<?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-4363931716291718727</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:27:12.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paulaalyssa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8768299051489266749</id><published>2010-06-02T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:08:27.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MOVED TO A NEW BLOG URL... AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Come visit my new blog and let's exchange links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peoplealwaysleaveee.blogspot.com/"&gt;peoplealwaysleaveee.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-8768299051489266749?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://peoplealwaysleaveee.blogspot.com/' title='I MOVED TO A NEW BLOG URL... 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AGAIN!'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8614941940188396197</id><published>2010-01-16T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:57:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>already gone.</title><content type='html'>You know I love you enough to let you go :C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-8614941940188396197?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/8614941940188396197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=8614941940188396197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8614941940188396197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8614941940188396197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2010/01/already-gone.html' title='already gone.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-4809796803572819954</id><published>2009-11-16T02:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:44:30.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no way.</title><content type='html'>So there's this new guy at work and an hour before I got off work he went "Hey Paula!"... ouh boy I just like it when he calls my name, sounds plain, low soft and sweet! Then he asked "Which &lt;s&gt;highschool&lt;/s&gt; secondary school do you go to?" LOL. Don't know if I should feel insulted. I mean I know it's good to look younger than you are and all, but wtf? Do I really look like 16? I was trying just as hard as I can to take it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I'm already completing my bachelor degree. He looked genuinely shocked and disappointed. But he still looks cute. He digested my answer before asking "How old are you?" I never told him but he made a good guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite some time to absorb that he is actually 4 years younger than me and that he's waiting for his 'O' level result! I couldn't accept it. It broke my heart into a million pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-4809796803572819954?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/4809796803572819954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=4809796803572819954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/4809796803572819954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/4809796803572819954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-way.html' title='no way.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-4823856062118335375</id><published>2009-11-14T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:46:42.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sat by the river and it made me complete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mixtape.swf?myid=34768505&amp;amp;path=2009/11/12" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" style="visibility: visible; width: 300px; height: 185px;" border="0" width="300" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sometimes when you've shared special memories with a person that makes you feel happy in your own secret place...but it doesn't work out...and u pass by that place again...it always recalls bittersweet memories...u smile at the sweetness, and ur heart breaks on the inside." - &lt;/span&gt;Anonymous&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"frst time heard this song,i didnt get such a meaningful thing or what else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but second, this song's just swinging my heart peacefully :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i like a boy who already have a girl, i also have told him that i like him.. but as i knew b4,he just let go my confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. i believe someday,somewhere we'll meet again at the other part of time bcos now we just graduated from shs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. xoxo for him !&lt;/span&gt;" - Neno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-4823856062118335375?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/4823856062118335375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=4823856062118335375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/4823856062118335375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/4823856062118335375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/sat-by-river-and-it-made-me-complete.html' title='sat by the river and it made me complete.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-2338020991082475573</id><published>2009-11-12T13:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:48:12.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's a girl to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;There are times when I think he's interested, then there are times when I think he doesn't even know I'm alive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmpph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SwBnDh0XwbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7ViH09viKlc/s1600-h/paulaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 479px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SwBnDh0XwbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7ViH09viKlc/s400/paulaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404432863159894450" 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/4363931716291718727-2338020991082475573?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/2338020991082475573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=2338020991082475573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2338020991082475573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2338020991082475573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-something-there-to-remind-me.html' title='what&apos;s a girl to do?'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SwBnDh0XwbI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7ViH09viKlc/s72-c/paulaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-6020684488535728947</id><published>2009-11-12T13:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:57:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when LOL is not enough.</title><content type='html'>There goes the LOLriffic saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; people are always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;If you don't steal em, you won't have em."&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh. Paula paula paula paula paulaaaaaaaaaaaa. You're being ridiculous. You SILLY SILLY lil girl, just forget about it k!Hahaha. That's it. That's all. I'm gonna save myself the heartache &lt;u&gt; now&lt;/u&gt; and mooove on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, brilliant! My 1k-word assignment is due tomorrow and it's not even half done. What a shame eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-6020684488535728947?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/6020684488535728947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=6020684488535728947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/6020684488535728947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/6020684488535728947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/why.html' title='when LOL is not enough.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-3306491873813209397</id><published>2009-11-09T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:16:57.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boooonding moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviT1B4TyYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XdHHKVBAHjY/s1600-h/IMG_3493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviT1B4TyYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XdHHKVBAHjY/s400/IMG_3493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402230292277873026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my brother, Amy, and moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!;)&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/4363931716291718727-3306491873813209397?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/3306491873813209397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=3306491873813209397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3306491873813209397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3306491873813209397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/bonding-moments.html' title='boooonding moments.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviT1B4TyYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XdHHKVBAHjY/s72-c/IMG_3493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-3083271174384414690</id><published>2009-11-08T06:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:09:37.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviRsA2OmzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RINrOgZ79G0/s1600-h/IMG_3444.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviRsA2OmzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RINrOgZ79G0/s400/IMG_3444.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402227938358631218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviQhce0mmI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v53FVwvPmAE/s1600-h/secrwt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviQhce0mmI/AAAAAAAAAgU/v53FVwvPmAE/s400/secrwt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402226657286462050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motherrrrr, I'm 20 and no longer a teenager. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will edit this post later.&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/4363931716291718727-3083271174384414690?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/3083271174384414690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=3083271174384414690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3083271174384414690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3083271174384414690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret.html' title='the secret.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviRsA2OmzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RINrOgZ79G0/s72-c/IMG_3444.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8583881475070873166</id><published>2009-11-04T23:30:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:48:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is always hope.</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/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-AraemI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tPvNVdZ1UgE/s1600-h/Picture86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-AraemI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tPvNVdZ1UgE/s400/Picture86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402210655364872802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Struggling Kite Flier! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Such a perfect day to launch Winnie’s kite hAha! BUT at first we couldn’t get the &lt;u&gt;LOUSY&lt;/u&gt; kite flying! Only after waiting for better conditions, Ben succeeded in flying the kite. And we have finally succeeded in attempting to re-live our childhood! Wewew! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-klg8YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QDhPZaoNwOo/s1600-h/Picture84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-klg8YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QDhPZaoNwOo/s400/Picture84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402210665003807106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-SYLIZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/w2w1AePJR_Y/s1600-h/Picture85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-SYLIZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/w2w1AePJR_Y/s400/Picture85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402210660116013458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB9aQD9GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Twa-tfsjRcM/s1600-h/Picture88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB9aQD9GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Twa-tfsjRcM/s400/Picture88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402210645049603170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2934554&amp;amp;id=658353861#/album.php?aid=163321&amp;amp;id=697833271"&gt;Mingxia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvNRLClRoqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CmqhcH8XJQ4/s1600-h/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvNRLClRoqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/CmqhcH8XJQ4/s400/Picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400749628260983458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mingxia and moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Winnie, Mingxia, Ben, and I had a great great time snapping photos, flying kite, and splashing in the water playground! It's always good keeping in touch with friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Marina Barrage At Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say great place to chillax on a weekday night! Ideal spot for couples seeking a romantic weekday night view! Easy-breezy moments! Lotsa lotsa water display! I like! *Winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviGW4lt3kI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kXFVAo1ntMc/s1600-h/Picture72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviGW4lt3kI/AAAAAAAAAgM/kXFVAo1ntMc/s400/Picture72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402215480736734786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Svh-vHVVoJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mN1O-yG-LdU/s1600-h/Picture36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Svh-vHVVoJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/mN1O-yG-LdU/s400/Picture36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402207100918407314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviAAVxxQJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/GXWjOsJlOg8/s1600-h/Picture31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviAAVxxQJI/AAAAAAAAAfU/GXWjOsJlOg8/s400/Picture31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402208496365158546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvNUNG5q1WI/AAAAAAAAAes/HNCCm04kbAk/s1600-h/Picture67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvNUNG5q1WI/AAAAAAAAAes/HNCCm04kbAk/s400/Picture67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400752962314884450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;More Photos on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=122350&amp;amp;id=658353861"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it was hella fun!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for living your life with me even for just a day! Really! :)&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/4363931716291718727-8583881475070873166?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/8583881475070873166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=8583881475070873166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8583881475070873166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8583881475070873166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-outing-to-marina-barrage.html' title='there is always hope.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SviB-AraemI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tPvNVdZ1UgE/s72-c/Picture86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-1660945859443235486</id><published>2009-11-03T23:01:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:52:44.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer's Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pssst! Just a tiny little update alright: 12pm ++ before our 2pm afternoon classes, I met up and had lunch with &lt;a href="http://www.safehavenofmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boon Wee&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lovesayitallbabyrh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruihua&lt;/a&gt;, trading gossips and rumours about the others as usual. LOL. Tsk. 1.30pm very early we reached the campus, decided to disturb other classes such as Finance and Management, and stayed around awhile to chat with ex-classmates. Haha fun! 2pm believe it or not, I arrived early to class. :) Then after class hours, the three of us again, but this time including Raquel, planned to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEi9FvE4YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/go90j5oP-uo/s1600-h/jennifers-body-wallpaper-megan-fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEi9FvE4YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/go90j5oP-uo/s400/jennifers-body-wallpaper-megan-fox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400135861100929410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEetZk4vAI/AAAAAAAAAds/4W4B2d5eGR4/s1600-h/jen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEetZk4vAI/AAAAAAAAAds/4W4B2d5eGR4/s400/jen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400131193502481410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's right. We went to see Jennifer's Body The Movie and I could sum it up in 3 words: sex, gross, and bloody violence. LOL those were actually 4 words. The movie is worth seeing and even if Megan Fox transitions from being possessed by an evil – gorgeous – stuck up high school student to the real deal, obviously, she still looked great in the entire movie. Duh?! She's like the hottest woman to ever walk the face of the earth. Plus I liked the movie soundtrack and I’m downloading it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-1660945859443235486?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/1660945859443235486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=1660945859443235486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/1660945859443235486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/1660945859443235486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/jennifers-body.html' title='Jennifer&apos;s Body'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEi9FvE4YI/AAAAAAAAAeE/go90j5oP-uo/s72-c/jennifers-body-wallpaper-megan-fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-3433244033250511600</id><published>2009-11-03T00:25:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:58:12.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'mmm backkk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OLA mi amigos amigas como estas! Back after a very very long hiatus! Hmm let’s see I have had quite a few people asking me for an update since I have seemingly fallen off the face of the planet. The thing is, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I’ve been a busy girl. So ya better back off ayt?! Haha kidding. Gosh. Where have the last two months gone? Hmm. Well I was off saving the super duper messed world with my super duper incredible powers. Naaaah. I’ve been a bit busy between work (urgh!) and school – finishing reports, assignments, and well just keeping busy! Whatever. Here’s some update. Prepare yourself. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;AMY’S ON-THE-JOB-TRAINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear high school friend (together with some of her colleagues) is currently taking up her OJT on-the-job-training at Crowne Plaza Hotel. She signed up to do a 6-month attachment here in SG. And of course, her 6-month stay means… bonding moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEB4Ue_7LI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZanrO3yZAb0/s1600-h/amy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEB4Ue_7LI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZanrO3yZAb0/s400/amy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099495276965042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meet my ever dearest HS friend, AMY, rocking on the vintage store at the Arab St.! :D &lt;u&gt;Photos by Amy&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay! I’ve already met up with her and some of her friends at the ION Orchard. Long time no see! Haha. Miss our gag-ness! Too bad, we only stayed for a little chit-chat as they had to go back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEBfo6ZtkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/isM7ELdcnNk/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEBfo6ZtkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/isM7ELdcnNk/s400/amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099071263880770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ShaSha and moi had the chance to meet up with Amy at ION Orchard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Photos by Amy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She’s definitely gonna have to do more training for the rest of this week and I got a couple of report assignments due REAL soon plus my work. LOL. We are quite busy as individuals but we will surely have a decent bonding moments some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;DREAM, BELIEVE, &lt;s&gt;SURVIVE&lt;/s&gt; RUNNNNNNNNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah. I was recently &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; invited to take part in an audition called Starstruck 5 by GMA 7 held here in SG. Wasn’t that an experience? Everything was last minute! I wasn’t that prepared, not even aware of the structure of the program HAHA don’t ask me about it. I basically went into that audition just to have a fun learning experience. And it was indeed an extremely positive experience for me. What an incredible few days! LOL. I can’t even comprehend it. Haha. I didn’t hand in any requirements nor sign any waiver. on purpose. Haha didn’t wish to know my status neither. AND HEY I DON'T REALLY LOOK GOOD ON TV. I’m just very glad I FINALLY got to play my guitar in front of a crowd. Do you know how brilliant it feels? DOOO YOUUU KNOOOW? Haha lol. I’m still very shy though. But it’s been one of my goals and I can’t physically thank my mom enough for convincing me to go. HAHA whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s that. Speak to you soon =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-3433244033250511600?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/3433244033250511600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=3433244033250511600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3433244033250511600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3433244033250511600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/11/immm-backkk.html' title='I&apos;mmm backkk!'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SvEB4Ue_7LI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZanrO3yZAb0/s72-c/amy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8418484919883584990</id><published>2009-08-03T03:56:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:40:08.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambokillz calls boom boom pau</title><content type='html'>So here I am, at 4am Monday morning updating my blog. You might ask why but this is because I’ve fvvcked my body clock up too much that it feels that 4am is actually 4pm. Also, there are no classes today so not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I got incredibly motivated to do some serious business in blogging because blogging is serious business. Lol. It’s going to 4am in the fvvcking morning. You can't do blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that’s not your fault, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue E-mail I got from Mom the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnXvzLNVv0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/k6jrsrQv7F0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg" title="click to enlarge ;D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnXvzLNVv0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/k6jrsrQv7F0/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365458193542922050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO EXCUSES? Lol. What a major emphasis. Fine. Yeah, why not. I guess one should always make time for family, right? Err, like once in awhile to maintain the bond or you could say that it's one way of letting life rush us through the times. I donno. Maybe. But you know sometimes I can’t do certain things having my family around and that’s very frustrating. Yay! Whatever! Ok, let’s spend some REAL quality time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.coryaquino.ph/" target="other.html"&gt;Corazon Aquino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, the first woman president of the Philippines, died at age 76 on July 31, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Former President Cory Aquino has served well her country and people during our nation’s most trying times. Nobody ever imagined that the 26-year long dictatorship of Ferdinand Marcos would be replaced by a woman and a simple housewife at that, just like many among you.” &lt;a href="http://www.negroschronicle.com/?p=5458" target="other.html" title="read the rest of this entry."&gt;ELY P. DEJARESCO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I once witnessed the suffering of a colon cancer victim. I'm sure I can't imagine everything what Cory’s family and the whole nation are going through, but I believe I can sympathize because I felt the same misses and pain many many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cory reminds me of my beloved grandmother (my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; who died of the same ailment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX59yDy-iI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DV7E4uk1_sE/s1600-h/lolz2.jpg" title="click to enlarge"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 680px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX59yDy-iI/AAAAAAAAAbk/DV7E4uk1_sE/s400/lolz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365469370886847010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The kind of pain, suffering, and agony she endured for quite long, I saw how fvvcking hard it was. For the first 7-8 years of my life, I had lived with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;. She and my grandfather (my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lolo&lt;/span&gt;) helped me raised along with my stubborn parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX61R1tRVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WziV2XoMZV0/s1600-h/lolz1.jpg" title="click to enlarge"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 636px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX61R1tRVI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WziV2XoMZV0/s400/lolz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365470324310492498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thoughts of her immediately came pouring back to me. It was her who introduced me to thumbsucking when I was 4 or 5. LOL. I remember, being the first granddaughter on both sides of the family, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt; always spoiled me to NO END Terribly. That’s basically why I always enjoyed spending time with her. I was especially close to her. And  I guess the saddest part of my life to date has been the day my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt; passed away. I miss her =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX7utMmgxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-pEW9b115r0/s1600-h/lolz3.jpg" title="click to enlarge"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 680px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX7utMmgxI/AAAAAAAAAb8/-pEW9b115r0/s400/lolz3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365471310906819346" 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/4363931716291718727-8418484919883584990?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/8418484919883584990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=8418484919883584990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8418484919883584990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8418484919883584990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/08/rambokillz-calls-boom-boom-pau.html' title='rambokillz calls boom boom pau'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnXvzLNVv0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/k6jrsrQv7F0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-7656073049287714287</id><published>2009-08-01T19:45:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:13:40.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fruits of my labor shall pay off ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX_Bq2TK-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Axib4Np23e8/s1600-h/Untitled101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX_Bq2TK-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Axib4Np23e8/s400/Untitled101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365474935228804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I’m working on an assignment that is not assigned to me, but to my classmate and friend’s girlaloo. Hahahaha. I guess am too kind. But the fruits of my labor shall pay off. *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed Mahawin’s youtube link and I thought of sharing... to anyone who needs a smile, watch this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGU_SHufUBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IGU_SHufUBk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGU_SHufUBk&amp;amp;feature=fvw" target="other.html" title="follow me on YouTube"&gt;DanielGardner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because, you know people said, having a crush on someone is one sign that you’re growing up! And I guess I felt that way way back sophomore high! Yay! *Giggles* To someone I would consider my first big crush (boy yeah!); To someone who would cause me to feel butterflies in my stomach; To someone who would make my heart beats damn fast… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MY LONG-TIME CRUSH!&lt;/span&gt; Ya know who you are ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-7656073049287714287?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/7656073049287714287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=7656073049287714287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7656073049287714287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7656073049287714287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-someone-who-first-showed-me-one-sign.html' title='the fruits of my labor shall pay off ;p'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnX_Bq2TK-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Axib4Np23e8/s72-c/Untitled101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-2417815917759597817</id><published>2009-07-31T16:18:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:20:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you better believe "i'm yours"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, as you're probably quite aware, I'm clearly very obsessed with… BEN! That’s right. I’ve got a new name for my guitar! Yay! I’ve been covering songs lately, but only those songs I actually like and give a lil shit about. Below is my third record on youtube, after playing &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; by Augustana on piano and the one with ShaSha covering You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift. Err, not so great but not that bad either. Ha! My skill level? Totally Beginner. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So why don’t you just give me some suggestions on covers and whatnot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with other stuff, which is why I haven't been recording new one lately. But I will, soonish. Will probably be doing more of these. &lt;span&gt;What a &lt;u&gt;shame&lt;/u&gt; eh? Well not for meh!&lt;/span&gt;;p So thanks for all the messages, comments, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likes&lt;/span&gt;, and everything so far on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/paulaalyssa"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/paulaalyssa"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;! Totally makes my life seem worth living. Harhar. Alright, a lil extreme there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is just meee (inspired by my "pinsan, my jekk, my sis") doing an acoustic cover (hchsknights08 version) of the very awesome Jason Mraz ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having trouble holding the air in my diaphragm so... I ran out or air while singing a line or two of the song. And yay! The song is incomplete hahaha... bear with me I'm just having fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S::Ignore my messy hair, weird noises, and the bad picture ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkjCt57xoMQ" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkjCt57xoMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkjCt57xoMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am weary; He I love is far away.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;=(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-2417815917759597817?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/2417815917759597817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=2417815917759597817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2417815917759597817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2417815917759597817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-better-believe-im-yours.html' title='you better believe &quot;i&apos;m yours&quot;'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-1713110502974334307</id><published>2009-07-31T15:30:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:19:55.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sure, i would want a do-over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna:&lt;/span&gt;    Do you ever wish you could go back... like to another time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:    &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't mind giving back some of these wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna:&lt;/span&gt;     Okay. If you were given one do-over, anything in your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;     Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna:&lt;/span&gt;     Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;     Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna:&lt;/span&gt;     But did you ever make a big mistake? Or a huge one that could change your life? What about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt;     Well, Jenna, I know I made a lot of mistakes... but I don't regret making any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenna:&lt;/span&gt;     How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom:    &lt;/span&gt;Because if I hadn't have made them... I wouldn't have learned how to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an excerpt from the movie&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 Going On 30&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HOW WILL I EVER FIND OUT WHAT TO DO IN MY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;I will be completely honest. I did not take my entire first semester as seriously as I did. My GPA was horrible. During my Diploma days, I was one of the top 10% in my class and I usually got A's. If not, then at the most B and C and the rest were A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partly due to laziness, partly because of naughtiness, stupidity and craziness, and partly because of time management issues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got D in HRM and ECONS this semester - TOTALLY not the hardest class of my life! But hey, if I were given one do-over, anything in my life, I would retake the courses and replace the C’s and D’s. Yerryt ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, regrets will always get you in the end. It is so cliché because it is so true. I got so caught up in my part time job at PANPAC, so much fun and partying scene in my degree (something that I was never involved in during my diploma, and during my high school, at least), making new friends, and enjoying some sort of obtained freedom. LOL. Plus, since then, I always have this disturbing mentality that I don’t have to work that hard in school. I suck a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I have changed and I’m so not the same. But now I want to be able to go back to the Old Me Version - the one who took every class, homework, and exam seriously. Do you think it's too late for me?&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/4363931716291718727-1713110502974334307?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/1713110502974334307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=1713110502974334307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/1713110502974334307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/1713110502974334307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sure-i-would-want-do-over.html' title='i&apos;m sure, i would want a do-over.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-3352988748498938821</id><published>2009-07-29T18:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:24:45.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cravings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my very sweet friend, pinsan Raquel Poh ;) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I meant to post this on Monday, I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Tea Latte is the only thing I ever order at Starbucks. I love it. Its flavourful aroma is oh so inviting, and its toasty taste which I heart the moooost. If they weren’t too eX, I would surely have one everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnKlHzVY11I/AAAAAAAAAbM/RKGUpAxnh9E/s1600-h/dsc01983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 650px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnKlHzVY11I/AAAAAAAAAbM/RKGUpAxnh9E/s400/dsc01983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364531659609266002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://jimwong.wordpress.com/2007/10/15/green-tea-latte-starbucks/"&gt;Jim Wong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My days are usually very green tea. I ♥ any green tea based flavour and so anytime I see green tea products (ice cream, cakes, drinks, etc.) I will try em out, because you know, much like your comf’table old pair of jeans, you will never go wrong with green tea! Boy yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a rainy Monday, nothing new. Just like any other green tea days. I handed in my pre-course assignment. Love it, I was feeling free. But just for few hours. Woohoo! I sucked down hundreds of calories again! LOL. The weather sucked all morning ayt so I deserved a treat! I was stuck in Starbucks with my green tea latte because it was still raining so fvcking hard outside. Or maybe I’m just one of those people who live to see their shadows so they have the reason to indulge. Toinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ZZZz, I shouldn’t have thought about green tea latte because firstly, I’m plain lazy to do something now as little as going to Starbucks. I look hundred steps ahead and fvck it. Secondly, I’m broke. Totally broke. I need cash, I’m craving for one. Lastly, I love you. Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-3352988748498938821?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/3352988748498938821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=3352988748498938821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3352988748498938821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3352988748498938821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-meant-to-post-this-on-monday-i-suck.html' title='cravings!'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SnKlHzVY11I/AAAAAAAAAbM/RKGUpAxnh9E/s72-c/dsc01983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-4264704642591272894</id><published>2009-06-28T13:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:41:49.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long Philippines ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Skb9e82wLPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/H1whndm9Ra4/s1600-h/Picture13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Skb9e82wLPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/H1whndm9Ra4/s400/Picture13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352243915350093042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back and yes, that's my back. Amf! It's been few days now since I left the Philippines. *Sob* I miss everything back there!&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll edit this post sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt; Reallyyyy!&lt;/s&gt; I'm way too damn lazy to write on this. So just check out our photos! Up now! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/paulaalyssa"&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words, you’ve just absorbed a million!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Toinks! ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-4264704642591272894?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/4264704642591272894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=4264704642591272894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/4264704642591272894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/4264704642591272894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-long-philippines.html' title='So long Philippines ;('/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Skb9e82wLPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/H1whndm9Ra4/s72-c/Picture13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-3172314143952997646</id><published>2009-06-28T00:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:42:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelovelove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Skb6WF4aVRI/AAAAAAAAAas/TYsWx69XUyo/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 455px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Skb6WF4aVRI/AAAAAAAAAas/TYsWx69XUyo/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352240464619263250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, you may. Give love and don't ever hate. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-3172314143952997646?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/3172314143952997646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=3172314143952997646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3172314143952997646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3172314143952997646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/06/ask-it.html' title='lovelovelove.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Skb6WF4aVRI/AAAAAAAAAas/TYsWx69XUyo/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-9187452998160729385</id><published>2009-06-14T00:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:29:57.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i have no clue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Helloooo! It’s been awhile since I have posted and lived my life, and for that I sincerely apologise. Ha! I have made some changes in the “about me” sidebar section because it bloody needed it. I mean, who really cares about the origin of my name? Whatever. There's sh!tload going on for me right now. Let me just give you some update, shall I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel so stress about the MRP Management Research Project. That’s right. I have another deadline that’s precariously close. Fvck it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’mma going back to the Philippines! I can’t wait til next Fri! To Gerald, who asked me to share my itinerary, I’ll probably publish it tomorrow. A brief one. I’ll be there only for a week and not as if I’m going travelling around Europe! Ha! I love you and I miss you, you wonderful human beings in the Philippines!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I’m now at the rooftop garden (the place where I got oh so wasted for the first time in my life) with my sister. I like it here. Windy and airy enough to blow you awayyy. Actually, I planned to write a decent post on last Monday’s trip to an &lt;a href="http://www.escapethemepark.com.sg/index.aspx" target="other.html"&gt;amusement park somewhere in Pasir Ris&lt;/a&gt;, but remembering the stupid &lt;a href="http://www.escapethemepark.com/attractions/details.aspx?id=1756" target="other.html"&gt;pirate ship&lt;/a&gt; that rocked to and fro, almost on a level of 360 degrees (joking!), and that caused me to vomit and exasperate, I’m so not in the mood posting a decent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;As part of my cost-cutting plan, can anyone tell me how to conquer my craving for Starbucks’ Green Tea Frappe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I suddenly remember, my &lt;a href="http://stompchomp.blogspot.com/2008/04/posh-brownies.html" target="other.html" title=";D"&gt;P.O.s.h brownies&lt;/a&gt; treat ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom just made our lives complicated by getting a Canon Rebel T1i/500D. I have been messing with the setting, etc. The manual is driving me nuts!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear, I’ll wake up at 9am tomorrow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am currently listening to Katy Perry’s “Ur So Gay”. I actually love, no I’m addicted to her songs. I love her solid amazing voice and I like that she’s always a fruit and veggie-studded, with watermelon, tomato, chilli, and banana accessories! Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of gayness, I want to dedicate the song, also by Katy Perry, “Mannequin” to that someone who is emotionally unavailable! &lt;i&gt;How do I get closer to you? When you keep it all on mute?&lt;/i&gt; Gosh you! Arrgh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;9am tomorrow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-9187452998160729385?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/9187452998160729385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=9187452998160729385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/9187452998160729385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/9187452998160729385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/06/but-i-have-no-clue.html' title='but i have no clue.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-697399134859229182</id><published>2009-05-31T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:15:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when sorry seems to be the hardest word.</title><content type='html'>I understand if you do not wish to talk to me anymore. Sorry. I NEVER meant to hurt your feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-697399134859229182?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/697399134859229182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=697399134859229182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/697399134859229182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/697399134859229182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='when sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-9199432483932299044</id><published>2009-05-19T23:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:36:09.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's look at Sylar as Spock ;)</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/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SiFE0RwoYVI/AAAAAAAAAac/2-YTRnTYREo/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SiFE0RwoYVI/AAAAAAAAAac/2-YTRnTYREo/s400/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341626297949380946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From Sylar of Heroes to young Spock of Star Trek? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;StarTrek reminds me of me and my sibs younger days when I used to act as the captain of some improvised sort of Starship that we actually made out of paper boxes! My younger brother, on the other hand, was just my little sidekick. Hehehe. That was really fun and it was like we were living in a world of our own, and in our own time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, those were the days and I’m no longer a trekkie or something. I knew Star Trek was just not my kind of movie but then after watching it with Tim and his churchmate, Steve, I thought it was cool. Plus the fact that the Heroes supervillain Sylar (Zachary Quinto) was the young Mr. Spock in this new Star Trek movie...OMG! I wasn't even really looking forward to this movie but he was on it and I was very happy to see it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-9199432483932299044?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/9199432483932299044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=9199432483932299044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/9199432483932299044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/9199432483932299044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-look-at-sylar-as-spock.html' title='let&apos;s look at Sylar as Spock ;)'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SiFE0RwoYVI/AAAAAAAAAac/2-YTRnTYREo/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-440759238123092023</id><published>2009-05-17T20:33:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:37:25.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for her worth is far above jewels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just had a Christian Worship experience today! The music was just amazing. Messages were wonderful. People were nice. I had the chance to witness how good &lt;a href="http://alvarosanchezmusic.com/AboutAlvaro.html" target="other.html" title="Guitarist and Harpist, The Maestro"&gt;Alvaro Sanchez&lt;/a&gt; is in doing his music LIVE - the ultimate aim why I came. Thanks to Tim for inviting me over. Glad I found a very warm welcome. =D The food was a good stuff too. Not only I had the opportunity to worship but I also had the chance to meet new people. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also reminded me of someone, who once upon a time shared me a great and a meaningful proverb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. &lt;a href="http://next.bible.org/verse/Pro/31/10" target="other.html" title="read the rest of the descriptions"&gt;Proverbs 31:10, 28 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;“The first thing we are to notice is that she is few and far between. There ain't many like her. This wife of noble character is worth far more than rubies. You can't put a price on her. Money can't buy a woman like this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this proverb again asked me to recognize that one of the most important decisions you will ever make in your life is who you marry.  I, however, think am still too young to be even thinking about marriage, but these descriptions of the ‘wife of a noble character’ will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SiE2IiEN3kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dsPVOhGg1xQ/s1600-h/wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 712px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SiE2IiEN3kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dsPVOhGg1xQ/s400/wife.jpg" title="A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds." id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341610153249463874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and in particularly, that someone named Max, who was a very good friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-440759238123092023?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/440759238123092023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=440759238123092023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/440759238123092023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/440759238123092023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-her-worth-is-far-above-jewels.html' title='for her worth is far above jewels.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SiE2IiEN3kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dsPVOhGg1xQ/s72-c/wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-5645215162146476838</id><published>2009-05-09T20:02:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:42:57.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil something for mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would probably never have gotten interested in cooking or baking if it hadn't has been for my&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfcli4tQSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7TLrNCOZP9o/s1600-h/lf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfcli4tQSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7TLrNCOZP9o/s400/lf1.jpg" title="mixing egg yolks, condensed and evaporated milk and water :P" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334474821221564706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; younger brother, who taught me how to make graham cracker cake, and for my mom who patiently taught me how to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flan" target="other.html" title="a.k.a flan de leche :D"&gt;leche flan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I’m not the most patient on Earth. I do, however, love to try baking and as part of that, I’m also someone who dicks around the kitchen and disturb mom and my younger bro when they’re cooking or baking. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, today is mother’s day and people said &lt;i style=""&gt;it’s a time to recogni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;ze the sacrifices these special moms make &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; their children.&lt;/i&gt; So yea, knowing the sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uation, I couldn’t say no when mom asked me to join her in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The grand thing about cooking is you can eat your mistakes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;– Julia Child, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an American chef, author and television per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sonality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfe2BjofqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xBALAa3K4A0/s1600-h/lf2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfe2BjofqI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xBALAa3K4A0/s400/lf2.png" title="caramelizing the sugar :D" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334477303355834018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cooking is not something you can learn by watching your mom, grandma, or even your younger brother in the kitchen (well amf!&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;! that’s how I learned!). It takes a lot of time and &lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;patience to make a leche flan – waiting for things to set, broil, etc. and once again, I’m not the most patient dude on Earth! I didn’t have a lot of patience and attention to baking and I was apparently rushing the process. And so mom would nag every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cannot rush these things! You’ve got to give time for sugar to caramelize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be careful not to burn the sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop text-messaging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always clean your cooking area before and after using it! Wipe down the food prep surface first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you even heard about cross-contamination between foodstuffs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Anyways, the cooled-down &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leche flan&lt;/span&gt; is now being refrigerated! Wait until we’re ready to unmold it! After 8 hours, it will look like this YUM ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgfqGcKBmPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KQ8bk2wicRI/s1600-h/leche_flan_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgfqGcKBmPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KQ8bk2wicRI/s400/leche_flan_0001.jpg" title="ya want some? :D" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334489680001997042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A photo from: http://bakingncooking.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfj2e_OdRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/kUMWnnc1HP0/s1600-h/mom1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfj2e_OdRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/kUMWnnc1HP0/s400/mom1.png" title="Mommy Helen" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334482808814335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I love you Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(even though I'm still grounded T_T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; ! Everyday yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;sparkle, but today you rule! Happy Mother's Day!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-5645215162146476838?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/5645215162146476838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=5645215162146476838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5645215162146476838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5645215162146476838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/lil-something-for-mom.html' title='a lil something for mom.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/Sgfcli4tQSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7TLrNCOZP9o/s72-c/lf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-2902357722803458192</id><published>2009-05-09T15:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:44:48.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>by: the air in the branches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mount_weary/3317514527/" target="other.html" alt="the air in the branches (on flickr)"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgUywuMP8bI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iVQ7T5VJbO4/s400/wait.png" alt="the air in the branches (on flickr)" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333725146304737714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgUx1-AQUxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ZIFLlhXPjrk/s1600-h/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-2902357722803458192?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/2902357722803458192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=2902357722803458192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2902357722803458192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2902357722803458192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-air-in-branches.html' title='by: the air in the branches'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgUywuMP8bI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iVQ7T5VJbO4/s72-c/wait.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-5837032987154329619</id><published>2009-05-02T13:04:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:45:24.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey it's Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just hate having to wake up early in the morning. I guess some people aren’t just morning people - and that would be me too! I really feel dead in the morning and that is why I never did well in 8.30am classes. Har. It’s a very shitty experience of waking up I’m telling you.  I can only enjoy the long sleep every weekend. But today.. . today was weird. My body’s internal clock is malfunctioning! I got up so early! Mom knows my wake up pattern very well, and so waking up ridiculously early today is like a miracle to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm really sounds like some miracle happening. Never in my life have I put an effort in filling up such coin bank. But I filled my MNG purse with coins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgVd5TEs3-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sBie1ljUbWw/s1600-h/mng.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgVd5TEs3-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sBie1ljUbWw/s400/mng.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333772572644138978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I just had to take a pic of my purse for that &lt;a href="http://www.safehavenofmine.blogspot.com/" target="other.html"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; who said my purse is not a small purse! Hehehe =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. So it’s just a small purse but at least I filled it! I know, right?! Sounds SO NOT ME. So today, I met up with Uncle Arvy, my classmate who lives in my neighbourhood, for lunch. He was carrying his plastic coin bag and.. . ohemgee! My MNG coin purse is totally no match for his! Haha so right after lunch, we headed to the nearest coin deposit machine and voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run! I'll be attending a &lt;a href="http://sgblogs.com/entry/pasir-park-pits/252392" target="blank.html"&gt;BBQ party&lt;/a&gt; later tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-5837032987154329619?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/5837032987154329619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=5837032987154329619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5837032987154329619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5837032987154329619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-hate-having-to-wake-up-early-in.html' title='hey hey it&apos;s Saturday!'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SgVd5TEs3-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sBie1ljUbWw/s72-c/mng.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-7783257410900743432</id><published>2009-05-01T12:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:46:56.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Whole Lotta Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know! It’s been ages I last posted.. .and ok I admit am a bad blogger, but it’s been quite a busy few weeks! Yep, that’s right – busy doing nothing! I’m so proud! I have deadlines to meet and I can’t believe I had a whole week ahead of me and got absolutely nothing accomplished. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recent Movie Madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.thegrantorino.com/" target="other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gran Torino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with Maybe Baby – one of the best movies I’ve seen in over a year! “Ever notice how you come across somebody once in a while you shouldn't have messed with? That's me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.knowing-themovie.com/" target="other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with Momsy, Geli, Pa3k, and Maze – My mom never miss any Nicolas Cage prediction movies! It's pretty amazing how Nicolas always plays it smart, like he’s always the genius, very shrewd, and very clever. But the whole Ezekiel thing and the alien concept: a no-no for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.12rounds-movie.com/" target="other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 Rounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with Maybe Baby and friends – ok LAH. I remember falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://microsites.craveonline.com/taken/" target="other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with ShaSha and Janice – Yea yea, we did plan on watching a movie, but couldn’t decide on what to watch since Janice had been raving about 17 Again and ShaSha wanted to watch Taken. And for so many reasons, we chose the second movie over the first =p I didn’t regret watching Taken, a breath taking movie that will definitely blow your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.fridaythe13thmovie.com/" target="other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, with ShaSha, Mahawin, Arvy, Christian, Robbie, and Reyhan – I could sum it up in 3 words: sex, violence, and hahaha. I still remember finding myself kept jumping out of my seat whenever Shasha shrieks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Will edit this post later!&lt;/s&gt; I gtg! Muacks =*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-7783257410900743432?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/7783257410900743432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=7783257410900743432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7783257410900743432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7783257410900743432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-untitled.html' title='yet untitled.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8664555354413887451</id><published>2009-04-28T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:55:03.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bette davis eyes</title><content type='html'>Today, I met my enemy! His name is &lt;s&gt;Reyhan&lt;/s&gt; Rayhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-8664555354413887451?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/8664555354413887451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=8664555354413887451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8664555354413887451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8664555354413887451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/04/bette-davis-eyes.html' title='bette davis eyes'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-805666493016413508</id><published>2009-04-23T21:28:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:43:42.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to the 'universal love'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went over to ShaSha’s place right after class and harr we’re already starting to feel pressure to finish up slides for the upcoming presentation (case study). We will be talking about the company culture of… zzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went over to ShaSha’s place for some food! Jan &amp;amp; I are such a BIG fan of ShaSha’s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasi_goreng" target="other.html"&gt;nasi goreng&lt;/a&gt;, literally meaning “fried rice” in Indonesian and Malay. It reminds me of our last sentosa trip where I first learned about nasi goreng ShaSha cooked for everyone! Hmm.. Just one of those days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/nasigoreng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 266px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/nasigoreng.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=295068&amp;amp;op=7&amp;amp;o=global&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=658353861&amp;amp;id=1207872224" target="other.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sentosa Trip 08:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=295068&amp;amp;op=7&amp;amp;o=global&amp;amp;view=global&amp;amp;subj=658353861&amp;amp;id=1207872224" target="other.html"&gt;ShaSha's Nasi Goreng is Love...! And aww. When was the last time I baked graham fruit cake for them? Can't say as I miss it! :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went over to ShaSha’s place for some fun! We did a couple covers of our favourite songs and Janice would sing “Bubbly” Hehehe. That’s right! She’d sing too! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Man, you should see her music video on ShaSha’s phone! We also played our current fave song, “The Way I am” a couple of times. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were just in the mood to play guitar. Or idk. I guess I always have the most fun when we make music together like that. Actually, I always have fantasized about playing and singing in front of people BUT I am such a wuss. But if ever I’d love to play Susanne Vega’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luka&lt;/span&gt; or Taylor Swift’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;. Heehee &lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-805666493016413508?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/805666493016413508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=805666493016413508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/805666493016413508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/805666493016413508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasi-goreng-way-i-am.html' title='what happened to the &apos;universal love&apos;'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-7482932623072414254</id><published>2009-04-21T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:49:52.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing that thing you do-oo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had tons of fun today at the jam session! We were not all prepared but it came out sounding pretty &lt;s&gt;damn&lt;/s&gt; good, I think. We rocked out to three faves music artists – Green Day, The Wonders, Simple Plan. There was some stuff which needs a lil working out though, like the awful vocals! I mean, HAHA, vocalists were supposed to have some &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;solid&lt;/b&gt; set of lungs&lt;/u&gt; and a grand voice! But who cares? Just enjoy the music &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deepsheet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t want me playing the guitar either. Just trust me. HahaRr but still, it’s nice to know someone’s out there is willing to teach me more about guitar. They say, for such a nooby like me, you have to have a lot of patience. I just wonder how much a teacher could afford a hell lot of patience on someone like me who can just play a lil bit of this and that.. Hah! Still, in fairness, Wilson has shown a lot of patience to my poor wake me up when september ends-intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was awesome. I had never imagined Darren singing. But he puckered up and rocked out there - nice! Tim, the drummer boy, is really good at what he does. All he has is a drum and a pair of stick to beat it - very focus on keeping the beat, not expression, adlibbing, but just keeping the beat. Drumming is so cool. Wilson (guitarist) and Raquel (keyboardist) – they are just musically talented jam band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to your next jam session! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-7482932623072414254?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/7482932623072414254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=7482932623072414254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7482932623072414254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7482932623072414254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/04/doing-that-thing-you-do-oo.html' title='doing that thing you do-oo'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-5534265138084426647</id><published>2009-03-17T14:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:49:33.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat'cha do that for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just so you know, our former Econs lecturer had just gotten himself kicked out of the school. No. It's nothing extremely awful. He never arrived in class without pants, drunk, vomit from hangover, lecture the wrong subject, nor talk in a porn voice, and so on and so forth. But this lecturer has REALLY an excessive tardiness and I still think there's no such thing as an &lt;u&gt;excused&lt;/u&gt; tardy. Because like meee, a tardy is a tardy! We, students on the other hand, have to suffer the consequences of the teacher's constant tardiness - exam scheduled for March 13 has been postponed until April 1. That's right, I'm goin' to spend a hell lot of time working my ass of on Econs for the rest of the month. Pretty pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today.. .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the day I'm supposed to fly back home and take a 10-day vacation with.. .&lt;em&gt;nahh or else I'm going to get it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the day I'm supposed to meet ShaSha and Janice for study. I just had to cancel it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also my mom's birthday! It's probably not worth risking my life to wish her online a Happy &lt;strong&gt;38&lt;/strong&gt;th Birthday. Oops! Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;38&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Ok, enough. Tita Geli, Pat3k, and moi made a little surprise by making her a perfect breakfast. We all got off the bed so early, quietly slipped out of our rooms then went into the kitchen to make breakfast while my mom was still peacefully sleeping.. . sleeping beauty. Breakfast was ready at 7am and it was time to wake her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knock! Knock! Knock! Wakey! Wakey! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was still no sign that she was goin to wake up. Fine. Be stubborn. Guess this calls for a drastic measure! Our knock knock knock just became insistent, determined, and demanding. Haha! Finally, my lil sis answered the door and mom still refused to wake up. We all came in with a mini chocolate cupcake.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good Morning! Happy Birthday! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as she rubs her sleepy eyes, we finally made her blow the candle out with the eye mask still on her face! She was really surprised! Hehehehe. But the sleeping beauty still asked for 5 minutes longer before we can all have our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be uploaded later!:D Gtg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-5534265138084426647?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/5534265138084426647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=5534265138084426647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5534265138084426647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5534265138084426647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-so-you-know-our-former-econs.html' title='wat&apos;cha do that for?'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-598776442094835034</id><published>2009-03-10T15:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:51:22.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mechanical contrivium.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 15px; padding: 8px; color: rgb(26, 10, 19); font-family: georgia,helvetica,trebuchet ms,verdana,sans-serif; background-color: rgb(207, 207, 149);"&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding: 2px; font-size: 110%; background-color: rgb(223, 223, 165); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(223, 223, 165);" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Paula&amp;amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Paula!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paula became extinct in England in 1486!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rhinoceros horn is made from compacted Paula.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only Englishman to become Paula was Nicholas Breakspear, who was Paula from 1154 to 1159!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Australian billygoat plum contains a hundred times more Vitamin C than Paula.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paula has often been found swimming miles from shore in the Indian Ocean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes dressed up as Paula.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paula can't drink - she absorbs water from her surroundings by osmosis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's bad luck to put Paula on a bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Paula.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only one person in two billion will live to be Paula!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="padding: 4px; color: rgb(207, 207, 149); background-color: rgb(95, 95, 66); text-align: center;" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got to chat with &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/12502673"&gt;Ted&lt;/a&gt; for awhile and I hate him now for making me feel like a &lt;em&gt;chocolate covered strawberries with its leaves dip into the melted chocolate rolling carefully from side to side to leave a nice V there in the middle of the strawberry! &lt;/em&gt;Haha. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I haven't started my assignment yet! But I did look through it. So does that count? Whatever. I suddenly remembered nothing much interesting is goin' on for me right now other than academic related stuff. How lame is that? I gotta go now. Dad has a plane to catch and we're sending him to the airport. Man, it's gonna be a definite Freedom with a capital F! Im so grinning from ear to ear right now, feeling sad, happy, and excited all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want someone to hold me and tell me that everything's gonna be okay.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/4363931716291718727-598776442094835034?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/598776442094835034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=598776442094835034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/598776442094835034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/598776442094835034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/03/ten-top-trivia-tips-about-paula-paula.html' title='the mechanical contrivium.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-2445852797812580400</id><published>2009-03-09T22:22:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:51:50.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Get a load of me&lt;br /&gt;Get a load of you&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down the street&lt;br /&gt;And I hardly know you&lt;br /&gt;It's just like we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with you&lt;br /&gt;And we're out at night&lt;br /&gt;Got a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;You say it isn't right&lt;br /&gt;And I've got someone waiting too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why Can't I&lt;/em&gt; by Liz Phair&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back! Sorry for the long hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Just so you know, I screwed up my HRM paper last sem. &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/FINALEXAMSCHEDULE-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/FINALEXAMSCHEDULE-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Combining school and work wasn't going to as easy as I thought!  If mom finds out I'm so dead! So long, &lt;a href="http://www.panpacific.com/singapore/Overview.html"&gt;PanPac&lt;/a&gt;! Well past is past and I don't want to overreact. Now, I'm hoping to get a better grade for my Int'l Mgt and the upcoming Econs exam paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Speaking of workkkk &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/AFTER201ST20WEEK.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/AFTER201ST20WEEK.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - yea, I'm back in the &lt;a href="http://www.panpacific.com/en/singapore/restaurants_bars/global_kitchen.html"&gt;kitchen&lt;/a&gt;! But because school is still eating up my time, I only get to work every weekends. Har. Just typing that makes me feel &lt;s&gt;lil&lt;/s&gt; SUPER lazy. But it's ok. Somehow, it eases my intense cravings for pasta! I think I function much better working night shift!=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Trying to figure out what to write next.. .&lt;/s&gt;&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/620DAYS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/620DAYS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 songs are added to my playlist: &lt;em&gt;Touch My Hand&lt;/em&gt; by David Archuleta. ♥-ed it when I first heard the song from &lt;a href="http://www.safehavenofmine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boon Wee&lt;/a&gt;'s ipod! And the soundtrack from my fave TV series, &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/one-tree-hill"&gt;OTH&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;When The Stars Go Blue&lt;/em&gt; by Tyler Hilton Featuring Bethany Joy Lenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I need a tall cup of Tazo Green Tea Latte, whole milk, Starbucks! &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/BEFORE20THE20MID.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/BEFORE20THE20MID.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; I really miss watching One Tree Hill and Grey's Anatomy. =( &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/220DAYS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 50px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/220DAYS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm still surviving the break-up blues.&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/DURING20THE20FINAL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 72px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/DURING20THE20FINAL.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And oh, don't get me wrong because this time is really OFFICIAL. Mom used to tell me that every break-up is a blessing in disguise and I was like, &lt;i&gt;Huh? How's that so?&lt;/i&gt; I totally didn't get that. Idk. Maybe she meant to say I should be thankful I just got saved from having a relationship with the wrong guy. (Not again?!) I did the dumping but I was having second thoughts. Idk. He may be sorry, but lack of effort and sincerity, like he doesn't mean it at all. I really have a little tolerance for that. It's just so sad. Just when I tought I was over him, I still found myself unconsolably crying. My &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=703870335&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;pinsan&lt;/a&gt; told me this is just the initial stage. I'm having trouble of focusing and I feel like drifting through the day. Just imagine the next stage I'm yet to undergo. I need to start seeing someone else. I SO wanna get over him already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; My dad is leaving for Australia tomorrow! &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/new20sem.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/new20sem.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/320DAYS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 50px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/320DAYS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am looking forward to play badminton with !@#$@#, !@!#@$'s brother, !#!@#@$, and #$@#% on Wednesday. Gosh. I really had to write names uninterpretable. Poor thing. Thanks Timmy for reminding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; One of these days,&lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/DURINGTHEMID.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" alt="" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/DURINGTHEMID.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gonna have to ditch my phone line, rather my dad's line, and switch to prepaid SIM card. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Birthday &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/5222995"&gt;Raymart&lt;/a&gt;!:D &lt;a href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/AFTER202ND20WEEK.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/AFTER202ND20WEEK.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-2445852797812580400?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/2445852797812580400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=2445852797812580400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2445852797812580400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2445852797812580400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-5594483988935240949</id><published>2009-02-21T15:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:52:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rui Hua turning the big 21!:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends are going to Rui Hua's 21st Bday (officially celebrated on Feb 23) BBQ Partyyy tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Edited ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure her 21st bday bash was the day she'd been waiting for. Right?:D Hee. So we went to Rui Hua's 21st BBQ bday partyyy at Costa Sands (Pasir Ris) and everyone had a blast! Food were just incredible! Sure any bdays - 16 18 21, etc., spent with family and friends is always a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306091702352280994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 186px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SaMGSlha_aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AskPX4iRsHM/s200/RH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ever pretty celebrant – Rui Hua at 21! In fairness, the jelly cake was YUM!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SaMCR1VoMFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QnjTRTIY6oY/s1600-h/RH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306087291371401298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 173px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SaMCR1VoMFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/QnjTRTIY6oY/s200/RH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ever pretty celebrant – Rui Hua and moi, of course!=p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SaMCLSTQrOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vkBoCdA46eo/s1600-h/RH3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306087178887015650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 152px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SaMCLSTQrOI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vkBoCdA46eo/s200/RH3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The ever pretty celebrant – Rui Hua with her very special guests!=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there she has one of her happiest bdays!&lt;br /&gt;More shots of the bday celebrant with.. ehem.. us, her very special guests, posted on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=106076&amp;amp;id=643620707"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-5594483988935240949?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/5594483988935240949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=5594483988935240949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5594483988935240949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/5594483988935240949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-edit-this-post-laterd_21.html' title='Rui Hua turning the &lt;i&gt;big 21&lt;/i&gt;!:D'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SaMGSlha_aI/AAAAAAAAAYA/AskPX4iRsHM/s72-c/RH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-3508695424943983901</id><published>2009-02-15T19:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:53:46.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a fun ♥ day</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! Sorry for the late update. Heh. &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayt, So I was getting a lil bored with defining V-Day as just a holiday for people who are dating. For few consecutive years, we've been doing the same thing and am bored with a lapse in conversation, dinner and a movie, and besides, restos are always too cramped on V-day! Sorry deary dates if I &amp;amp; my girlfriends just vanished, just a glimpse in the night - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when it was &lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt; mom who booked my sched first!!:p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because today I just felt like I was the partyyy! We, girlfriends, are the partyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138669218557938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SZ-jgwb17_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/3cmOU969jEA/s200/vday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I hope you guys had a wonderful V-Day, whatever your status is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305138808810736018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SZ-jo4dNiZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/643y49-iRFw/s200/vday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305139734125615554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 190px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SZ-kevheGcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7zvgKSfWJH0/s200/vday3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are uploaded in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/profile.php?id=658353861&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-3508695424943983901?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/3508695424943983901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=3508695424943983901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3508695424943983901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/3508695424943983901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-was-fun-day.html' title='It was a fun &amp;hearts; day'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/SZ-jgwb17_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/3cmOU969jEA/s72-c/vday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-2403977188263705021</id><published>2009-02-12T19:11:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:53:32.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And apparently, today has got to be the most boring day,ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been missing some friends lately. Okay, I wasn't paying attention to class. I was SO not in the mood for "in order to move forward" whatever thing - the lecturer's favorite phrase to say every&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/5DAYS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/5DAYS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morning. Goodness gracious. Boon Wee, my classmate, could probably make a tally how many freaking times the lecturer would say it in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I was back in junior high at that moment. We were so mean, nasty and playful that we always get ourselves into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The target was a freshman guy in college. His face were always so distracting. Always. There was something in him. Really. We thought he can make a good friend. &gt;) Recess time: I &lt;s&gt;accidentally&lt;/s&gt; tossed a crumpled up piece of paper right into this guy's face. Trust me. It didn't hurt and it's by choice we become good friends!:D My first reaction was to stare at my best friend, Kei-em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O M G! We are so dead! To the guidance office immediately!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, those were the days. The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imu guys and it's terrible.&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/4363931716291718727-2403977188263705021?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/2403977188263705021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=2403977188263705021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2403977188263705021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2403977188263705021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-apparently-today-has-got-to-be-most.html' title='And apparently, today has got to be the most boring day,&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;!'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8959403707793446453</id><published>2009-02-11T21:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:50:10.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class was cancelled today due to teacher illness.</title><content type='html'>And I don't feel like writing about it. So I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-8959403707793446453?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/8959403707793446453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=8959403707793446453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8959403707793446453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8959403707793446453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-was-cancelled-today-due-to.html' title='Class was cancelled today due to teacher illness.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-8105433506260313078</id><published>2009-02-10T23:58:00.059+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:54:08.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/FINALEXAMSCHEDULE-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/FINALEXAMSCHEDULE-2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find my motivation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le.&lt;/span&gt; Guess I've lost it somewhere.I have a bunch of &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; assignments due. I have to start my Economics and Cross-Cultural MGT main assignments but I keep putting them off. I have a CCM journal paper due on Thursday and Econs journal paper due next Monday. Plus, I have exams coming up real soon! As in.. real soon!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/FINALEXAMSCHEDULE-2.gif"&gt;                      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank heavens! Every time somehow, life brightens. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My brother and I just recently started to like strudels and mango is ♥!! Therefore, we needed no coaxing to stop by Ritz when we were in Bugis. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/ritz-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 304px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/ritz-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="wordlink darkorange"&gt;Ritz Apple Strudel &amp;amp; Pastry (Bugis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I know. Not many people do this. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And after the long long wait.. .,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;my articles are finally approved.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Re:&lt;/span&gt; article approval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 10 February, 2009 00:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; "Ho Pak Kin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To: &lt;/span&gt;"Paula Alyssa Navarro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The export oriented asia economy article is good for Macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on singapore economy is good for Macro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-8105433506260313078?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/8105433506260313078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=8105433506260313078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8105433506260313078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/8105433506260313078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-something-i-would-want-to-spend-my.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-6112543558612607517</id><published>2009-02-09T20:56:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:54:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's hiccups become less painful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a great lunch with my classmates today at meridian food court right after the tedious economics. Somehow, though, I still &lt;s&gt;slightly&lt;/s&gt; feel so out of place. Haha. I really am loving you S'pore. I think I need to take some time &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt; to give myself a reality check. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, my phone rang. It was Mingxia!&lt;br /&gt;Hence, girlfriends going to town again! Forget all the pain in the world. Take some time out. Ride the wave.. . &lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/AFTERTHEMID.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingxia is like the best: when I wasn't sure what kind of bag I was looking for, she knew exactly just where to take me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it was time to grab some afternoon delight.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 165px;" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i171/paulaalyssa/shokudo11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shokudo Japanese Pasta &amp;amp; Pizza (Cathay Cineleisure Orchard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fairness, their Calamari Rings are yum!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared the food like how we always shared the pain. It's really good having someone around to talk things through. Talk about love, life, any progress with the practice of coloring our nails, sh!t that happens from one person to another, the guy at the store, and the PT in California Fitness who was having his late lunch! ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to try their pasta though. Gotta get back there. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-6112543558612607517?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/6112543558612607517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=6112543558612607517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/6112543558612607517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/6112543558612607517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/khf.html' title='life&apos;s hiccups become less painful.'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-2430772536497797256</id><published>2009-02-08T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:54:38.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination no more~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's not much going on, hmm, other than next week is back-2-school-week. Gosh, I'm starting to feel that same level of stress and anxiety. I know. I missed a lot of gimiks, dates, and hang outs, these past days. I'm sorry I haven't been on lately. I am currently oh-so bombarded with deadlines and must-dos. I hope you get it. They're starting to eat up my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll probably edit this later! Going to attend the Sunday Mass already.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday meanings:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASAP 09 (All-Star Sunday Afternoon Party)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Buzz&lt;/span&gt;. I AM such a viewer! Well harRr, that's if I don't get to work. I loooove seeing Nikki Gil and Billy Crawford together!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday means tomorrow is Monday&lt;/span&gt;. Econs classes resume tomorrow morning at 8.45 am!! "Dear lecturer, why oh why my articles are still pending?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday means going to Church.&lt;/span&gt; My family goes to Church every Sunday morning. But my brother and I, like as always, were both too lazy and feeling grumpy about having to go to Church. So we choose to go later in the afternoon. HarR. Today we came up with a devilish plan &gt;| We wanted to skip the Mass and eat instead. But I was having that old guilt at the same time, like you know, if we skip mass, it’s kinda like indirectly rejecting God Father. HarR. We ended up going to Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go! Be back when I have more coherent things to say :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-2430772536497797256?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/2430772536497797256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=2430772536497797256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2430772536497797256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/2430772536497797256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/procrastination-no-more.html' title='procrastination no more~'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363931716291718727.post-7429709180657705939</id><published>2009-02-07T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:54:51.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back blog world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes I'm backkk and you better have missed me! Well, apparently paulaalyssa.blogspot.com is no longer available for online viewing. Idk. For some personal reasons I had to close it down. But forget it, anyways, I have moved to a new url, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nottyally.blogspot.com/"&gt;nottyally.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. =D So welcome me back, online world! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4363931716291718727-7429709180657705939?l=nottyally.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/feeds/7429709180657705939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4363931716291718727&amp;postID=7429709180657705939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7429709180657705939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4363931716291718727/posts/default/7429709180657705939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nottyally.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back-blog-world_07.html' title='I&apos;m back blog world!'/><author><name>Paula Alyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00086943083405879143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C2lU5CcPn-k/TATiEpQRafI/AAAAAAAAAhM/1LH85c2Nyx8/S220/IMG_8920.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
