html' title='Amused'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6929045176422598532</id><published>2009-03-24T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:22:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes My Early Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm very sure I lost some calories from all the jumping, screaming, dancing, singing, skanking etc etc etc. Not only that, I lost my EZLink along the way. The money, the drama-mama fit I had and my loss of EZLink, it was all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLDPLAY WAS WAY BEYOND A-MAAYYY-ZIIIIIING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact I became impatient; it only started at 920pm, I loved the tease during the concert, it's makes the excitement bubbles in my body pop. Ahhhhhh, I could just go on and on, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6929045176422598532?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6929045176422598532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6929045176422598532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6929045176422598532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6929045176422598532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-goes-my-early-birthday-present.html' title='There Goes My Early Birthday Present'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3575923521765387952</id><published>2009-03-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:21:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Better Pick Up My Call Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tears stream down your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you lose something you can't replace..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you'd give me the silent treatment, or even smack me in the face, if I were to brag about seeing Chris Martin later. Today's the day where I'm gonna try to touch Chris from my seat, hahahahaha. I'm bubbling with excitement now, and the fact that I'm going with someone that's like a replica of Althea(she looks and sounds like you Alts!) makes it even more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3575923521765387952?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3575923521765387952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3575923521765387952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3575923521765387952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3575923521765387952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-better-pick-up-my-call-boy.html' title='You Better Pick Up My Call Boy'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7461683207036677364</id><published>2009-03-20T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:32:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Great Breafast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScNwI8SlCzI/AAAAAAAACI4/0yo3B73pTjA/s1600-h/1untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315215284152634162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScNwI8SlCzI/AAAAAAAACI4/0yo3B73pTjA/s320/1untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like Faiz's mental note(no.6) this time, again. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7461683207036677364?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7461683207036677364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7461683207036677364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7461683207036677364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7461683207036677364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-have-great-breafast.html' title='We Have Great Breafast'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScNwI8SlCzI/AAAAAAAACI4/0yo3B73pTjA/s72-c/1untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-1788940892876936178</id><published>2009-03-19T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:42:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Is For Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhG8dDSpI/AAAAAAAACIw/0PDtORRoKno/s1600-h/2641_57156744262_788209262_1526907_3056142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314846913441516178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhG8dDSpI/AAAAAAAACIw/0PDtORRoKno/s320/2641_57156744262_788209262_1526907_3056142_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGsS7xLI/AAAAAAAACIo/hB-3uy4i5X4/s1600-h/2641_57153449262_788209262_1526872_1127968_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314846909104112818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGsS7xLI/AAAAAAAACIo/hB-3uy4i5X4/s320/2641_57153449262_788209262_1526872_1127968_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGjVTggI/AAAAAAAACIg/VlNm8Rz2NeY/s1600-h/2641_57150154262_788209262_1526843_6095495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314846906698138114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGjVTggI/AAAAAAAACIg/VlNm8Rz2NeY/s320/2641_57150154262_788209262_1526843_6095495_n.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/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGtGn4RI/AAAAAAAACIY/dKnOclt_eqQ/s1600-h/2641_57151689262_788209262_1526859_696682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314846909320913170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGtGn4RI/AAAAAAAACIY/dKnOclt_eqQ/s320/2641_57151689262_788209262_1526859_696682_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGVGSaNI/AAAAAAAACIQ/PjXfXIkGfLc/s1600-h/2641_56893364262_788209262_1523616_416718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314846902877055186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhGVGSaNI/AAAAAAAACIQ/PjXfXIkGfLc/s320/2641_56893364262_788209262_1523616_416718_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; I is Infinite Love For Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Check how I try to be snapped with the stingray)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/20777736-1788940892876936178?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/1788940892876936178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=1788940892876936178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1788940892876936178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/1788940892876936178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-is-for-irish.html' title='I Is For Irish'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/ScIhG8dDSpI/AAAAAAAACIw/0PDtORRoKno/s72-c/2641_57156744262_788209262_1526907_3056142_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4431891121995565719</id><published>2009-03-17T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T12:33:05.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing, Sing A Song</title><content type='html'>I was at Gluttons Bay for dinner yesterday and as I expected, there's really no more Ma Bo Laksa. Anyways more importantly, it was a farewell gathering for Irish! No she's not from Ireland(ok stupid, bad, lame, all in one), she's a Philippino, an awesome one I must add. We had the intention of stuffing her with local cuisine, instead we got ourselves stuffed. I felt as if I'm turning into a mammoth, seriously I ate a lot yesterday, from lunch to tea to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you not afraid you'd get diabetes or high cholestrol..." I never thought about it that way, I mean, there's too much things going on in my head, or I should say joy, whenever I eat, that such negativity doesn't come to mind. Frankly speaking, I don't know when I exactly enjoy eating so much, I mean yes we eat, but what I meant was eating good food, happy food that makes me happy, majority will be fatty food of coz. One person that can understand this, Seri-o; she likes chicken(irrelevant and random, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a rush of blood to the head already, geddit, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As partying plans are cancelled, I wonder what I will be up to this Friday night. If you ask me, I really miss sisha and supper, in other words my regulars. Thankfully tonight's dinner was with Camille, because sometimes I couldn't care less about the boys. Coming up is Frederick aka Nabelo 21st, the theme is annoyingly senseless for a 21st celebration right, but who cares. Yellow yellow, dirty fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writting this much, I realised, damn I missed blogging. Somehow my previous entries are pathetic, barely a proper paragraph to read. It's close to 2am, I'm still here. Partly coz I missed being on MSN and partly coz I can afford to accompany the owls a bit longer tonight, I'm on afternoon shift tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am right now, sometimes I do sulk at the silliest things, my sensitive sensor is somehow reactivated. Someone slap some sense out of me, coz really, in reality, we are subconsciously doing the things we don't wanna do. Before this goes on and on, I'll end it here. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4431891121995565719?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4431891121995565719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4431891121995565719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4431891121995565719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4431891121995565719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/sing-sing-song.html' title='Sing, Sing A Song'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-4795177450651022025</id><published>2009-03-15T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:21:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sia, Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really liked how the week ended for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was twice the love,&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;em&gt;Fur&lt;/em&gt;bulous Fashion Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell, I'm pretty much lazy to get into details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-4795177450651022025?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/4795177450651022025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=4795177450651022025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4795177450651022025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/4795177450651022025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-sia-happy.html' title='Happy Sia, Happy'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3536210584019151749</id><published>2009-03-14T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:42:38.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh, Uncle Auntie, Why You Close Your Store?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. And also, kambeng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just some of the names, he loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3536210584019151749?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3536210584019151749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3536210584019151749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3536210584019151749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3536210584019151749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhh-uncle-auntie-why-you-close-your.html' title='Ahhhh, Uncle Auntie, Why You Close Your Store?'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7824570533359285339</id><published>2009-03-10T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:21:10.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Find Sexy In The Weirdest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because Gervais is a moron; just like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gervais: ... How's everything on your side? Any updates on our clique?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Everyone's still the same, no one got married whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Gervais: Oh man, I was hoping something like Alvin, Vina and Josh got stucked in a love triangle.  Or Hafiz(Fizah that's you, right?) entered a water drinking competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's only March, yet there are already great acts who have performed and coming here to perform. It's a good sign, don't you think so? Coldplay has driven so many people mad, imagine Britney, I think I'll have sleepless nights! Ok wishful thinking. Whatever people name her, I'm still a fan, a huge one; name me a song and I can sing it to you. Sporty thanked China, for me, I can only congratulate myself for having the intention of going to a concert alone, at first. And all the drama following that intention, it's crazy.&lt;br /&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/20777736-7824570533359285339?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7824570533359285339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7824570533359285339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7824570533359285339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7824570533359285339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-find-sexy-in-weridest-things.html' title='I Find Sexy In The Weirdest Things'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-3923667655912219260</id><published>2009-03-08T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:21:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying For Love, Paying In Naivety</title><content type='html'>My 2 days of break went to fast and furious for me, it's hello mon-dayne tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One place I hate to go, hospitals. The smell of raw medicine, really quite corridors, and especially patients wrapped up in bandages etc. For the 4th time(or maybe 5th?), Adam's involved in an accident, this time it's a serious. At the time when I got the news, my heart felt really heavy, coz you see, we were supposed to meet for supper with the regulars that night. So let's say we did, things would changed right. Anyways, the feeling when I saw him in that condition, I don't know what's the exact word for it, but it's sad, sympathy, thankful and glee all in one. It wasn't really a sad story after, funnily(and thankfully) there wasn't even a scratch on his face, and on his watch too! Frederick even joked about the hanger on top of him, that he has to prepare for public tranports in the future. Whatever he is, Man of Titanium(as he proclaimed), we all want him to get better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes, I'll only say what I want/gonna do, but I don't actually get down to business. It's not just about proscatinations only, I'm a victim of circumstances, I guess. Or that might just be an excuse for me. Right now, I'm not that same person you can have consequences on, I've grown a little bit stronger and I've learn how to heck-care; it's allright to be slefish to the right people who've done you wrong. You've slam-dunked, chiselled, blended(and whatever that severs things) my heart so many times, this time around, I'm very sure I'll never let you do that again. I've come to realise that all these while, it's me who wants you to understand, you never did, instead it's the other way round, well guess what, I don't think I know you enough, and I gave up understanding you. Simply said, friends don't do this to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness aside, Saturday was way beyond awesome. I tire myself by being out the whole day, but it was well spent. From breakfast, to Jalan Merah Saga for the not-yet-started Batman Forever exhibition, to catching Notebook by the pond, to Botak Jones and finally Clarke Quay, all I had in my head was happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;jaba-bang-bang&lt;/em&gt; your guts, you can break me, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faiz said, "I know the things that make you happy Dayana. Food(he knows me best) and retail theraphy, period." I guess, it doesn't take a lot to tell how special you are to someone else. Call me messy, lazy, cranky, anything you want, this boy holds a very special place in my heart, minus the fact that he can be fucking annoying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to continue blogging, but this eyes of mine, they're getting real heavy now. Goodnight world, make love, make peace. Does that even make sense....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-3923667655912219260?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/3923667655912219260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=3923667655912219260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3923667655912219260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/3923667655912219260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/praying-for-love-paying-in-naivety.html' title='Praying For Love, Paying In Naivety'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5541826883377790948</id><published>2009-03-05T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:34:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Feels So Right</title><content type='html'>My regulars are becoming rare-gulars of late. Camille was recently caught in a minor accident, that woman deserves a smack in the head for not telling me; I only found out when I bumped into her few days back. Jack is somewhere in wonderland. Frederick is busy with business I guess. Gimmy, I don't know. Iman skating as always, keeping his hair long. Adam's in national slavery. Sooner or later, I'll miss them real hard, and I'll call for an urgent meeting, late night supper at Al-Azhar. Food makes everyone happy, especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking of food, my gum has been swollen for the past 2 days. Thank god, it's all better. Can you imagine, I had hard time opening my mouth just to bite a burger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5541826883377790948?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5541826883377790948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5541826883377790948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5541826883377790948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5541826883377790948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-feels-so-right.html' title='Everything Feels So Right'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7995091212911142182</id><published>2009-03-04T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:22:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Is Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fuck you (fuck you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please don't stay in touch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I just couldn't stop smiling listening to this, Lily's new album is part God, part country and all middle finger. Seriously, you should listen to how this song goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7995091212911142182?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7995091212911142182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7995091212911142182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7995091212911142182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7995091212911142182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-is-music.html' title='March Is Music'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-6906768716035871577</id><published>2009-02-26T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:56:59.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Me, It's You</title><content type='html'>I love all my friends. From the ones I made accidentally to the ones I can never seem to get enough of. I know everyone change, on purpose or not, for good or for the worst. The number of friends I've made can never tally with the number of friends that have stood around. Perhaps time have caused a drastic change in all of us that we don't recognise each other anymore. We can try to relive back the old memories that we shared but things that are broken will forever remain broken. Time can't entirely be blamed and I know of this because choices werethere for us to make and we can't possibly shrink the responsibility of our own actions. There is always a price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After not blogging for quite sometime, what a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-6906768716035871577?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/6906768716035871577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=6906768716035871577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6906768716035871577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/6906768716035871577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-me-its-you.html' title='It&apos;s Not Me, It&apos;s You'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-7703698854049780250</id><published>2009-02-17T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:36:59.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Thanks To My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SZqTCqQBAJI/AAAAAAAACGk/mXimmwLx1EM/s1600-h/n622721666_2137274_7767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303713185092665490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SZqTCqQBAJI/AAAAAAAACGk/mXimmwLx1EM/s200/n622721666_2137274_7767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; All because I wanted to touch Chris Martin's head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-7703698854049780250?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/7703698854049780250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=7703698854049780250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7703698854049780250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/7703698854049780250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-thanks-to-my-brother.html' title='Big Thanks To My Brother'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SZqTCqQBAJI/AAAAAAAACGk/mXimmwLx1EM/s72-c/n622721666_2137274_7767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-8281471701988283825</id><published>2009-02-12T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:51:26.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Close To A Miracle Baby, But Not Exactly It</title><content type='html'>I just wanna talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week’s been amazing, so many birthday celebrations! Shima’s was at O’learys, I’m just waiting for her to upload the pictures. And yesterday was Raihanah’s, usual dinner at Fisherman’s Wharf and then we head over to Helipad. The place was remarkably beeee-eau-teee-fooooool, yes, to that extent. Imagine, posh interior with a spectacular view of Singapore(oh c’mon cut our little red dot some slack!), diabetic drinks, great music and not forgetting company! I especially love the entrance to the place, you press the button, the lift opens, and the smokey-smokey thing appears, and tadaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never watch a chic flick at the cinema, so whenever it comes to catching a movie with them girls, it’ll always be my choice of show. Today however, I sorta gave in, and watched a love comedy The Other End of The Line. It was simple yet lovely show, typically a happy ending. Half of the time we were just plain staring right at Jesse Matcalfe (the cute gardener from Desperate Housewives). He’s a very fine man, and to me the sexiest thing about him is his perfect set of white teeth and thin lips. Rarrrr. Also, a pair of green eyes and a very charming smile accompanied with cute dimples. God’s gift to women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we did the usual strolling along Orchard Road. Mother will definitely shove me down the toilet bowl if I get my hands on another pair of Havaianas. The ones with embedded metal wordings are here! It’s ridiculously overpriced though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking, to the serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for 18 Feb to arrive then I can send my e-application, and if all goes well, hello school! I know it’s not gonna be easy, juggling work, school and the what nots. I jolly well know that my social hours will definitely reduce. As much as I look forward getting back to the books, I’m afraid too, you know things change, your path of life changes as well. I’ll skip the details, it’ll get to boring for you to continue on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager has been pretty unwell lately, so the store has been pretty hectic. It’s not easy shouldering the responsibilities, but so far, I’m coping well with the help of Jen. I’m as lost as her., her rashes are horrifying. She’s been to many doctors and specialists, still, they keep appearing. This time, it has gotten worst, I can only wish her well and manage the store for her. Vday is nearing and it’s crazy seeing customers building bears for their loved ones. Eccentric gifts include donning the bear in SK Jewellery, and there was a man who actually planned an Omega watch inside the bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever this comes to, good or bad, I feel – damn, I can’t find a word for it. So it’s true, time is the essence of almost everything. You’ve been very patient with me and of coz I feel blessed. Where we are now, that’s enough, I won’t ask for more, just cherish the todays. I realize that I deserve the best and if not the best, I deserve whatever that is closest to it, and that’s you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much talking already, I'm saving the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-8281471701988283825?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/8281471701988283825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=8281471701988283825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8281471701988283825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/8281471701988283825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-close-to-miracle-baby-but-not.html' title='It&apos;s Close To A Miracle Baby, But Not Exactly It'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-359216418889840805</id><published>2009-02-10T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:57:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve, Jennifer &amp; Viva La Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SZEJIK2wFDI/AAAAAAAACGc/9lVJliireU4/s1600-h/IMGP9312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301028272349385778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SZEJIK2wFDI/AAAAAAAACGc/9lVJliireU4/s320/IMGP9312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever this is, I really like the feeling. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-359216418889840805?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/359216418889840805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=359216418889840805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/359216418889840805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/359216418889840805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/02/steve-jennifer-viva-la-vida.html' title='Steve, Jennifer &amp; Viva La Vida'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SZEJIK2wFDI/AAAAAAAACGc/9lVJliireU4/s72-c/IMGP9312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20777736.post-5662081171538719370</id><published>2009-02-06T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:13:26.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SYvGomyVw9I/AAAAAAAACGU/GX69yBZyP4k/s1600-h/216220830112_0_BG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SYvGomyVw9I/AAAAAAAACGU/GX69yBZyP4k/s320/216220830112_0_BG2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299547787440276434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know there'll be many happy days like this to come. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20777736-5662081171538719370?l=july-enterlude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/feeds/5662081171538719370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20777736&amp;postID=5662081171538719370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5662081171538719370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20777736/posts/default/5662081171538719370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://july-enterlude.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday To You!'/><author><name>Dayana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/plaidcouture/P1010206a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VC25vdvInyQ/SYvGomyVw9I/AAAAAAAACGU/GX69yBZyP4k/s72-c/216220830112_0_BG2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
