<?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-17847428</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:32:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Still Look Pretty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-505491830212481543</id><published>2007-09-27T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, September 27th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Bad manners- My girl lollipop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd post for the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met mun today over at cp. Been meeting her twice this week. She's a great shopping kaki for sure because we kept going in random shops to buy unnecessary but cute litte things. Hahaha. Like these cutie pie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114885458086794866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvu5OWwTFnI/AAAAAAAABcI/S1x2E4Y9NY4/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114885664245225090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvu5aWwTFoI/AAAAAAAABcQ/d4s6RYdebS4/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From kids section in metro to one dollar shops to bluergh seafood and chicken ciabatta to endless yakking, I can always count on her to have clean good fun. Heee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114888022182270626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvu7jmwTFqI/AAAAAAAABcg/bjZawe3D3P0/s200/mun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry uh, I kapok your picture. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I went for tuition today at charm's place and here's what happened after it ended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: ma could you pass this to ajip? hehehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his mom: apeni? for what you give him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: nothing la, just a surprise. don't tell him tau, just put it somewhere where he can see tomorrow when he balek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his mom: menyampah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I got these from his mom. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114886445929272978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvu6H2wTFpI/AAAAAAAABcY/XDZ_04TbhLQ/s200/muffin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st post for the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad actually thought that I don't know what a plug is. He went on and on on the phone with me trying to describe what the hell a friggin plug looks like?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know where I got my naivety from. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114743032676292178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvs3sGwTFlI/AAAAAAAABb4/a6d1KzWhfco/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&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/17847428-505491830212481543?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/505491830212481543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/505491830212481543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-september-27th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvu5OWwTFnI/AAAAAAAABcI/S1x2E4Y9NY4/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2548154673132052379</id><published>2007-09-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:50.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, September 26th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Mocca- I think I'm in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114399942098753090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvn_pmwTFkI/AAAAAAAABbw/k5mNteechhw/s200/zxzx.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my god! I shouldn't be even thinking about it. How volatile can our mind be? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2548154673132052379?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2548154673132052379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2548154673132052379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/wednesday-september-26th-music-in.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rvn_pmwTFkI/AAAAAAAABbw/k5mNteechhw/s72-c/zxzx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5135949162496736248</id><published>2007-09-25T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:51.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, September 25th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Timbaland- The way I are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll only be back on friday but I hope you like it. I still have the cookies and the letter which I penned down for you. And you know what there's no appeling jeans out there, so forget about getting a bottom for now. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114071140877407794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RvjUm2wTFjI/AAAAAAAABbo/WE2iPooyuJQ/s200/alala2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, I love alot. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5135949162496736248?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5135949162496736248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5135949162496736248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-september-25th-music-in-motion_25.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RvjUm2wTFjI/AAAAAAAABbo/WE2iPooyuJQ/s72-c/alala2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6950459395616076539</id><published>2007-09-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:25:34.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, September 24th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Rossa- Atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things get too overwhelming and everything else is not going your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6950459395616076539?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6950459395616076539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6950459395616076539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-september-25th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2736859886647777836</id><published>2007-09-21T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:51.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, September 21st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: The temptations- My girl &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm in the mood for point forms now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I woke up with tears in my eyelashes because I think I saw my grand-dad in my dream. I miss him alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) They did it again. I'm anal that way especially if it concerns my brothers. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Gondol=Botak. Now I know after checking nadia's P5 work. And I thought it's another word for bongok, begok, etc. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) And what's the news about bin laden bin laden? Even if he's the terrorist he has a name; Osama bin laden. The papers or the net kept calling him bin laden. It's not even his surname la dengs! It's like calling him ey son of laden, son of laden! And I think there's hundreds of sons belonging to laden, right? No? Haha. Ya I'm anal that way too. =D I realised this is not point form. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom's been bugging me to accompany her to geylang but I don't want. Speaking of my mom, last night terawih's session was not a khusyuk one for her. Poor her. She said to my dad, "mani susah nak kusyuk, orang kat sebelah mani ni, angkat tangan dier mcm harimau nak cekau pokok la. boleh nampak kat tepi mate mani ni." And she re-enacted the action to us! Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation: I can't give my fullest attention to God when I'm praying because an auntie beside was acting like a tiger clawing on a tree.&lt;/em&gt; o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad also has a story to tell. Almost most of the days there are bound to be funny incidences happening in the mosque but last night was especially unforgettable. My dad said to my mom, "orang sebelah abg ni asyik sendawe aje, kalau tak bau takpe, bau durian pulak tu, pening kepale abg, ingatkan lepas 8 rakaat dier nak jalan tapi dier tak jalan, orang keliling abg pun takde yang jalan, kalau ade slot kat mane-mane abg da kejar da." Heheheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation: A guy beside me kept on burping and it reeked of durian. He was there beside me all along. If there was an unavailable slot anywhere at all, I would have run for it! &lt;/em&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm full of energy because my precious will be back in a few hours time and praise to God because he got the title marksman for his shooting test today. Congragulations d! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112503864361424418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RvNDLWwTFiI/AAAAAAAABbg/f4jTR6ufZW4/s200/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2736859886647777836?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2736859886647777836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2736859886647777836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-september-21st-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RvNDLWwTFiI/AAAAAAAABbg/f4jTR6ufZW4/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-977768421726521411</id><published>2007-09-20T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:51.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, September 20th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: The cranberries- Linger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that the girls in my family are the independent beings compared to the pacified boys. There's no ground to state my reason simply because it's merely my personal experience. Perhaps daily occurences in my household has triggered me into having this kind of thoughts. It's not nice, I know but I just can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much the girls try to do things right, it will never be acknowledged or it will never be enough, but if it's the other sex, opposite reactions will take place. -_- Perhaps it's due to our constant nature (us girls) in the house to break some rules simply because we wanted everyone to be treated equally. But then, our intention is often viewed as being disrespectful to the parents. Hmmm. It's an egalitarian world, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another side of the story, hurray hurray it's already thursday and my boy is going to be back in my arms tomorrow! Or maybe saturday when I see him? Whatever, I'm still stoked. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm, no more geylang please. I don't want to go through it all over again just to get that air kathirah or wadeh. Can't wait to have your hair brushing my cheeks again. Tomorrow love. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112162973565344514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RvINI5lEWwI/AAAAAAAABbY/F24jC0nTvKU/s200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-977768421726521411?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/977768421726521411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/977768421726521411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-september-20th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RvINI5lEWwI/AAAAAAAABbY/F24jC0nTvKU/s72-c/Image052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2379350878600737317</id><published>2007-09-18T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:51.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, September 18th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion:  Mocca- Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok calling lta wasn't such a big deal after all. If you know me, I don't really like to make all these calls knowing that I'll probably stutter or mumble to myself. Hah. Anyway, I've decided to de-privatise my blog to save everyone from the trouble. But I'll switch it back to private as and when I feel the need to. Don't worry, Invited guests should know the drills. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting farhana last night for terawih was great. It was so nice meeting her and it's funny how our friendship forged few years back. Alot of things and stories were shared between us and I promise you farhana has got to be the most kindest and sweetest soul I've ever met. She is just so nice. I've never once saw her getting mad or frustrated. =) Anyway good luck in NUS. You can do it, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111402034097033762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru9ZEZKQEiI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Y6PwrgyOE9s/s200/Picture0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's already the second day of the week. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2379350878600737317?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2379350878600737317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2379350878600737317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-september-18th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru9ZEZKQEiI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Y6PwrgyOE9s/s72-c/Picture0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4370246892530134735</id><published>2007-09-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:53.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, September 17th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Tyler hilton- Glad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no I've sinned yet again. I promise myself I'll stop with all these online shopping but I just couldn't resist the temptation. What's more it's selling at a fetching price and it looks so pretty! I just have to have it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111100505918017970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5G1JKQEbI/AAAAAAAABaY/iN1NQpHEGHk/s200/3SWALLETWHITE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111100613292200386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5G7ZKQEcI/AAAAAAAABag/7WcgASvwccM/s200/8smallblackwallet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday I followed charm to let go of his tortoise. One died so razif thought it's best if he were to just let the other one go. It's tor-toys ok, not tor-tees. Thank you. It was quite heartbreaking. It was so tiny when we bought it but it's all grown up now. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111102408588530130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5Ij5KQEdI/AAAAAAAABao/m4ZsMP2-9tg/s200/tt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111102906804736482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5JA5KQEeI/AAAAAAAABaw/gm7anlnEgG0/s200/tt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111103104373232114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5JMZKQEfI/AAAAAAAABa4/z87weGOaD8o/s200/tt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that pouty mouth on his face? He was talking to the tor-toys. So long little fella, we'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111103284761858562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5JW5KQEgI/AAAAAAAABbA/89_OkrarVHI/s200/tt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111103971956625938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5J-5KQEhI/AAAAAAAABbI/gsJVwDkcn3Y/s200/tt6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4370246892530134735?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4370246892530134735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4370246892530134735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-september-17th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5G1JKQEbI/AAAAAAAABaY/iN1NQpHEGHk/s72-c/3SWALLETWHITE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8566304568677021243</id><published>2007-09-16T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:11:59.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, September 16th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Mocca- Telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, Happy 6 years and 2 months anniversary to us both. I've run out of words to say to you but I love you, you know that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110673796622192802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzCvZKQEKI/AAAAAAAABYQ/bNNiQvHA1BA/s200/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, a visit to the zoo yesterday. It was hard walking through the trails in the midst of the fasting month. What's with the scorching sun, the random mini stalls selling those coca-cola bottles and people licking their popsicles along the way. But we managed to pull through. Thank god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place has changed so much. The last I went there was when I was in primary school. Yes it was that long. There were so many animals both new and old that got us laughing too hard. Here's one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110668208869740562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ruy9qJKQEBI/AAAAAAAABXI/O_V8eHt1y3E/s200/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110668311948955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ruy9wJKQECI/AAAAAAAABXQ/1lGc7pjnWHw/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey with the hot pink ass! I will never look at jambu (a fruit) the same way again. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: awak pantat dier memang gitu eh, terbukak aje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: takla nanti dier bole tutup balik. dier bukak tutup bukak tutup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: confident aje, mane boleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went there together with riyan and aisha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110670669886001218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ruy_5ZKQEEI/AAAAAAAABXg/z-ac5dYUU3w/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110670820209856594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzACJKQEFI/AAAAAAAABXo/aJfvh41fgSs/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hadi and diah couldn't make it. But nevertheless we had fun just walking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110675845321593090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzEmpKQEQI/AAAAAAAABZA/PVVIhMKOFUU/s200/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110675746537345266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzEg5KQEPI/AAAAAAAABY4/QiLw0elwrwA/s200/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovering pretty things and smelly but cute animals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110671537469395042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzAr5KQEGI/AAAAAAAABXw/dh07gaUnOPA/s200/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110671777987563634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzA55KQEHI/AAAAAAAABX4/50tKhzIUF4Y/s200/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110675974170611986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzEuJKQERI/AAAAAAAABZI/vkgT5Lsg6zA/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110676072954859810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzEz5KQESI/AAAAAAAABZQ/rXJmNqLjyc4/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110672422232658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzBfZKQEII/AAAAAAAABYA/19ZlbhYVOg4/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110672533901807762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzBl5KQEJI/AAAAAAAABYI/B1P8_MME0d0/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; sitting down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110674453752189138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzDVpKQENI/AAAAAAAABYo/RzOx8ZaU0kY/s200/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110674178874282162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzDFpKQELI/AAAAAAAABYY/t2MwY6XKByc/s200/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110674750104932578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzDm5KQEOI/AAAAAAAABYw/374v8YRcDb0/s200/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and crapping most of the time. =D Presenting the spokesperson for the big and friendly elephants! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110677224006095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzF25KQETI/AAAAAAAABZY/CNm6NsAWQZ8/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110677387214852418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzGAZKQEUI/AAAAAAAABZg/qT9dc5WhZZY/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110677485999100242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzGGJKQEVI/AAAAAAAABZo/X6x9yQa145I/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and did you know that our papers are made from elephant dung?! Hahha, now you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110678138834129250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzGsJKQEWI/AAAAAAAABZw/PHemW5GGPFg/s200/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't ask me why he did that! And these have got to be the biggest tortoises I've ever laid my eyes upon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111092332595253618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru4_ZZKQEXI/AAAAAAAABZ4/WDJWyokhOjM/s200/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111092573113422210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru4_nZKQEYI/AAAAAAAABaA/zDcqKZXlzlE/s200/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111093148639039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5AI5KQEZI/AAAAAAAABaI/r0INDiNCFwU/s200/Image108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111093440696816034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ru5AZ5KQEaI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ZUjCw4MfUBw/s200/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have tons more photos but I'm too lazy to put it in here. After the visit to the zoo, we dropped by geylang for break-fast but it was so packed with people although it was only the 3rd day of ramadhan. We ended up breaking our fast along the stalls and later had our proper meal at 8pm. I don't want to go there again, ok maybe in the noon when it's not so pack but I never want to... meredah tempat yang sungguh sempit dan panas itu. Oh aku tak rela! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the whole parade at geylang we went to catch the movie "I pronounce you chuck and larry." It was hilarious, you should see it for yourself to know what I mean. I love the part where this funny looking man said, a ring is circle, a circle never ends bla bla bla. Oh go watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night was nice with great company and a good laugh along the way but what made it more splendid was the fact that I got to spend the whole day with my boy. ILY. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8566304568677021243?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8566304568677021243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8566304568677021243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-september-16th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuzCvZKQEKI/AAAAAAAABYQ/bNNiQvHA1BA/s72-c/Image089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6716581607255857296</id><published>2007-09-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:25:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, September 14th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Mocca- It's over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend's sore because he wants his hair back. He is so sore that he has start calling me baby gem. Mind you, not that gem gem but the gem-ok. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6716581607255857296?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6716581607255857296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6716581607255857296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/friday-september-14th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5721277700430582672</id><published>2007-09-13T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:05.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, September 13th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Anda- Menghitung hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm transfixed. Transfixed on what just happened last night. I really cannot comprehend the words that came out from his mouth. Sometimes, I'll just let my mind wander when that happens. The words he said was just ridiculous till my mouth clamped shut wondering what I was supposed to rebutt back, but I can't. After too much pondering, I am still clueless on where I had gone wrong. Asked a couple of closed ones and they told me that it wasn't even my fault to begin with. But how come he made it seemed so easy to turn the table around and point his finger at me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame him though because after years and years of being with him, I've come to accept the fact that all bad things that happened between us was all because of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don't get me wrong yes because I never-ever will let him step all over me. Maybe once or twice, but not all the time la. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine, I really am. It's just that I'm pretty tired with all those quarrels and things synonymous with it that I just don't have the energy to actually argue back. All I have is my clear conscience and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, forget what I said earlier because I definetely had fun with my girls yesterday. It was a mini belated birthday celebration for both Nurhadiani and Nordila. Both of them are virgo babies and we had lunch over at amirah's grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109583081087438498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujivZKQDqI/AAAAAAAABUQ/jzVrJODLBVg/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109583789757042354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujjYpKQDrI/AAAAAAAABUY/WZsIGO8oQAE/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109583884246322882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujjeJKQDsI/AAAAAAAABUg/JJH38HfOXek/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was prettily made-up and of course delicious but the serving was a tad little for me. Or maybe I was hungry? =D The ambience was near perfect if not because of the mellow oldies love songs. We had fun chorusing it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586405392125698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujlw5KQDwI/AAAAAAAABVA/cv5wM3oiPkw/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586465521667858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujl0ZKQDxI/AAAAAAAABVI/MzaClaIi4mY/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586542831079202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujl45KQDyI/AAAAAAAABVQ/A-HkcKjRqj4/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109586611550555954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujl85KQDzI/AAAAAAAABVY/QiA-FP52Z5I/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109584683110239954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujkMpKQDtI/AAAAAAAABUo/h947JVapEUY/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109584863498866402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujkXJKQDuI/AAAAAAAABUw/OfbESWvPh7E/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109585542103699186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujk-pKQDvI/AAAAAAAABU4/dsVqZiuiJvc/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry. *let's chant together* Then it was cake-cutting and the opening-of-presents time. I gave the both of them a cookie cake from famous amos and panties from topshop. Hehehe. Dila gave diani a bag from flash and splash and diani on the other hand got dila a top from esprit. Happy goobers! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109587977350156098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujnMZKQD0I/AAAAAAAABVg/hUMZzGoLRrY/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109588497041198978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujnqpKQD4I/AAAAAAAABWA/1vJbN0bEcnA/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109588849228517266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujn_JKQD5I/AAAAAAAABWI/ainZyY1G61Q/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109589068271849378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujoL5KQD6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/VfxhC9zGeMo/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109589248660475826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujoWZKQD7I/AAAAAAAABWY/Kub9q102nSo/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109588243638128482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujnb5KQD2I/AAAAAAAABVw/-0hqY-ggfZY/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109588368192180082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujnjJKQD3I/AAAAAAAABV4/etlZJCxsVjA/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109591490633404370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujqY5KQD9I/AAAAAAAABWo/StlMooM-N-Q/s200/ag10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109590743309094850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujptZKQD8I/AAAAAAAABWg/oPS7gapknqE/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody turn off the washing machine because it's making that te-ne-ney-neeey song?! Ok where was I? Oh ya, the cake, my god! Was super-dee-duuper delicious tak boleh angkat! It's nice and nice and sooooooo heavenly. *do the chant again* And it wasn't at all expensive. Comes in all shapes and sizes and great for all occasions! Ok now I sound like the famous amos promoter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109595115585802210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rujtr5KQD-I/AAAAAAAABWw/Upls7hWFisw/s200/d1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109595772715798514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujuSJKQD_I/AAAAAAAABW4/7tm6713uXKc/s200/da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109596056183640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujuipKQEAI/AAAAAAAABXA/u16LPQ7mc38/s200/dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it, a great time spent with my girls. And to all my fellow muslims family and friends, Selamat menjalani ibadah puasa! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5721277700430582672?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5721277700430582672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5721277700430582672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-september-14th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RujivZKQDqI/AAAAAAAABUQ/jzVrJODLBVg/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4948320396207922439</id><published>2007-09-11T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, September 11th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Meg &amp; Dia- 19 stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, my brother and I did something together. The cause: total boredom and having nothing better to do at home. The effect: we painted my room wall. My room looks a little colourful and.. well flowery. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108802508362890930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYc0FKYPrI/AAAAAAAABTY/VWkRAmUvidE/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108802860550209218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYdIlKYPsI/AAAAAAAABTg/YACWHHHhcLw/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108803105363345106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYdW1KYPtI/AAAAAAAABTo/dvuKIQFzHJg/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108803285751971554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYdhVKYPuI/AAAAAAAABTw/Ln3m6lcfmFE/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108803625054387954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYd1FKYPvI/AAAAAAAABT4/EI2d7_x9fFg/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108803874162491138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYeDlKYPwI/AAAAAAAABUA/u2osO2GcqJ4/s200/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108804118975627026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYeR1KYPxI/AAAAAAAABUI/V6s4RNrE9BQ/s200/flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amidst the painting my brother sent a dedication to ria and it got aired plus dj kc played his requested song. Aww. =) So, what's next my brother? Shift my room or the living room? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4948320396207922439?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4948320396207922439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4948320396207922439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-september-11th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuYc0FKYPrI/AAAAAAAABTY/VWkRAmUvidE/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-374810444594736618</id><published>2007-09-10T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:09.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, September 10th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Uffie- In charge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late night with siblings are the best. As usual with the cookies, courtesy of my sweet ass brother and dvds. Slept nearly to 3am and nadia complained that I caused her to fall asleep in class. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108505777662344802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuUO8FKYPmI/AAAAAAAABSw/pAIsKSmIev0/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108505876446592626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuUPB1KYPnI/AAAAAAAABS4/AG2RPO4gifg/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108506026770448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuUPKlKYPoI/AAAAAAAABTA/n7JymNM2CmQ/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108506112669793938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuUPPlKYPpI/AAAAAAAABTI/N0F64K2cdOA/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108506284468485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuUPZlKYPqI/AAAAAAAABTQ/U3s-RdFq6mQ/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, ramadhan is in three days time. I can't belive the holy month is here and I look forward to it. Unfortunately I won't be able to make it for the first day of terawih because I'll be held up for tuition. Tuesdays till fridays. =(  But it's ok, I'll just make up for it at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about looking forward to ramadhan, what do you look forward to in the holy month? Because browsing through all those friendster profiles I realised that some of the fellow muslims actually looked forward to having fun in that month instead of utilising fully the perks of ramadhan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some went like..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Puase da nak dekat, mari same-same kite berjemaah buke puase kat luar." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pape plan picit, bole book table siang-siang."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a moment I was happy when I saw the word berjemaah, but when I kept reading, my smile turned upside down. I mean the way they string their sentences are also wrong. Even if you don't intend to make good use of the month, at least say something appropriate. I'm not exactly the perfect muslimah but I do try my best every single day to try to live a proper and modest life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am disturbed by it. Hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again till later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-374810444594736618?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/374810444594736618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/374810444594736618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-september-10th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuUO8FKYPmI/AAAAAAAABSw/pAIsKSmIev0/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5891554389177943094</id><published>2007-09-09T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:11.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, September 9th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Mocca- I think I'm in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no I think I'm in love with you. Oh no I'm hoping you want me too. So babe, don't let me down. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108062558512234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN71VKYPjI/AAAAAAAABSY/WPQ7byrR6fY/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend was lolly and fun as always with charm. We went to places, we simply talked about everything that can be talked about. There's so much to say and I cannot contain my excitement inside me but it's just so hard to express it in words. Simply put, I never fail to thank the One above for giving me this beautiful soul in my life. I'm forever thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave him his chocolate cupcakes on friday when he fetched me from my tutee's place and he was grinning from ear to ear when he received it. Hung around for awhile and then we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met again the next day and seriously we just walked and walked and chatted and chatted. There's really nothing for us to do actually because we had so many plans in mind. We wanted to catch a movie, we wanted to go sentosa, to the zoo but in the end we did none of it. Hahaha. We made fun of each other and we were at each other's wits end the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the first time ever, we went indian for our dinner. It was so delicious till I managed to finish my briyani rice and dipped in a little (not a little la,I helped him finished his portion, heh) of his thosai masala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108057765328731634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN3eVKYPfI/AAAAAAAABR4/Tgr-G0b6kes/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108057924242521602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN3nlKYPgI/AAAAAAAABSA/P3l8xhXOYvo/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108058031616704018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN3t1KYPhI/AAAAAAAABSI/9-B2y5SNkH0/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108058233480166946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN35lKYPiI/AAAAAAAABSQ/lADZRLKQSEQ/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another whimsical night with you my love. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108063851297390146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN9AlKYPkI/AAAAAAAABSg/oyRn8OS3AP0/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108064817665031762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN941KYPlI/AAAAAAAABSo/JlRb9J3vv8s/s200/wearelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I have issues to say but I guess I'll save it for another day. Afterall, I have alot of time up my sleeve and I wouldn't want my mood to turn sour just because of this thing that I want to talk about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5891554389177943094?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5891554389177943094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5891554389177943094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-september-9th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RuN71VKYPjI/AAAAAAAABSY/WPQ7byrR6fY/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8159522438290394993</id><published>2007-09-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:16.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, Sept 6th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: The wreckers- The good kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My post is going to be messy because I'm over with the niceties and such, so bear with me. I've been bumming around alot at home because my lazy ass refused to work out its muscles. Been reading, eating, wasting time and you know the drills. Started on my reading and my brother the imitator decided to follow suit but within pages... he well found joy in sleeping rather than reading. That's right, a book on how to be a rockstar, superstar. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106983658432511186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-mlFKYPNI/AAAAAAAABPo/J4wbBRzooyc/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106986003484654818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-otlKYPOI/AAAAAAAABPw/9E2KETfJc7E/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106986188168248562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-o4VKYPPI/AAAAAAAABP4/oh7Pzc4h8-Q/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love books by marian keyes, nevermind the fact that I've read this book twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went to cp yesterday to buy some stuffs for my chocolate fondant, whatever the name is. Oh by the way I bought an unnecessary item too which has got nothing to do with my chocolate fondant. Heee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106988945537252674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-rY1KYPUI/AAAAAAAABQg/5xw4BR9UiTQ/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106989027141631314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-rdlKYPVI/AAAAAAAABQo/5jmFWDhDJSU/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya dropped by the mall to pass me dunkin donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106987377874189570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-p9lKYPQI/AAAAAAAABQA/FloKTttfrhM/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106987541082946834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-qHFKYPRI/AAAAAAAABQI/840MoANuRuU/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks love for being such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106988211097845026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-quFKYPSI/AAAAAAAABQQ/yDqgSSE605g/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106988391486471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-q4lKYPTI/AAAAAAAABQY/DOdswHaAtwg/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I told you I loved it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I decided to put my rusty baking skills to good use and whipped, whipped, whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106989778760908130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-sJVKYPWI/AAAAAAAABQw/IZfzgtH2xpE/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106991080135998834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-tVFKYPXI/AAAAAAAABQ4/jvzxr6diN2A/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106991148855475586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-tZFKYPYI/AAAAAAAABRA/_hb8M9aWB1Y/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106991239049788818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-teVKYPZI/AAAAAAAABRI/p5Jiu6gxybE/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ready for oven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106991556877368738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-tw1KYPaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/KEsdzk9mIiI/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106991668546518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-t3VKYPbI/AAAAAAAABRY/GExEiBCavSs/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baked, baked, baked..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106992561899716034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-urVKYPcI/AAAAAAAABRg/1esWr3sER3g/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila! See that lalat(n)? Kepo only la. And aduh, my sememek face. =D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106992733698407890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-u1VKYPdI/AAAAAAAABRo/pbSmu4YOP0A/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106992802417884642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-u5VKYPeI/AAAAAAAABRw/TgNQWol-H2I/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It tasted more like nestum because I substituted the chocolate to hershey's chocolate syrup. Too lazy to do the double-boiling method. Heh. I'm a happy girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow my love I'll be seeing you. You don't know how much I've missed you. It's just that I didn't tell because I don't want to bawl my eyes out while talking to you on the phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till tomorrow. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8159522438290394993?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8159522438290394993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8159522438290394993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/thursday-sept-6th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rt-mlFKYPNI/AAAAAAAABPo/J4wbBRzooyc/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5198926548001415708</id><published>2007-09-06T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:31:56.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between this and that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Only selected posts from my blogspot would be posted here. Other posts which I think may be deemed offensive or critical etc etc of another party will remain in my blogspot viewable only by those people who are closely connected to me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;=D&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5198926548001415708?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5198926548001415708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5198926548001415708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/between-this-and-that.html' title='Between this and that.'/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8871239939125855004</id><published>2007-09-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:24:53.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, Sept 4th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Arctic monkeys- Dancing shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST THREW MY $5 WORTH OF CLIPS TOGETHER WITH MY POPULAR PLASTIC BAG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.R.E.A.T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8871239939125855004?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8871239939125855004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8871239939125855004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday-sept-4th-music-in-motion-arctic.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-809458224683054097</id><published>2007-09-03T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:17.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Sep 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, Sep 3rd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Meg &amp; Dia- Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain was already pouring when I woke up today. I think it's a good sign. Dragged myself out from bed and switched on the tv. Nope, bad news from rtm1. I saw two bloody corpses being retrieved from a badly smashed-up car. How sad, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my usual routine and thought of visiting the library to catch up on my readings, but my lazy self was taking reign over me so I decided to mope around at home, getting wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm texted me telling me one good news after another. He's coming home this friday, his life range test is looking pretty good and he's already making plans with me for this weekend. =) Finally, good news!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I did went to the library after much coaxing from my brother. He said it'd be nice to read a good book on a rainy day complete with cookies and milk, I of course cannot resist the temptation of having those delicious cookies melting in my mouth so there we were at famous amos after making a trip to the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105969878646930578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtwMjVKYPJI/AAAAAAAABPI/Q8QUvqsd9zQ/s200/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105969990316080290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtwMp1KYPKI/AAAAAAAABPQ/mTs4obPNAYs/s200/bend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105970978158558386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtwNjVKYPLI/AAAAAAAABPY/0ufPUhA_ZQ8/s200/cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot leave my cellphone on his hands. I will never allow that to happen again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never say this often, but I love my brother. He's the only one who could make me laugh like one mad hyena terlepas kandang and for that God, I'm forever grateful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105971966001036482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtwOc1KYPMI/AAAAAAAABPg/wlhB82yCv0s/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your paper tomorrow. I have faith in you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-809458224683054097?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/809458224683054097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/809458224683054097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-sep-3rd.html' title='Monday, Sep 3rd'/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtwMjVKYPJI/AAAAAAAABPI/Q8QUvqsd9zQ/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6477521235492773711</id><published>2007-09-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:19.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, Sep 1st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Eisley- Telescope eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I chose to privatise my blog. Perhaps I need a little privacy now and then and I wanted to blog without holding back what's on my mind. At times I wanted to say all the things in my head but I simply can't because it feels like I'm telling the world a tad too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts of deleting my blog came to mind but I resisted because I don't want to start all over again in creating yet another blog. To date, this has been my third blog and seriously I don't want to start from scratch again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you'll understand one day why I decided to privatise my blog. On the surface I don't talk much to people regarding myself or whatever that encompasses my life, I bottle it all up. That's all I can say for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is not all cotton candy and rainbow because it sucks at times. It's just that I haven't exactly penned it all down and I've only included the pretty-pretty things that have been happening to me and I don't know. I just feel like I'm being so superficial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, this is just not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, I went to a wedding today. Haha. Normally, I'll make up some pretty convincing excuse to escape from attending those places where the makciks-makciks congregate. I guess I have issues with them, not all of them obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105590946567306258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtqz6lKYPBI/AAAAAAAABOI/3dCpjUZdiU0/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591058236455970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtq0BFKYPCI/AAAAAAAABOQ/KsPH7ieqbp0/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591242920049714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtq0L1KYPDI/AAAAAAAABOY/QSuEhm-mXd8/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105591814150700114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtq0tFKYPFI/AAAAAAAABOo/ygulgX5uX-8/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105592140568214626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtq1AFKYPGI/AAAAAAAABOw/g2GHU4ZB4LI/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don't say I look young because I got them often. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw an accident while en route to bukit batok. A P-plate driver. The car was pretty wrecked but we didn't managed to see the victims. To all my P-plate friends, please-please be extra careful on the road ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593214310038642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtq1-lKYPHI/AAAAAAAABO4/XZGNcIgcx60/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll probably continue tomorrow. Food's calling. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night sweet thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6477521235492773711?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6477521235492773711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6477521235492773711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-sep-1st-music-in-motion-eisley.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rtqz6lKYPBI/AAAAAAAABOI/3dCpjUZdiU0/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4943743316384895958</id><published>2007-08-31T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:57:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 31st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Justice- The party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is being such a total shithote lately. First, it lags like shit and second, my whole profile is distorted. When the hell did I become a virgo 16 year old single girl? Shit. Whatever I'm staying away from crazy friendster for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know I sound like a manic just because friendster screwed up on me. I'm probably mad because charm's getting confined this week because of those three not-so-little pigs in his squad. I just pity him and the rest of his squad mates that are not guilty of the stated offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon honey, I need you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday isn't great after all, well at least for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4943743316384895958?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4943743316384895958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4943743316384895958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-august-31st-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3197239348104344285</id><published>2007-08-30T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:31.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, August 30th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: JT- Love stoned/I think she knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I believe the tide is going to subside soon..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, hello world. I'm alive and kicking. I'm officially breathing. Hahaha and I can't wait to party! Well, party is not exactly an appropriate word, more like I can't wait to do all the fun things that I've been missing these days. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see.. Dvd marathons till the wee hours of morning, weekends with charm and that includes sentosa (maybe), jogging (yes yes, must start), makan galore (cupcakes, cookies, donuts, pizzas, everything!), girlfriends and oh! you get the picture, don't you? Not forgetting my readings. =) Must visit the library soon. What about practicals? Boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway there's so much to update. Let' recap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104130455823202658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtWDm1KYOWI/AAAAAAAABIw/UnKUjKcfOec/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104130563197385074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtWDtFKYOXI/AAAAAAAABI4/-21c8DYiYkw/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104130769355815298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtWD5FKYOYI/AAAAAAAABJA/kpOK2hLppo0/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my family at simpang last thursday. Managed to take some of these pictures when it started to rain quite heavily. Dinner in the rain.. ahhh refreshing. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104312480832174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYpKFKYOZI/AAAAAAAABJI/8QGofsiu-Oc/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104312558141585826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYpOlKYOaI/AAAAAAAABJQ/heLlE2tt8WU/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104312669810735538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYpVFKYObI/AAAAAAAABJY/t50SKzQXh-s/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand guys. When they get together, they sure will have something to say, nevermind the fact that they haven't seen each other for a way long time. The above picture says it all kan? Amyway these were taken last friday. Rahimah's getting married but my friends and I couldn't make it for the actual day so we popped by on a friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I'm really happy for her. Will always pray for your happiness love. :) By the way, rahimah has such cute nieces and nephew, I couldn't resist myself from taking their pictures. My favourite's the last girl, syura. So pretttyyyyy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104314615430920642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYrGVKYOcI/AAAAAAAABJg/Pllm1TROArE/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104314843064187346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYrTlKYOdI/AAAAAAAABJo/qPvlkgGW8RE/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104315006272944610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYrdFKYOeI/AAAAAAAABJw/hn9BPq1ty74/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining night was spent with charm. It was beautiful walking hand-in-hand under the stars and just sharing the love with your other half. Do it again love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316522396400114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYs1VKYOfI/AAAAAAAABJ4/jEHEhrsb9SM/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316694195091970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYs_VKYOgI/AAAAAAAABKA/M4WlN0w0ykQ/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316775799470610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYtEFKYOhI/AAAAAAAABKI/52PTfrxET-8/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316887468620322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYtKlKYOiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/p1kRTENFkfI/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104319305535207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYvXVKYOjI/AAAAAAAABKY/YqOPRQDrkIs/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104319808046381634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYv0lKYOkI/AAAAAAAABKg/0RzGA54Jzpo/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went home around 2plus, slept for a good couple of hours and met up again the next day at 12. We watched dead silence, had our donuts and just spend the whole day together. I of course enjoyed every hour just being with him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104322466631137874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYyPVKYOlI/AAAAAAAABKo/GErmjU6UGt0/s200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104322629839895138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYyY1KYOmI/AAAAAAAABKw/eAIDoHkW_SM/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104323299854793346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYy_1KYOoI/AAAAAAAABLA/mYyroNehYcY/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104323003502049906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtYyulKYOnI/AAAAAAAABK4/-LdZWRlcMIA/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, that boy cannot wait one. =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104324498150668946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY0FlKYOpI/AAAAAAAABLI/MWah5mCnnMc/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104324592639949474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY0LFKYOqI/AAAAAAAABLQ/nSERwEURU-I/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ahhhh, heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104326250497325746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY1rlKYOrI/AAAAAAAABLY/SHBasabVbiU/s200/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104333466042383202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY8PlKYO2I/AAAAAAAABMw/sK-LvtMizV4/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104326473835625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY14lKYOsI/AAAAAAAABLg/vPvIv4Rs26I/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104326615569545938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY2A1KYOtI/AAAAAAAABLo/9UkiARnOif8/s200/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104326765893401314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY2JlKYOuI/AAAAAAAABLw/uaNSJz-NlGs/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104327002116602610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY2XVKYOvI/AAAAAAAABL4/Kdzc_xF6w0A/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a dragon boat competition going on and well we showed them our support by shouting go number 2 go number 2! Hahahah whacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104330511104883490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY5jlKYOyI/AAAAAAAABMQ/1ZAJiALRhUQ/s200/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104330876177103666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY541KYOzI/AAAAAAAABMY/3XH8pAqP4So/s200/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104331507537296194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY6dlKYO0I/AAAAAAAABMg/Xbu3N5q8Rfc/s200/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104330133147761410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY5NlKYOwI/AAAAAAAABMA/uM-Yx8U-Z3Q/s200/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104330249111878418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY5UVKYOxI/AAAAAAAABMI/IVNpHtRxEag/s200/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting pretty tired.. I still have a few more pictures to go. Dinner with my aunt and family. It was her 13th anniversary. =) They used to stay with my family while waiting for their apartment. Her son, rizal is only a day apart old from my brother, muzaiyin. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104334917741329314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY9kFKYO6I/AAAAAAAABNQ/LJERi7XIuec/s200/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104332757372779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY7mVKYO1I/AAAAAAAABMo/x02XNxJxJbk/s200/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104334350805646194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY9DFKYO3I/AAAAAAAABM4/4GQb-JV7Yzc/s200/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104334518309370754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY9M1KYO4I/AAAAAAAABNA/rPVb1aCiBp4/s200/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104335377302830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY9-1KYO8I/AAAAAAAABNg/Nq5Sf0oBUb4/s200/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104338834751503362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtZBIFKYPAI/AAAAAAAABOA/YhqOYYZqqPI/s200/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm was so sweet as to wait and fetched me all the way from jurong. I was home in a jiffy. Riding at 160km/h on a cbr was no joke hokay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pheeeuuw finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104335488971979730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtY-FVKYO9I/AAAAAAAABNo/hAS18R1NQQs/s200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104337636455627762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtZACVKYO_I/AAAAAAAABN4/ElzSD41upwk/s200/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I slept like alog. Actually I don't even remember whether I did any studying. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3197239348104344285?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3197239348104344285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3197239348104344285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-august-30th-music-in-motion-jt.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RtWDm1KYOWI/AAAAAAAABIw/UnKUjKcfOec/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2292666937737785107</id><published>2007-08-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:20:54.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 24th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie in motion: Army daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem if I am sudying in the comfort of my room. I'll sidetrack. I'm laughing my ass of watching army daze with oreo peanut butter and chocolate cream complete with 4 packets of milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my room looks like a pigsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruit drop 20 drop 20! Yes sir! and the guy begin to drop his ever famous 20 cents coins. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell am I doing here, blogging?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKx10WTXu58"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKx10WTXu58" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2292666937737785107?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2292666937737785107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2292666937737785107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-august-24th-movie-in-motion-army.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5274980747752448562</id><published>2007-08-22T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:35.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, August 22nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: SP- Break it off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling super active now. I think I can run the whole estate of sk many-many times. Ok, bedek. But the active part is for real. I can't stop shaking my butt everytime a new song comes up, nevermind if it is a mellow song. Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be diverting my attention somewhere else before it's too late! Ok ok I promise to do it later maybe after zohor after I brush my teeth and bathe and have my breakfast-lunch meal. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, meeting up with my two loves yesterday was very enjoyable, as always. We had lunch at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101376883570260018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu7P1KYODI/AAAAAAAABGc/OTVkyzUXID8/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384262324074818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsvB9VKYOUI/AAAAAAAABIg/c1lPJw8e8hE/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101376990944442434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu7WFKYOEI/AAAAAAAABGk/N8Phxyzxclw/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101384408352962898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsvCF1KYOVI/AAAAAAAABIo/C9iBFGWDHnA/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dila had mushroom cream farfelle while diani and I had our black pepper chicken spag and chicken bolognaise spag respectively. I should have taken linguine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just so much to say yet we had so little time. What's with each of us having different commitments and priorities, different school timetable and whatnots. So everytime we meet, we never fail to value one another's presence to the fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101379524975147154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu9plKYOJI/AAAAAAAABHI/V9aLlyxnv0U/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101379791263119522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu95FKYOKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/O1346JzE5uE/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101379898637301938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu9_VKYOLI/AAAAAAAABHY/sW0o1wBGgcI/s200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101380603011938498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu-oVKYOMI/AAAAAAAABHg/gXaKauKXUbE/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101380676026382546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu-slKYONI/AAAAAAAABHo/CdErLVH0qKc/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup we were that hungry. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we made our way to get our doughnuts. We passed the long queue and instead opt for the express queue. It was express indeed. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101378300909467746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu8iVKYOGI/AAAAAAAABGw/_IHQnod2H3U/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101378416873584754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu8pFKYOHI/AAAAAAAABG4/NqpBbnfuAP8/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101378515657832578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu8u1KYOII/AAAAAAAABHA/stLYq9TYigM/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find a little spot for us to enjoy our doughnuts as well as the cupcakes I bought for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101381784127944946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu_tFKYOPI/AAAAAAAABH4/zfQfZSk1_1E/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101381715408468194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu_pFKYOOI/AAAAAAAABHw/26BTdq23lLQ/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More talking and catching up. I can't express how good it was to be with them. Just sitting somewhere with them for hours talking about anything under the sun is enough to bring a smile on my face and make it last the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101382003171277090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu_51KYOSI/AAAAAAAABIQ/iV01wmP-0J8/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101381934451800338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu_11KYORI/AAAAAAAABII/l6Qe9b4uLx4/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101381857142388994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu_xVKYOQI/AAAAAAAABIA/LpVxFogFf1o/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can never say this enough but I love the two of you. Both of you are like sisters to me and I wouldn't trade anything in the whole world for you. You two have such beautiful souls and you will always be in my prayers. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It'a already the midweek. Enjoy your day sweets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5274980747752448562?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5274980747752448562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5274980747752448562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-august-22nd-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsu7P1KYODI/AAAAAAAABGc/OTVkyzUXID8/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-65652840660596592</id><published>2007-08-19T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:38.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, August 19th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Uffie- Hot chick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday greeted me with the smell of rain and the spluttering sounds of it. Woke up a little later than usual because the ambience was so comforting. Forego plans to go jogging with charm because both of us were busy snoozing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Text message from charm at 7am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: morning! ready for our jog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her: wait later-later can? i want to enjoy the cold weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: ok good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 10am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her: morning! ready for our jog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: no need la, let's just sleep in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her: yes! that's what i wanted to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: kambing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we were both exhausted due to last night long-hours of walking and standing up just to catch the fireworks. Thankfully the fireworks were splendid for if it wasn't, I swear I would never want to see the fireworks again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esplanade was jam-packed with homo sapiens as usual and I well hated crowded places. But thank god for the presence of charm who never failed to tickle me with his corny jokes and of course the good company of my friends, maya and boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100321425422038978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf7UFKYN8I/AAAAAAAABFk/6TbOS8B2mTI/s200/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100321614400600018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf7fFKYN9I/AAAAAAAABFs/FKTdAcB5Jpk/s200/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there were incidents of smelly armpits, pungent smells, sweaty arms and you know all those eeeky stuffs. We had one hour before the fireworks start, so in order to pass the time we decided to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100320308730541970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf6TFKYN5I/AAAAAAAABFM/uYUUO5k84kk/s200/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100320497709103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf6eFKYN6I/AAAAAAAABFU/bcIVQ4NTyOo/s200/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100320660917860274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf6nlKYN7I/AAAAAAAABFc/CukoX4wkuOU/s200/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ya, you get the picture. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to vivo first to meet maya and muklis before catching the fireworks and we did what we did best. Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100323950862809074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf9nFKYN_I/AAAAAAAABF8/iie_1SZB3sw/s200/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100323804833920994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf9elKYN-I/AAAAAAAABF0/tpDZVu9IstQ/s200/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where afterwhich we had our very early dinner over at carl's jr marina and then proceeded to suntec for a little walk. Had our auntie anne's there as well. YA, you can imagine how bloated my stomach was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100324230035683330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf93VKYOAI/AAAAAAAABGE/2LrsoOhPols/s200/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100324577928034338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf-LlKYOCI/AAAAAAAABGU/2a_3lfXlyGY/s200/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100324436194113554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf-DVKYOBI/AAAAAAAABGM/lIFkLukJV08/s200/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply love carl's jr beef chilli cheese fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking through the steps of marina square leading to the esplanade always has random free shows from voluntary people. Yesterday for example, there was a group of adolescents who blared loud reggaeton song through one of their cellphones and they had two show girls prancing around dancing to the music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I as always, never fail to be amused by those antics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy rainy sunday love. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-65652840660596592?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/65652840660596592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/65652840660596592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-august-19th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rsf7UFKYN8I/AAAAAAAABFk/6TbOS8B2mTI/s72-c/DSC00421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2008744256615364479</id><published>2007-08-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:42.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 17th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Arctic monkeys- Leave before the lights come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love syima! =) Ok of course I love charm, but today I love syima specifically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really live up to her blurcock name because the first time she called me today, she said, "ey, I'm lost. I'm at aljunied." =D I cannot help but smiled, actually kan, I laughed at her. Hehehe. And you have such a sweet voice, I'm jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird, but all my girl friends have sweet girlish voice, but mine sounds so bapok and garau. Eeek, I cringed when I heard my recorded voice. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, syima was really sweet because she insisted on fetching me, I would have thought she'd meet me somewhere else since she was lost but no, she still insisted on fetching me and for that I'm really grateful. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks love for the mad ride. From the insane drivers who jumped at any oppurtunity to honk at new-babies like you to the telajak-then-go-somewhere else episode to the wrong direction you took at both peninsula and ecp carpark to the hitting of the barrier, to your moment of insomnia with your carkeys. It was memorably (??) lolly. Really from the bottom of my giggling heart. I love every moment spent with you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we had our lunch at sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099698062458631762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXEXlKYNlI/AAAAAAAABCs/1S7iCoRz7TI/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099698251437192802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXEilKYNmI/AAAAAAAABC0/gl68B9GYj9Y/s200/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099698371696277106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXEplKYNnI/AAAAAAAABC8/LlROJMqUqyk/s200/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099698479070459522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXEv1KYNoI/AAAAAAAABDE/gH5PxcU_T1Q/s200/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, actually we went to raffles city first to get our doughnuts but the queue was so horrible that we forego it, but then we saw these colourful cupcakes and decided to buy it for us plus for our boyfriends. :) The cupcakes were sinfully pretty and delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707537156487026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXM_FKYN3I/AAAAAAAABE8/iqcIgZ7DbSA/s200/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099699904999601810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXGC1KYNpI/AAAAAAAABDM/wbxUsi-J9Es/s200/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700265776854706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXGX1KYNrI/AAAAAAAABDc/Z4RCRQe1WjU/s200/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700617964172994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXGsVKYNsI/AAAAAAAABDk/P0frVgQrHo0/s200/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099700802647766738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXG3FKYNtI/AAAAAAAABDs/sqsF3ch6VRo/s200/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syima, razif suke sangat dengan cupcakes tu. He said, lain kali if you lost your way, meh abang directory tolong. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plan to drop by minds cafe was also cancelled because... hahahah, syima la. Syima you know I know la eh? o_O So, we proceeded to ecp as an alternative. Had our berried treasure and pure choc while sitting by the beach, watching not-so-hot army boys jogging, giggling about the past where we saw each other at tampines but was too malu-malu sepoi (coined by miss syima kite) to start a conversation. =P Syima, I feel like boxing you because you are so cute can? How can you combined malu-malu kucing and angin sepoi-sepoi together? Hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703113340172002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXI9lKYNuI/AAAAAAAABD0/-QdAU1LSAuw/s200/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703246484158194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXJFVKYNvI/AAAAAAAABD8/xYqobiGxqEo/s200/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099704230031669042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXJ-lKYNzI/AAAAAAAABEc/4cZsAG4omqY/s200/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it started to rain and we headed back to starbucks itself. And this is the part where miss syima kite...(she's going to kill me if she sees these!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703633031214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXJb1KYNwI/AAAAAAAABEE/2LErDEGR-FQ/s200/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099703912204089106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXJsFKYNxI/AAAAAAAABEM/rO9ppYUGqUg/s200/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099704058232977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXJ0lKYNyI/AAAAAAAABEU/bbxYeQGJPOw/s200/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tengok tu, muke ada sunyum... Miss syima kite went to her laland. Yes in that kecik-super-tak-comfortable brown chair for a good 30 minutes! So I ended up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706162766952258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXLvFKYN0I/AAAAAAAABEk/ycC4HfLiNf0/s200/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706347450546002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXL51KYN1I/AAAAAAAABEs/WbSJ0qKlJf0/s200/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099706497774401378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXMClKYN2I/AAAAAAAABE0/MFvU7-C8OnI/s200/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....entertaining myself to the maximum. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099707773379688322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXNM1KYN4I/AAAAAAAABFE/vOI3bpLUcuY/s200/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm really glad I've found a friend in you. You are so easy-going and warm and lovely and I feel at ease around you. My stutter was also kept at a minimum, surprisingly. Hehe. Hope to meet you soon. This time with or without coupons or parking lots, we are still going to minds cafe with our doughnuts in tow. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a pretty friday and I reckon my remaining weekends with charm would be lovely too. Sleep sweet. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2008744256615364479?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2008744256615364479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2008744256615364479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-august-17th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsXEXlKYNlI/AAAAAAAABCs/1S7iCoRz7TI/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1196304449356967034</id><published>2007-08-15T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:53:30.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, August 15th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Eisley- I wasn't prepared for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice to be able to talk with someone I've never talk before knowing that the person is near your presence all along. It's weird but I'm glad it has turned into something positive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I don't have the mood to pen down long entries because I realised I have nothing much to say although a lot of things are burning inside me to be let out. Trust me, I'm not going to say it anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my life currently revolves around school, tuition, assignments and preps. Not forgetting charm and family. Oh my time really flies, it's already the 15th. Another day before charm and I turned 73months. (if my calculatin is not wrong la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have another corny text message with charm, but I shan't reveal it here because someone might just come up to me and smack my face. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day love! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1196304449356967034?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1196304449356967034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1196304449356967034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-august-15th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1986943263937110398</id><published>2007-08-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:26:12.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, August 14th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Vanessa Carlton- A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tagged by SALWA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weird things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself, only in front of the mirror. (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;2. I dig my bf's nose. (gasp longer)&lt;br /&gt;3. I stutter with someone new.&lt;br /&gt;4. I sleep with my cellphone on my chest. (don't ask me why, pls)&lt;br /&gt;5. I eat the top part of the burger first followed by the rest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Up till today, I still think I'm weird. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 6 victims:&lt;br /&gt;1. maya&lt;br /&gt;2. iana&lt;br /&gt;3. khaily&lt;br /&gt;4. dillot&lt;br /&gt;5. syima&lt;br /&gt;6. aunt nora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. Yes, obviously I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razif you better call me soon, or else I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1986943263937110398?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1986943263937110398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1986943263937110398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-august-14th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1034388614143450499</id><published>2007-08-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, August 13th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Eisley- Golly Sandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a breeze, thank god. Ended early and off to cp to meet my cousin for dinner at macs and dropped by starbucks thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098372109321893874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEOa8zj9_I/AAAAAAAABB8/xYVAwmyMYzw/s200/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098373384927180802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEPlMzj-AI/AAAAAAAABCE/iusig1eHU-c/s200/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098373488006395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEPrMzj-BI/AAAAAAAABCM/FCqA6KIpr_A/s200/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098373578200709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEPwczj-CI/AAAAAAAABCU/FY1ABulVyWk/s200/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098373655510120498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEP08zj-DI/AAAAAAAABCc/kCm2nGKronU/s200/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098373762884302914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEP7Mzj-EI/AAAAAAAABCk/IC6I2dZO_Pk/s200/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a text message between me and my boy few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: hi dear! i just fin my ippt! i'll be seeing you on fri. =)&lt;br /&gt;her: really? that's gd! i can't wait. told you, you could do it. so, that means you're smelly as a fat baby now la??&lt;br /&gt;him: of course! you want to kiss me??&lt;br /&gt;her: eeek no! later i pengsan because you're too smelly!&lt;br /&gt;him: nvm la, then i can take advantage of the sitch.&lt;br /&gt;her: huh??&lt;br /&gt;him: when you pengsan, i can smell your armpit and pengsan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1034388614143450499?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1034388614143450499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1034388614143450499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-august-13th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RsEOa8zj9_I/AAAAAAAABB8/xYVAwmyMYzw/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6133141116158840127</id><published>2007-08-12T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, August 12th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Air- Bintang di langit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weird. It's scorching hot outside but I feel so sleepy..! I'm proud to say that I've taken 4 showers as of 10.30am. Cannot tahan. And the music that I'm tuning to is not helping me at all. Kanasai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a blessing or a curse if one were to look young?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much to tell but I just can't. I refuse to do it because I don't want any parties to feel offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let me tell you a thing or two. Have you ever heard of the sentence, be humble? Humility goes a long way, trust me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And trust me when I say I don't know. I really mean it. If I know something I will tell you, I'm not selfish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered something about myself lately. If I know something, say an answer to a particular question, I just know it. I can honestly say that I don't know how to explain it to people, I'll stutter and I'll start to sweat. Honestly, I will always have this mentality that I will teach you wrongly or you will get wrong ultimately, so I worry for you. I don't know how I did it even though the answer will be right in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm weird, I can't help it either because it's innate in me. I don't have a penchant for complaints or emotional rantings but I think I just did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.. I'll shut down when I realised people speak highly of themselves. It irks me that much till I'll choose selective listening and when that person realised that I'm not paying any attention to him/her, he/she will mark me as rude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad when you are being misunderstood all the time. Ok, maybe not ALL the time but most of the time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, seeing this sunshine never fail to brighten up my day. You'll be booking in in a few hours time. I miss you already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097751108590499682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7Zn8zj92I/AAAAAAAABA8/ccNzpV1VZCY/s200/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is, the leftover pictures on national day itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I refused to be critical of teenage girls who &lt;strong&gt;skanked&lt;/strong&gt; their way to the &lt;strong&gt;beat of blues&lt;/strong&gt; during the post-ndp concert held at the esplanade simply because I believe they will grow out of it. But it really amazed me how they look so much like apes jumping around in their boria get-ups. How cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097748518725220146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7XRMzj9zI/AAAAAAAABAk/Dk3HrU2j6hg/s200/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097748832257832770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7Xjczj90I/AAAAAAAABAs/8J53ECcQs2M/s200/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097750460050437970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7ZCMzj91I/AAAAAAAABA0/b49C07ssrcU/s200/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097751890274547570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7aVczj93I/AAAAAAAABBE/BZE4-va_zdo/s200/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097752594649184130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7a-czj94I/AAAAAAAABBM/V8ubSLdXXsQ/s200/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097753402103035826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7btczj97I/AAAAAAAABBc/-SZ4IbDoDrw/s200/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097753908909176770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7cK8zj98I/AAAAAAAABBk/AgyYrT9oVSE/s200/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And today..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097754746427799506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7c7szj99I/AAAAAAAABBs/GJ75wvOjWJA/s200/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097754948291262434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7dHczj9-I/AAAAAAAABB0/RGZTaTreB18/s200/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good evening love.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6133141116158840127?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6133141116158840127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6133141116158840127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunday-august-12th-music-in-motion-air.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rr7Zn8zj92I/AAAAAAAABA8/ccNzpV1VZCY/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4212668067440234052</id><published>2007-08-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:49.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday, August 1oth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Arctic monkeys- Yellow bricks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;National day was just another passing day for me. Nothing special, nothing out of the extraordinaire happened. Went out with charm for a little sweet treat over at amk to satisfy our cravings for donuts and durian pancakes. You should try the durian pancakes, it's highly recommended. Buy 4 get 1 free for only $6. Oh and after one hour, please refrigerate it. EEE, I sound like the nyonya working at the counter. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097088219043067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx-uszj9pI/AAAAAAAAA_U/FsG6lxLqsOk/s200/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097088369366922914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx-3czj9qI/AAAAAAAAA_c/vsqvGBj2NDI/s200/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097088515395810994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx-_8zj9rI/AAAAAAAAA_k/SNlww7dRSMQ/s200/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097088661424699074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx_Iczj9sI/AAAAAAAAA_s/kPCKxOFLp9A/s200/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwhich we decided to give punggol park a visit. It's been ages since we last went there because usually, we'll just pass it off as another park where people go for jogs or blading, but much to our surprise, we found.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097087214020720242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx90Mzj9nI/AAAAAAAAA_E/lHM73iHw2MY/s200/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097087398704313986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx9-8zj9oI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UKVOpo446zA/s200/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097089017906984658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx_dMzj9tI/AAAAAAAAA_0/eBO1yhmx7Mg/s200/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course the boyfriend and I became another set of jakun people oohing and aahing at the fun sport. And yes, the boats were being controlled by apeks who has just retired or enthusiasts alike.Whatever that means. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, we were just happy to be pulling off loads of craps or munching our donuts. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097091066606384898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RryBUczj9wI/AAAAAAAABAM/5yeZNp1W5lE/s200/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097090765958674146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RryBC8zj9uI/AAAAAAAAA_8/cte7bBeDfD8/s200/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097090929167431410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RryBMczj9vI/AAAAAAAABAE/BWTvuR_Uk_k/s200/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made our way home after to catch ndp live on tv and then went out again to catch the fireworks. We took a stroll over at one fullerton and the place was so dirty. (ahh finally a normalcy hahaha), watched an after concert located next to esplanade, got honked by crazy drivers and no-brainer riders who think that they are the king of the road, had dinner over at suntec but then I shall leave it for the next post, all right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now, I need my bath. The weather is not being friendly these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleep sweet all. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s: Have I told you I love you tonight? Probably not.. So honey.. I love you, the most. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097093781025716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RryDyczj9yI/AAAAAAAABAc/_SAYwjXEudQ/s200/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097093596342122258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RryDnszj9xI/AAAAAAAABAU/l6Bj5JTlT7Y/s200/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4212668067440234052?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4212668067440234052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4212668067440234052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-august-1oth-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrx-uszj9pI/AAAAAAAAA_U/FsG6lxLqsOk/s72-c/DSC00286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6955491829220914446</id><published>2007-08-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, August 7th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Cold War Kids- We used to vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 26. Number 26 is my new hero! Number 26 did well today. =) Number 26 is happy and I as a number 26 sidekick is happy too. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope number 74 or was it number 76 did well too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to take number 26's photo but tsk, the place was a little too crowded so too bad for me. I should have just stand up and snap it right in front of number 26. Hahha, macam real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow you will be coming home. I can't wait for tomorrow, and thursday and friday, saturday and sunday too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095946861548926562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrhwq8zj9mI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jE2gqoHCrgg/s200/zbaby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6955491829220914446?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6955491829220914446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6955491829220914446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/tuesday-august-7th-music-in-motion-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rrhwq8zj9mI/AAAAAAAAA-8/jE2gqoHCrgg/s72-c/zbaby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1209435805031188425</id><published>2007-08-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:53.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, August 6th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Sixpence none the richer- Kiss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am supposed to be sleeping at this point of time but my eyes can't seem to shut it. I am tired, I am drained and I really-really want to snooze for a long time but my eyes won't let me. The cerite hantu that were told by my girlfriends' boyfriends didn't help either. Sixpence none the richer is not much of a help anyway. Na-ah. My eyes simply refused to close. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So hello blogosphere. I might as well update on what I did with my girlfriends plus their boyfriends today. (correct I was the tiang lampu or lamp-post for the day, hooray) =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my lovely gfs over at CP starbucks few hours ago as they were sweet enough to drop by my area. So, we had our usual dose of stories and too much laughters plus table-banging and some drama-mama incidents exchanged between us. We had guiltless mango cheesecake (fyi,i didn't make that name up), chocolate eclair and mango passionfruit (which was so sour, good sour actually) as well. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095626126276162930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdM9szj9XI/AAAAAAAAA9E/MMEXSqE0kIw/s200/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095626392564135298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdNNMzj9YI/AAAAAAAAA9M/j9fqMGbWut0/s200/DSC00243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095626628787336594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdNa8zj9ZI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-3aJommCxv8/s200/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095634570181867074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdUpMzj9kI/AAAAAAAAA-s/45jgwLq9YXk/s200/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My two favourite drama-mamas. I love you two to bits la. You both never fail to put a smile on my face and I thank Allah for giving me the two of of you. Honest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095627925867460002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdOmczj9aI/AAAAAAAAA9c/TuKiZKbhSno/s200/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had our dinner over at jalan kayu. Thank you guys for forcing me to go because I was totally the odd one out without razif by my side. I'm glad I joined all of you. Special thanks to dila for the treat and another special thanks to fir for driving like a maniac. Eurgh. P.s: Dila, it's amazing how you can survive in that car. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095628948069676466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdPh8zj9bI/AAAAAAAAA9k/aELrXUkXdxQ/s200/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095629347501635010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdP5Mzj9cI/AAAAAAAAA9s/PCDw6icPnss/s200/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095629476350653906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdQAszj9dI/AAAAAAAAA90/KOSvwvTHKTg/s200/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you I was the odd one out. I miss my boyfriend. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we made our way to seletar dam after our dinner. It was good to be there on a monday because the place was serene and quiet, compared to weekends where the place will be transformed into a mini funfair for all the bikes and cars alike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095630962409338338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdRXMzj9eI/AAAAAAAAA98/hiTSqDslrDA/s200/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095631190042605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdRkczj9fI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2T4RgWgUeAw/s200/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095631477805413890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdR1Mzj9gI/AAAAAAAAA-M/A386JvCwOw4/s200/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And soon evening came, and that was the part where all the bull happened. From nipple-pinching to hair-plucking, to a burn-up thing (whatever that was), to mushy-mushy moments by the two couple (I seriously wished that my bf could appear at that point of time) and of course to the cerite hantu. Eeekk. I enjoyed myself so much that my urine found its way back up my bladder. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095633964591478290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdUF8zj9hI/AAAAAAAAA-U/TzHVRb7ev-I/s200/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095634127800235554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdUPczj9iI/AAAAAAAAA-c/5BYMy7RyDjI/s200/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095634389793240626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdUeszj9jI/AAAAAAAAA-k/BIxw9ui_Q4c/s200/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you diani, idham, dila and fir for making my day a lolly one and thank you for being so warm and fun. My monday has just passed a little less painful without the boyfriend here with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each and every one of you has a special place in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there you have it, the effect of staring in front of the screen when it is way past your sleeping hour. The result- a sappy story. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good night. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1209435805031188425?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1209435805031188425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1209435805031188425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-august-6th-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrdM9szj9XI/AAAAAAAAA9E/MMEXSqE0kIw/s72-c/DSC00242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8963989157157631812</id><published>2007-08-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:53.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, August 6th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Jewel- Foolish Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095256905117594978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrX9KMzj9WI/AAAAAAAAA88/HrHiuwVCzm0/s200/44554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is going to be a happy week for me because.. you know why? Because I will be seeing charm from tuesday till sunday straight. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see he has his tp test on tuesday and I'm going to drop by ssdc to give him some moral support, heh. And he's booking out on wednesday in view of the nation's birthday and will be booking in again only on sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, finally a nice gesture by the government. One point for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's national day to look forward to, abg elfie's chalet to look forward to but most importantly, there's the excitement of seeing charm's face to look forward to. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to admit that my life hasn't been that smooth-sailing because in actual fact, charm and I have just recovered from a very-very rough patch. Very I tell you. So my heart's a bit sore although I'm glad to say that we managed to pull it through yet another down part of our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about a movie-marathon this weekend, love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have something to declare, I hate people who are so full of themselves. Take a good look at yourself moron. Learn from the tortoise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8963989157157631812?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8963989157157631812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8963989157157631812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/monday-august-6th-music-in-motion-jewel.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RrX9KMzj9WI/AAAAAAAAA88/HrHiuwVCzm0/s72-c/44554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1326576720084729312</id><published>2007-08-02T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:49:15.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, July 2nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: The Klaxons- Golden skans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost my trusted black jeans. I want to wear it but it's gone, amazingly. My wardrobe is turning into a mini bermuda triangle. No, seriously I'm not kidding. Things somehow get lost inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok pelik tapi benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor afiq. (razif's 3rd brother) His billabong slippers have been stolen by this anonymous person. The smart idiot exchanged afiq's BILLABONG slippers with his BALIBONG  pair. Such a smart idiot. I can't help laughing and laughing when I saw the word balibong. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth am I reading up on singapore petroleum company and singapore press holdings when I can do other better things?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what?! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning sweet thing. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1326576720084729312?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1326576720084729312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1326576720084729312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/thursday-july-2nd-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3775492240351494550</id><published>2007-08-01T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:54.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, August 1st&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Mocca- On a night like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when I miss my botak hero too much. I'll get all high and emotional and I'll start to cry and laugh all at the same time. Shit, I need my drug. Now please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093562574879061282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq_4LMzj9SI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vIjw8bzOcBM/s200/067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563094570104114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq_4pczj9TI/AAAAAAAAA8k/8SKhmeG0AEo/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563575606441282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq_5Fczj9UI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kfhY2gdvFUc/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093564026578007378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq_5fszj9VI/AAAAAAAAA80/6YA1a0a_6VU/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised he's looking at me in all the pictures. Sigh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok before I furthur bore you people with my sappy sob stories, I think I better go now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good morning! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3775492240351494550?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3775492240351494550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3775492240351494550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/08/wednesday-august-1st-music-in-motion.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq_4LMzj9SI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vIjw8bzOcBM/s72-c/067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6590301162501728068</id><published>2007-07-30T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, July 30th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: More to life- Stacie Orrico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply love her voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently I'm reading a book by terry goodkind, it's an interesting story but it's written in such graphic terms that I have trouble keeping my puke down. Bleurgh. Usually I won't have any problems reading it while I'm in the train or in the bus but this particular book is giving me a headache and it's bugging me because the storyline is soooo good and I want to finish it off quickly because I want to know whether richard will be reunited with kahlan. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends were spent with my love. Watched alone on saturday and had dinner at swensens. The fondue was so-so. Anyway, if you want a good scare, I recommend you watch alone, preferably alone. I was closing my left ear, clutching my heart, closing my right ear on razif's chest and looking down at my lap the whole time alone was on air. I tell you I am one hell of a scaredy cat to the point that I have to clutch my heart just so that I won't faint or worse die of a heart attack. Choy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha and you know what? We went public on sunday. It was especially nice because we took a bus downtown and we simply walked and walked and we went to every corner, even to the library hand-in-hand. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092953144789562626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq3N5szj9QI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XqqKQvPzpRE/s200/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Do you remember five years ago you used to drag me to this library?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: =) Yeap why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Nothing, the memory just came through my mind. This place has changed so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Ohhhkay why are you so emotional sayang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Nothing la. (and he smiled and squeezed my hand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I find it weird if charm were to act all melancholic and somber because he used to be this free-spirited and outgoing guy and it has always been him who does the comforting and things like that, but now that the tables have turned, I have nuts idea on how I have to go about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence- Ns has obviously changed my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la whatever la kan.. Anyway,I bought these pretty-pretty bookmarks for my storybook. So sweet and I gave one to charm (I have no idea for what) and another one to my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092954042437727506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq3Ot8zj9RI/AAAAAAAAA8U/O_xxsry33Qs/s200/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really glad that presentation is over and done with. I was such a nervous wreck you wouldn't want to know. Eeek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I'm dead beat and I need to hear charm's voice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So.. good night sweet love. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6590301162501728068?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6590301162501728068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6590301162501728068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-july-30th-music-in-motion-more.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rq3N5szj9QI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XqqKQvPzpRE/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3828058840198722360</id><published>2007-07-27T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:33:16.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, July 27th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music in motion: Pink Floyd- House of the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sentence: Adolescents are FULL of drama, but then again they are in the stage of growing up. Who can blame them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, it's either you voice it out or just walk away. As simple as that. You don't have to be stress out because of an inimisical problem. Divert your attention elsewhere. I got your back honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Hurrah hurrah! Charm's coming back today, I am totally stoked. Eeek why do I sound like an anxious teeny-booper? But heck, I am truly excited. He's fetching me from my tutee's place later. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend love! I will, for sure. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3828058840198722360?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3828058840198722360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3828058840198722360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-july-27th-music-in-motion-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3670394006248384134</id><published>2007-07-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:56.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, July 24th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Allah, please look after razif for me, keep him safe, keep him warm and hopefully he recovers just in time for his ippt test tomorrow because I DESPERATELY need him to come back. Thank you, I love you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090783675203974386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYYx8zj9PI/AAAAAAAAA8E/AC6NU-qdbkQ/s200/Honey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a busy bee these past few days, few weeks I think. Can't seem to find the starting point to blog about but nevermind I shall think. (just a bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, there was the ndp preview. Very lazy to describe the details, you know the drills right? Performances after performances then there was the fireworks, so I shall spare you the crap and just present you with the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090775497586242674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYRV8zj9HI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GV0_dDjGZ28/s200/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090775759579247746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYRlMzj9II/AAAAAAAAA7M/djY_yO1iBqQ/s200/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090775944262841490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYRv8zj9JI/AAAAAAAAA7U/82T4TUbIHGU/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090776137536369826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYR7Mzj9KI/AAAAAAAAA7c/1m-lZgvlTVw/s200/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wasn't anything great or wow about the preview, but it was the company and time spent with my botak hero that made it all worthwhile. God, I love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090777387371852978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYTD8zj9LI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ktI-19QeOaM/s200/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To our dismay, esplanade was full of irritants, bloody annoying ones especially and we couldn't wait to get out from that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, by the way charm was grinning from ear to ear (bedek) when he received 2/3 of his anniversary gift. He adores the g-shock. =) I on the other hand, couldn't be more happier seeing his smiling face. It was so infectious and it turned me on too, ahahah. Ok too much details here. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's a mad rush as the deadlines are here and gasp! there's the presentation to worry about. (you know how much I hate to talk in public, it just give me the jitters!) Heck, I don't want to talk about it. It's just depressing and I've been seeing my group members most of the days from morning till late evening and continuing the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090782038821434562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYXSszj9MI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xqEKYffF_ak/s200/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090782223505028306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYXdczj9NI/AAAAAAAAA70/qZrGGhskXLA/s200/Grp+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok because having them around actually eases some of the pain away. =) Whatever pain that I'm feeling la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I realised I'm starting to jabber about nonsensical stuffs. I guess all those projects and assignmnents and tuitions are finally taking a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090782399598687458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYXnszj9OI/AAAAAAAAA78/Ozr-gG2-MnQ/s200/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My body and mind is in need of the much awaited rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night sweet thing. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3670394006248384134?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3670394006248384134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3670394006248384134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesday-july-24th-dear-allah-please.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqYYx8zj9PI/AAAAAAAAA8E/AC6NU-qdbkQ/s72-c/Honey3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6710935236189982825</id><published>2007-07-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:56.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, July 22nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music in motion: Uffie- Pop the Glock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need funky and vibrant music that could make the blues go away or my tears to go away for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But try as I might, I just can't make these tears to stop. I'm such a sucker. Bleurgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday friday plase come quick. I need my hero here with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I know LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is because of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And awak, I cannot believe that you showed your ns mates the scrapbook I made for you. Dearest love, you should have just scrap the idea. But, I'm really glad you like it although it was embarassing to hear you mates went.. "eh, your girlfriend is really sweet ey?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090057288860038242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqOEIszj9GI/AAAAAAAAA68/yefjEV3Lf-Q/s200/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I'll be all right after all, just for tonight. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6710935236189982825?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6710935236189982825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6710935236189982825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-july-22nd-music-in-motion-uffie.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RqOEIszj9GI/AAAAAAAAA68/yefjEV3Lf-Q/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-551027258044204897</id><published>2007-07-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:56.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, July 19th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943750167795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp-PYN6yGEI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Etyk2G6Rey0/s200/zzdilain.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today mainly because I think communication is not my cup of tea. Surprisingly, I had fun learning stats. Hah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called dillah for our photo-taking session and we snapped, snapped, snapped and away. Dillah is very deceiving. She's small but she can eat tons of food. She looks quiet but she's really crazy especially in front of the camera. But she's a sweetheart and she looks real good in front of the lens. Ok dill, jangan kembang eh. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mypollyjane will be updated soon, so do keep a look-out ok? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here's a little sneak peek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943827477207122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp-Pct6yGFI/AAAAAAAAA60/u6_z5Jgfopg/s200/zzzzzzzzzzz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a totally different note.. I'm just waiting for the right moment before I burst for another crying session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm told me that he cannot book out tomorrow because he and alot more others are being confined till saturday 6pm. All our initial plans had to be cancelled. Ns is being such a total bitch. Why why why? I mean come on, you want to confine them for another day? For what? It's just one day, please just let them off ok, they'll book in back on sunday what. TSK. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing sayang's voice so dejected broke my heart. If only I could give him a hug and tell him that it's going to be all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishful thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my accounts. Eeek I have project discussion again tomorrow. I'm so sick already. Puik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-551027258044204897?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/551027258044204897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/551027258044204897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-july-19th-i-skipped-school.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp-PYN6yGEI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Etyk2G6Rey0/s72-c/zzdilain.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2828820955329382447</id><published>2007-07-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:12:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, July 18th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My birthday has been a big big blast.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never expected anything from my birthday considering the fact that my precious gift will not be able to celebrate my big day with me. But.. I thank God for bringing me beautiful and warm people for they are the ones who have made my special day a memorable one- one that is less painful because charm is somewhere in camp. Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never thank all the lovely people enough. There's just so many to say my thank you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, obviously my precious boyfriend, knowing that he couldn't call me at the stroke of midnight, he left an alarm on his cellphone (which is now with me) to wish me happy birthday. And I teared (again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was abg elfie who wished me second, mun and followed by a birthday treat to seoul garden by my longest childhood girlfriend, faezah. Thank you love for the food and birthday presents. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088540761976346418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4g3N6yFzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bNnWMTYpKUk/s200/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541071213991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4hJN6yF0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/8zP8VsP7O0Y/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541431991244626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4heN6yF1I/AAAAAAAAA40/gVfLlJnTFg8/s200/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088541582315100002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4hm96yF2I/AAAAAAAAA48/vo3qi3bRBa8/s200/an.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A contented me due to the advanced wishes and treats on the 16th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my birthday itself, I had to drag myself to school as there was this last minute project I had to do with my group members. It was a bummer coz I wasn't even spared on my big day. Hah.. as if life revolves solely around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But omg, I was really touched because my sim friends had planned a birthday surprise for me. Me, being the oblivious me didn't even noticed the cake on the table instead I went straight to the laptop eager to start. Ya right. But I was truly touched because it was unexpected at all and I only forged friendship with them for three months. Heartiest thank you to ernest, cheryl, qamar, eunice, kiat, marc, this guy whom I can't recall his name and fera for wishing me on the way to class. Thank you guys for the cake and the birthday song. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088551198746875762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4qWt6yF3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/RUYmejU7Pk8/s200/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the pictures are captured in a video which of course I have finito idea on how to upload it. More like lazy to learn la. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After class met my lovely girlfriends for another treat, this time at fish &amp; co. Alot of laughters, hugs and stories were shared between us and I just love being in their company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088552598906214274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4roN6yF4I/AAAAAAAAA5M/LIejyeDnsm8/s200/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088552719165298578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4rvN6yF5I/AAAAAAAAA5U/ECOg4j4ScKM/s200/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088552856604252066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4r3N6yF6I/AAAAAAAAA5c/THOD5mB1f8U/s200/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088553036992878514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4sBt6yF7I/AAAAAAAAA5k/6c9AfUmPgxA/s200/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088553165841897410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4sJN6yF8I/AAAAAAAAA5s/-r6F2M3SQ7k/s200/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I received many well-wishes on the later part of the day and another cake-cutting session with my family at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088554548821366738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4tZt6yF9I/AAAAAAAAA50/u2TOezLe07I/s200/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088554703440189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4tit6yF-I/AAAAAAAAA58/DO2vlID8V_o/s200/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cake was crazy. It was full of chocolate and I promise you I can just die savouring the cake till the last crumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A big thank you to ibu, ayah, lan, muz, nadia, mama, ayu, auntie, aunt nora, maya, farhana, khai, suhana, abg dikin, cik nana, nini, faisal and everyone else. To whoever that I forget to mention, I'm really sorry, I'm just too dizzy after all that has happened and I'm just taking it in one at a time. It has been great, from the treats, to the presents, to the cakes, to the wishes, but above all, thank you all for just remembering my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I appreciate all of you, precious gems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.s: I'm still waiting patiently for my on last gift. Please come back soon so that I could hold you in my arms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gd night sweet thing. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2828820955329382447?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2828820955329382447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2828820955329382447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-july-18th-my-birthday-has.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rp4g3N6yFzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/bNnWMTYpKUk/s72-c/DSC00051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7516344986838872950</id><published>2007-07-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:00.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Sunday, July 15th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087320450098403106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpnK_t6yFyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/g4KODC7Zxw8/s200/zzzlove.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey were you from bartley?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eeek, no."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok, salah orang."&lt;br /&gt;"Ya memang. Ok bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me that sheepish grin six years ago during our weekly wednesday training.&lt;br /&gt;Still give me the butterflies till today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am wondering where the heck is my baby at this point of time. Because tomorrow will be our six years anniversary together and the following day will be my birthday. And to top it off nicely, I'll be spending it alone with assignments and tuition plans. Wee hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be shifting my room again. I find it therapeautic. Apart from indulging myself with fictional books and scrap book(ing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello gemok, ey salah, hello my gem."&lt;br /&gt;"Hello botak, ey salah, hello hero heheheh."&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm going to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;"You think? Then I think I'll have to think."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ok I want to marry you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, now??"&lt;br /&gt;"That I'll have to think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all get lost once in a while, but regardless, always, we are found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7516344986838872950?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7516344986838872950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7516344986838872950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-july-15th-hey-were-you-from.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpnK_t6yFyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/g4KODC7Zxw8/s72-c/zzzlove.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-15705105732425290</id><published>2007-07-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, July 12th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new rainy day (but miss sunshine is slowly coming out), a new beginning. I feel a tad fresh. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I was sick last night, a little fever, cough and flu but alhamdulillah I'm fine now. It must have been the post-missing-boyfriend syndrome. I'm all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to have tuition with this gorgeous little sister of razif later. I'm going to his house! I want to sit on his chair in his study room. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086143775088187154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpWc0N6yFxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jCLJ4yBuNGU/s200/28-10-05_2328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-15705105732425290?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/15705105732425290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/15705105732425290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-july-12th-new-rainy-day-but.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpWc0N6yFxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/jCLJ4yBuNGU/s72-c/28-10-05_2328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3561947910658027540</id><published>2007-07-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:02.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, July 11th, 2nd post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my little cousin but now looks like I'm the little one, physically. Not trying to be cute there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was simple yet fun. Had our early dinner, shopped for some stationery some hair accesories and I finally printed several of our pics (mine plus charm's). With a scrapbook in tow, some papers, scissors and glue, I think I'm all set for a little project. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I think I'm still in a daze la. I called yana's name so loud in montip thinking it was her, I even shouted oi to this girl but thank god she didn't turned BUT some other people turned to stare at my direction and it finally dawned on me that it wasn't her. That sly yana was already outside montip waiting for me. My god, I was so embarrased beyond words. How could I think that was my cousin when it clearly wasn't? Tsk tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up ain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we spent the rest of the hours over at starbucks to ogle at my newly printed photos. Yana said razif looked different now that his botak. My family calls him mawi. Faezah said he looks wicked. Eeeek I don't like mawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085931302220773810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTbkqzoubI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7giG2ppSGq0/s200/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085931714537634242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTb8qzoucI/AAAAAAAAA3k/xrvdXNRUOeU/s200/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085932595005929938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTcv6zoudI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ksJIR8Rw-Sc/s200/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085935485518920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTfYKzoueI/AAAAAAAAA30/xlebSnJcRe0/s200/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085948095542901234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTq2KzoufI/AAAAAAAAA38/GPDm3IwoSH0/s200/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085949083385379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTrvqzougI/AAAAAAAAA4E/osjM-jyjLUE/s200/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085949422687795730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTsDazouhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/OgUzcFbc6Xc/s200/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, he's my botak hero. The one with the carpet hair which I love to ruffle. Ruffle?? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3561947910658027540?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3561947910658027540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3561947910658027540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-july-11th-2nd-post-met-my.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpTbkqzoubI/AAAAAAAAA3c/7giG2ppSGq0/s72-c/DSC00023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2459469715202648177</id><published>2007-07-11T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, July 11th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipped school today. I just needed the space to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone convesation last night did helped me just a wee bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Him: Tonight I'll be sleeping facing the right side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her: I know, you want me to sleep facing the left side kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Him: Yes baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tears started to flow freely down my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please rain stop the talking for awhile. I need to go out to settle some things. Then you can talk some more ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm texted me this morning. He told me several people fainted while doing the pt or whatever you call it. He told me it wasn't even a full drill. Tell me how can I ever have a peace of mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's ok, at least he made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085813339997081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZlK_Sm8YwA/RpRwSXR4D_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/95XgTaR7MTQ/s200/X-Games.jpg" border="0" /&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/17847428-2459469715202648177?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2459469715202648177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2459469715202648177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-july-11th-skipped-school.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dZlK_Sm8YwA/RpRwSXR4D_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/95XgTaR7MTQ/s72-c/X-Games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4524354428070019110</id><published>2007-07-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, July 1oth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085543913350543506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN7PqzouJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iBErc9JAyII/s200/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day finally arrived when my boy turned into a man. Ok that sounded wrong but you get what I mean, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God seriously I don't know where to start. There's just so much to blog but I can't settle on what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family came and fetched me at 0745hours and proceeded to hta. In the car, charm took my arm and slipped it in his. I wanted to cry right there and then but I couldn't coz I was sitting at the back with his two younger sisters and his mom. His dad and elder brother were there too. He gave me a reassuring squeeze telling me that it'll be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So upon reaching there we were separated but that didn't stopped us from sending messages to each other. All the family members were given a tour around the place and there were some performances too bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085544235473090722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN7iazouKI/AAAAAAAAA1U/x3GCm4GlAQU/s200/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was the ns men pledge of allegiance and charm was somewhere in the crowd. I wanted to cry again at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085544467401324722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN7v6zouLI/AAAAAAAAA1c/xBfII4et-Ng/s200/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085544630610081986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN75azouMI/AAAAAAAAA1k/R_FsAqNqk5Q/s200/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085545420884064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN8nazouQI/AAAAAAAAA2E/YpOkPR8elgM/s200/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was lunch. The food.. what can I say? No comment on that. And the space..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085545678582102306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN82azouSI/AAAAAAAAA2U/TTrBxOQnUl0/s200/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085545566912952594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN8v6zouRI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0kk7pWdSkQk/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085545837495892274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN8_qzouTI/AAAAAAAAA2c/nzAAb-JYRZ4/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more pictures..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085546438791313730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN9iqzouUI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ClxZ7DjIYIc/s200/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085546554755430738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN9pazouVI/AAAAAAAAA2s/hd9vq2jLXIQ/s200/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it was time to say our last goodbye. I teared seeing how razif kissed his parents' hands and hugged his siblings. I think I'm blessed because before he went inside the hall for good, I was the last person he kissed and looked at for the last time before he disappeared behind the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed him again when I was in his family's car and this time I caught mama or was it mama who caught me crying? Aiya, both of us caught each other crying and before we could say anything, both of us were looking outside the window with that silent understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His family sent me to school and guess what happened? I was stuck in the school's toilet, locked inside! I can't believed how stoopid I was but all the time, mama was there accompanying me by sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what she said? "ya allah macam mane boleh ter-lock?? shout loudly for help and bang the cubicle!" I laughed my heart out and lucky me, a kind soul called the cleaner and a couple of security guards were there as well. Hahahaha. The stupid lock which confused me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085547512533137762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN-hKzouWI/AAAAAAAAA20/e1HaZKgHNto/s200/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm just called few minutes ago, and both of us were trying to be strong for each other. He said he wanted to go home but I told him to hang on and be strong and that he will always be in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085547834655684994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN-z6zouYI/AAAAAAAAA3E/jnaO-bNpv0A/s200/Honey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm already bought me my birthday gifts. A bag so that I will always think of him whenever I go and pretty-pretty books for me to read so that the two weeks would whizz past quickly. Thank you sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085547753051306354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN-vKzouXI/AAAAAAAAA28/dUHUKpwV9pA/s200/Bks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what, I just want you to come back quickly into my arms because you'll be the most perfect birthday gift for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085550665039133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpOBYqzouaI/AAAAAAAAA3U/YrtOcFlf_Bk/s200/Honey3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you my botak hero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4524354428070019110?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4524354428070019110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4524354428070019110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesday-july-1oth-day-finally-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RpN7PqzouJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/iBErc9JAyII/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2230915064532186865</id><published>2007-07-08T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:01:56.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, July 7th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant bickerings has been our routine these past few days. Why oh why are we in this state? Can't we just be nice to each other before he goes into camp for two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how a couple show that they love each other? I don't think it should be this way. Na-ah. It's not that I don't love him. I do, with all my heart, but what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being such a crybaby la. Do you know that I've been crying every night for the past few days? Argh! Can somebody just slap my face and tell me to wake up. It's not as if the end of the world is near. (Although I think it is, but! that's a different story altogether.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop it la ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mandarin class was ok plus funny, especially when we were learning all the pronounciation and I can see everyone was pouting their mouth or gritting their teeth just to pronouce correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even lu lao tse can't help laughing at our silly pouty mouths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. =) I know my post is such a cliffhanger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2230915064532186865?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2230915064532186865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2230915064532186865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-july-7th-constant-bickerings.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1800543805120584866</id><published>2007-07-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:06.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, July 6th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition with my p6 student was good. I had thoughts about giving tuition initially but I'm glad I didn't turn it down. He's a boy! Do you know why I sound surprised? I asked the tuition agency last week what was my student's name and he said oh eka, p6 and you're required to teach only english and maths, so I assumed that the student will be a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But last wednesday, I was mildly surprised (thank god) when I realised I'm teaching a boy. Riyan EKA putra. See that explains the confusion and thank god again that he's not at all difficult to handle. Just need that extra push and probing. I think they (eka and his sister which by the way has a three word name too, something-something putri) have indonesian blood because they call their mom bunda. I just love the accent that came out from their mouth la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition with razif's sister, ayu starts next tuesday, more specifically the day when razif you know.. argh I don't want to say it can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been crazy but I'm coping. I just need a little bit more time to rest my body.. and mind for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you already. I miss entwining my toes in yours although we just did that three hours ago, when we were having our light dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084118800252057730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ro5rHKzouII/AAAAAAAAA1E/pVnLq35cb2M/s200/iloveu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want sunday to come because I'll go home with that pang in my heart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1800543805120584866?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1800543805120584866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1800543805120584866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-july-6th-tuition-with-my-p6.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ro5rHKzouII/AAAAAAAAA1E/pVnLq35cb2M/s72-c/iloveu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-864118676235868731</id><published>2007-07-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:06.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, July 5th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, before the clock strikes 12, a birthday shout out to my 3rd brother md muzaiyin who turns 12 today! =) That lucky boy got an adidas watch for his big day and nadia even got an ipod shuffle 3 days back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083763559212038226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ro0oBazouFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JChQL_YOGZI/s200/Picture0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids these days don't know how lucky they are. So spoilt. And I realised I don't have muz's solo picture so.. gambar raya pun jadila. Focus point is muz's picture not all of us. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm when I was 11 or 12, my parents brought me to macdonalds where I had my favourite fillet with that blue styrofoam box, followed by a play- all-you-want session just above macdonalds. They don't have that anymore today. I miss that tall giraffe ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, I've been getting busier and busier each day and.. I've been spending quite alot of my time with charm. It's 1 2 3 4 5 more days before he answers the call of government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083761351598848066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ro0mA6zouEI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Mk_9PgwgRR0/s200/jip2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just talking about him right now is enough to bring tears to my eyes. Oh boy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mad rush is quickly creeping in and I'm just trying take in everything one step at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok this is random but I just want to share something with fellow bloggers especially my muslim friends. All my life I've never really given much thought about jalan baha(r) (the muslim cemetary). I thought it is merely a name of the place for muslims who have passed on until my ustaz told me (and alot more others) this sentence, "kamu nak menempah jalan baha(gia) ataupun jalan baha(ya)?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It struck a chord in my heart and it got me thinking hard..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well probably most of you have known or heard about it but for those who has just realised it, like me, I really think it is something worth pondering about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night loves. =)&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/17847428-864118676235868731?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/864118676235868731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/864118676235868731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-july-5th-first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Ro0oBazouFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/JChQL_YOGZI/s72-c/Picture0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2294052322794616793</id><published>2007-07-04T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:07.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday,July 4th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting dillah aka dillot yesterday was love. Hahah. I really didn't expect her to be that petite. I felt like a fat monster la. She's really pretty and small, ahahahh I subconsciously kept my distance a little bit apart from her coz I don't want to send her flying off somewhere. Ahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083158295240816658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RosBiazouBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/SWwZubCK0hU/s200/Snapped458.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psst sorry ye, I "curik" this picture from your blog. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry babe I really didn't talked much with you, reason being, my ear is still half-deaf and I need just a wee bit more to warm up around you. But! I'm really glad we clicked right away and we can just talked about anything under the sun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny how we started, really. From strangers to bloggers to msn chat mates to finally being friends and now she's even collaborating with me for our mini online business. So that is now ours ok? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many more meetings in the near future and to our friendship yes? The near future could be this sunday for our picture-taking. I wouldn't call it photoshoot la, it sounds too... hmmm professional? Haha ok I'm weird like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm going to have my bath now and get ready for lunch with another pretty face (reads:khaily) at school. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083164338259802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RosHCKzouDI/AAAAAAAAA0c/oZ27FLqey44/s200/khai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day and HAPPY 12TH BIRTHDAY RIZAL ISKANDAR. =D&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/17847428-2294052322794616793?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2294052322794616793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2294052322794616793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesdayjuly-4th-meeting-dillah-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RosBiazouBI/AAAAAAAAA0M/SWwZubCK0hU/s72-c/Snapped458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1647037680557896218</id><published>2007-07-03T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:25:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday July 3rd, 10.18am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept while holding my cellphone tight in my hand waiting for your call or sms. I never want to miss the chance of not being able to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up smiling because the first picture I saw when I hold my cellphone was your charming face looking at me but then I realised I've waited in vain and I've even wasted my tears for you, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1647037680557896218?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1647037680557896218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1647037680557896218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/tuesday-july-3rd-10.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5542571826279679008</id><published>2007-07-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:29:58.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, July 2nd (editted)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind must be really preoccupied coz of the silly mistake I made below. *looks at post* My sister is already 11 years old. Why do I keep thinking she's 9?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from 7pm I took my bath, only now that I realised I've worn my shorts the other way round. What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God will never give us obstacles that we could not handle. There must be a way out on every problems and I believe in that. It's just that sometimes I let it gets to me and no matter how hard I've tried, I realised that I couldn't face all these simply because I'm just a (weak) human-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please tell me that I'm on the right path dear God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5542571826279679008?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5542571826279679008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5542571826279679008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-2nd-july-editted-my-mind-must-be.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3027022221113811445</id><published>2007-07-02T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:07.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, July 2nd&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY ADEK. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082544437040035842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RojTPKzouAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fhuUnbGNDIs/s200/ain+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be there for you whenever you need me. You can count on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm feeling very depressed and really down. Don't ask me why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3027022221113811445?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3027022221113811445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3027022221113811445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/monday-2nd-july-2007-happy-9th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RojTPKzouAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fhuUnbGNDIs/s72-c/ain+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3326011097311395072</id><published>2007-07-01T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T11:57:58.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Untitled Post&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to think of a title coz I'm just here to sum everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't think I would enjoy myself to the syarahan my family and I went yesterday at the site of the sengkang mosque. To my great delight, I enjoyed every moment of it especially the part where the lively ustazah siti nor bayah did the talking. She was just full of energy and she loves pantuns and I love the aura that she brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new sengkang mosque is really grand and pretty. Very futuristic with ponds and all the greens and the name is just perfect.. masjid Al-Mawaddah. It means, love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that ustazah nor bayah told us about our prophet Muhammad s.a.w really brought tears to my eyes and it doesn't help that I was pms-ing. So there I was at one little corner with tears slowly rolling down my cheeks like a sad kitten. Both the stories really touched my heart and for a moment I reflected on what are the good things that I have offered to people and... I can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided that I'm going to start now as of today. I'll try to live as a better person and do good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my new project  is up and I'm glad I've already got buyers who are eyeing on some of my items. Alhamdullilah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit &lt;a href="http://www.mypollyjane.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.mypollyjane.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everythings seems good and I hope it'll stay this way. Tuition assignments starting soon and I'm really sorry I can't take any more assignments. I'll be jam-packed with classes, tuitions, mandarin lessons and my mini online shop till saturday. Oh boy, I hope I could do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I've bought Charm's anniversary gift already. =D It's a G-shock. Next time I don't want to go shopping with maz coz I'll end up over-spending hahahah. The plan was to just  get charm's gift and go home but we ended up buying tops from num and stuffs. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, do get well soon ok? I am glad that it was nothing serious but then again everytime you told me you had an accident be it minor, or not so minor it will somehow send chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good sunday people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3326011097311395072?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3326011097311395072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3326011097311395072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/07/untitled-post-im-lazy-to-think-of-title.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8092504303581612237</id><published>2007-06-30T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:11:33.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday Date&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date with Charm was pretty simple yesterday but it doesn't matter coz it's the company that counts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched transformers over at suntec and the movie was... AWESOME. The timing was good too coz the movie was aired every 30 minutes something like that. Nevermind that the story took 2 hours and 20 minutes. I wish it could go on for 3 hours! I mean transformers were my childhood heroes ok? And I actually cried when bumbled bee was held captive. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should just go and watch it la. Thanks amalina for the tip. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich we had dinner of burgers and cheese sticks! It has been so long since I had them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to get that watch for charm today before the gst kicks in. He told me he fancies this particular watch and I'm going to get him just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready and meet maz already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8092504303581612237?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8092504303581612237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8092504303581612237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-date-date-with-charm-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2060967445875402864</id><published>2007-06-27T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:07.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Counting down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm counting down to so many things. Some of which I'm looking forward to while some of which I'm NOT looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) New project. Hahaha. (this week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Tuition with razif's sister, ayu. (this week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Mandarin classes. (30th June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Gst credits. Yahoo! (1st July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) That same building I have to face everyday. Eurgh. (2nd July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Razif's enlistment into spf. ='( (10th July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Our 6th year anniversary! =) (16th July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) My birthday. (17th July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Razif's book out. (20th July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Double celebration. (21st July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ey so many la and the list goes on and on endlessly. Ceh bedek. Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went for lunch at swensens yesterday. It was my way of thanking charm for treating me on saturday. From the lame movie to the dinner and everything else. A day out with you is always lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you've enjoyed the fish and chips and waffle ice-cream just like how I've enjoyed my chicken baked rice although the iced cappucino and the ice blended something was a mistake. Yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080612865692973026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoH2e6zot-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/HGge0EAPwvs/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080613016016828402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoH2nqzot_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/YSgmNXc1dp8/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more time, can? =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you.&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/17847428-2060967445875402864?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2060967445875402864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2060967445875402864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/counting-down-im-counting-down-to-so.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoH2e6zot-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/HGge0EAPwvs/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7851349271792317290</id><published>2007-06-26T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:09.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Simply Weird&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this very bizarre-creepy dream/nightmare this morning. Before I woke up for my subuh prayers. There were these massive blocks falling (you know the big blocks construction workers used to build buildings?) down everywhere in some rural areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I saw everything from afar and magically, I was separated from all the dangers and I was so helpless. I kept praying and praying that there will be nobody there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! to my dismay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this man who was knocked unconscious ( he was still alive, I just knew it) and he was falling and falling down the steep hill with all those raining blocks and I thought the nightmare would end there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! omg he fell head first into this sharp metal pole (I leave the rest to your imagination, it was too graphic) and I swear he died instanteneously, right in front of my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok and obviously, I woke up with tears in my eyes. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway on a happier note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Online shopping has ripped off most of my money. I can't wait for that skinnies, that dress and that flats to arrive. =) What about a curler? Ok I'm running mad. Plus I think I'm going to get charm a fossil watch for our 6th year anniversary gift. It's coming real sooooooooonnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why does he have to serve ns first? Why cannot wait till after 16th? or 17th for that matter? Ey wah suke-suke aje eh. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie date with charm was a disappointment yesterday. DO NOT watch death proof. It stinks like my boyfriend's smelly socks. I give it 1 popcorn out of 5. No, make it 1 popcorn seed, you know the irritating seed in popcorns? Ok I'm digressing here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god the dinner compensated for the pathetic-ending movie. I had nasi pattaya and charm got himself nasi ayam penyet with the very hot belacan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080212865631934946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoCKr2dcWeI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Qfun2RF-Lg4/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080214124057352690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoCL1GdcWfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hp_nc6KdRTw/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080214467654736386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoCMJGdcWgI/AAAAAAAAAzk/w21pFJNkkZA/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very lovely kiss and a warm hug completed the night. Pure bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080215270813620754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoCM32dcWhI/AAAAAAAAAzs/VkcTQciUzqY/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7851349271792317290?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7851349271792317290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7851349271792317290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/simply-weird-i-had-this-very-bizarre.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RoCKr2dcWeI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Qfun2RF-Lg4/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1931204255514232080</id><published>2007-06-24T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:10.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rainbow love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079513395848042866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4OhWdcWXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/va4mfc1hnnA/s200/rainbow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date with charm was a rave yesterday although there were some minor hiccups. All's good, all's good. Went to walk all over vivo just to find a suitable place to have our early dinner and finally guess where we settled in to eat? The chicken rice shop! Haha, initially we wanted carl's junior but we passed it off cause the place was crowded. Next, was secret recipe but we passed it off again cause boyfriend said the food doesn't looked filling enough. So tcrs it was. We ate this set specially for two but the meal, I thought was perfect for four. There were just so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our dinner proved to be an arduous task. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into mun and her girfriend after dinner as well. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doughnuts were simply out of reach due to the neverending queue... =( When can I ever get my paws on them??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charm bought me a lovely green top which I adore truckloads. Thank you. Umm I know I've been a bitch lately , throwing unnecessary tantrums and sulking like a spoilt brat. I'm just deprived of your warmth and love la but.. thank you for always trying to meet my demands and showing me unconditional love.. I appreciate that. I love you! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok forget the paragraph above. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went some place quiet enough for some quality time together.. More like some goon time together. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079524017302165890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4YLmdcWYI/AAAAAAAAAyk/RnpM2JUaYZI/s200/stripe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079524189100857746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4YVmdcWZI/AAAAAAAAAys/AZFfMQKOrNQ/s200/aiyin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pardon me while I gush like a mindless teeny booper.. Omg!! You're so good-looking! I love you! Will you marry me?? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079524614302620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4YuWdcWaI/AAAAAAAAAy0/K2NAVrAW7cM/s200/stripe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charm really felt at home till he took off his shoes. I don't know for what. And I hate those eeeky socks, the one which shows all your toes. Eeee like creepy crawlies. Ok I'm weird like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079525314382289330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4ZXGdcWbI/AAAAAAAAAy8/yS1IBykSZow/s200/foot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the important thing was we got to spend precious time together and that's all that matters. Charm said something which really touched my heart last night. Insya allah after your ns ok?? (counts like an excited girl)I know this sounds cliche but.. my heart's already sealed with your name on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079526512678164930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4ac2dcWcI/AAAAAAAAAzE/RsGvK3TdfZY/s200/weareone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079526611462412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4aimdcWdI/AAAAAAAAAzM/MySxJwSI50k/s200/weareone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just you and love..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great day. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1931204255514232080?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1931204255514232080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1931204255514232080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/rainbow-love-date-with-charm-was-rave.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rn4OhWdcWXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/va4mfc1hnnA/s72-c/rainbow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7776187987883639159</id><published>2007-06-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:11.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rns65mdcWUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IS7su7ZIPyg/s400/f3e796c8e2718e5d3799b21b1d1b27505e6088e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny. Go on laugh all you want cause I find it funny myself. I?? look like this japanese girl?? I don't see any resemblance at all. And claire danes all? What?? Hahahaha. Try it. You'll have a good hearty laugh. Well I did. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm trying for charm's face as well. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage"&gt;My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com&lt;/a&gt;. Get one for yourself.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RntBwmdcWVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/x67jeRaaikk/s400/7f119d1abef4a79ae36bf0c01264b077ecb7c101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm back.. here's charm's look-alikes. Weird and definetely funny and he has this uncanny resemblance of julie andrews. (???!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7776187987883639159?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7776187987883639159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7776187987883639159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-celebrity-look-alikes.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rns65mdcWUI/AAAAAAAAAyE/IS7su7ZIPyg/s72-c/f3e796c8e2718e5d3799b21b1d1b27505e6088e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4969008549151753693</id><published>2007-06-20T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:11.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy for him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078174555757631794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnlM2mdcWTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/HZyhRj-YJs4/s200/Moi33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok the argument is settled. Hahaha. It ended just when it's about to start. Hmm maybe because something has diverted charm's attention from our argument, which is good. And I know about that something. Wah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One sentence- whoever is rawie's family or girlfriend or whoever close to him is very-very and I really mean very lucky. Take razif, he got something worth $4k from rawie. Or take baba, he got something worth a whole lot more than $4k as a father's day gift. Alhamdullilah rezeki Allah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy for all of them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my grandma has come back safely from her umrah trip last monday.. alhamdullilah. I sure miss her when she was away. She's my favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078174379663972626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnlMsWdcWRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Mdi9fFGyvb8/s200/Mon22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And pardon me for being jakun but I adore this telephone booth at the airport. It's so psychedelic, I just can't help but to take a picture of it. I swear I've never seen it before. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078174504218024226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnlMzmdcWSI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Bw10dQVHk9w/s200/Mon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok then got to say good night now. Meeting charm for breakfast tomorrow. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4969008549151753693?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4969008549151753693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4969008549151753693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-for-him-ok-argument-is-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnlM2mdcWTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/HZyhRj-YJs4/s72-c/Moi33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-29249044772625811</id><published>2007-06-20T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:12.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;That dreaded feeling at the pit of my stomach&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes.. The tiff with The boyfriend. Here we go again. Yucks have I ever told you I hate quarelling with him? It leaves me eurgh and bleurgh. You know like you want to gag everything out because you're just so tired of prolonging the argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just keep mum everytime it happens? Can? But cannot. Why? Because you always want me to spit something out from my mouth and when I do, you said, "fine you win". (????!!) Can't you just feel satisfied if I shut it? Why must you always insist that I say something even if I don't want to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this case, silence is the best policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hunny... I love you a whole lot. Sometimes I just don't want to argue because I know how hurtful it could be. Faster-faster call me can? I miss you already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078043129758374146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnjVUmdcWQI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4F4OeOF02V0/s200/zeeeeeep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-29249044772625811?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/29249044772625811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/29249044772625811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/that-dreaded-feeling-at-pit-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnjVUmdcWQI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4F4OeOF02V0/s72-c/zeeeeeep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3020594624987023713</id><published>2007-06-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:12.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Check this out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077731508406212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rne552dcWPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/JLZAc3REOQE/s320/card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Help my girlfriend spread some love ok? And it won't hurt just by checking out her  blog. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3020594624987023713?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3020594624987023713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3020594624987023713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-this-out-help-my-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rne552dcWPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/JLZAc3REOQE/s72-c/card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5796478034543720224</id><published>2007-06-17T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I who loves my loves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the much awaited meeting with my lovely girlfriends- dila and hadiani. It's funny how we are close to one another but never have the time to do a proper meet-up between us. So... seeing them yesterday puts a very big smile on my face. I love them to bits and I thanked the one above for sending me these two angels in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have been there for me through good and bad times. We've teared together, laughed together, did nonsensical things together (remember the jojo sinclair pictures we took in diani's place??) and well, shared our secrets with one another, except probably our innermost deepest darkest secret. Hehehe. We have one another's back since secondary three and reminiscing through those times when we were growing up, I realised my life will never be this colourful without the two of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many-many more years to come to our friendship yes? And dila, I'm guessing we'll hear wedding bells from you first! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan was to go kbox but we cancelled it coz we figured it'll be really lame to just sit and sing our lungs out for hours in that room so, we spent our friday getting messy with our foods at carl's junior and went sight-seeing in sentosa. Hahaha. Carls' junior serving was massive and it never failed to surprise me even until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076964994182829922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUAw2dcV2I/AAAAAAAAAuU/9SOct6nwFJg/s200/Sen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076965062902306674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUA02dcV3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/BAXXCilUCsw/s200/Sen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076965114441914242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUA32dcV4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/xyeeaPlI50s/s200/Sen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076965204636227474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUA9GdcV5I/AAAAAAAAAus/F5FjNYKRP54/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was off to sentosa. I tell you it's been moooonsss since I last when there. The last time I went there was with khai, huda and faeazah for a little swim at palawan. I felt like a damn tourist in my own country. Diani and dila couldn't even get the hang of tapping the card on the entry and exit lane. Hahaha. Don't believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076966510306285474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUCJGdcV6I/AAAAAAAAAu0/gHUyhKJh67g/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076966656335173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUCRmdcV7I/AAAAAAAAAu8/2LMFV7nvfiw/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076966763709355970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUCX2dcV8I/AAAAAAAAAvE/oS44zSTvFjU/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We even took pictures while we were in the monorail. Kalah tourists. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we practically took photos everywhere we went. I wish we could spend the whole day there. Nevermind, next time we'll take the cable car and skyride together ok this time with our respective boyfriends. It'll be merry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076968129508956114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUDnWdcV9I/AAAAAAAAAvM/KNp2c8xINhQ/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076968327077451746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUDy2dcV-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/xcOHe8Juf8Y/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076968511761045490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUD9mdcV_I/AAAAAAAAAvc/-NsA3Y75z6w/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076968644905031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUEFWdcWAI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mF6j-wqztAo/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And more picture-taking..hahahha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076969198955812882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUElmdcWBI/AAAAAAAAAvs/B2YzE0ezYwE/s200/Image018.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076969375049472034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUEv2dcWCI/AAAAAAAAAv0/4z8vooNUJhM/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076969516783392818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUE4GdcWDI/AAAAAAAAAv8/DdziHe96Jys/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076969727236790338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUFEWdcWEI/AAAAAAAAAwE/uVOqC8EMqcY/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076969851790841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUFLmdcWFI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Y-wxDm_-FBc/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970444496328802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUFuGdcWGI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8JWWIWea6t0/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even the night couldn't stop us..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970710784301170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUF9mdcWHI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ZJCWebnaT-s/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076970929827633282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUGKWdcWII/AAAAAAAAAwk/FPR26xo0gOI/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971075856521362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUGS2dcWJI/AAAAAAAAAws/Fdm9JI2c8NA/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971217590442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUGbGdcWKI/AAAAAAAAAw0/gN749JVHEHQ/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went palawan where stories were exchanged between us. From the guangyang days to past crushes to our present boyfriends and to our future aspirations. It was heartwarming plus we had chocolate cookies in- between.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076971999274490034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUHImdcWLI/AAAAAAAAAw8/f8M6g5Gs6gE/s200/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076972110943639762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUHPGdcWNI/AAAAAAAAAxM/ptJ_-XSyQ-U/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076972055109064898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUHL2dcWMI/AAAAAAAAAxE/7XyBm5l9ddM/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to make a move soon. It's true they say time passes by quickly when you're having fun.. So we went home and gave one another a big tight hug in the train. I think I felt my heart tug when we were saying our goodbyes.. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's ok coz we'll be seeing one another soon, insya allah. In the meantime, do keep in touck ok babies? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a totally different note..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A birthday shout-out to rafiq (razif's 3rd brother) who turns 17 today! Lucky boy coz he received a globe cap and shoes from rawie plus a ripcurl top and wallet from razif. He must be smiling from ear to ear now. He deserves it la. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not forgetting to all fathers in the world.. especially to my ayah and baba, Happy fathers day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Psst.. sayang thank you for the little gift. I didn't know I could get one just by helping you choose a birthday present for rafiq. Hehehe. I love it. But I love you more. Promise! Tuesday and saturday.. you're fully booked by me ok??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076975366528850146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUKMmdcWOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/hJcOiW5ycQM/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We turned 5 years 11 months yesterday so.... Happy Anniversary baby. I love you and I know you do too. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5796478034543720224?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5796478034543720224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5796478034543720224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-who-loves-my-loves-finally-much.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnUAw2dcV2I/AAAAAAAAAuU/9SOct6nwFJg/s72-c/Sen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3676595045981938287</id><published>2007-06-15T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:20.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little shopping with the little one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought my sister to cp today, just for fun, just to kill time on a bored friday afternoon. My starbucks partner wasn't free today so I had to make do with nadia. Hmph. Nadia's getting taller by the day. Looks like I'll be bullied in the future or mocked by her for being short. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076238539119417122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJsDmdcVyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/i6piaGGgSr4/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I bought these things today. The bag was for my mom and the slippers was for my sister. The bedsheet.. I adore and it's mine. Nyeheheheh. What?? they were on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076238689443272498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJsMWdcVzI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Bs4EkRao5mc/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured it was the least I could do for my mom coz I realised she sacrificed alot for me especially so my fees in sim. Eurgh. Actually I don't think I could ever repay her. And no, I don't feel guilty at all for spending the money coz my money came from my mom, so basically it's like her paying for the handbag. Shhh. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my new bedsheet la. I love to roll and roll on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076239337983334210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJsyGdcV0I/AAAAAAAAAuE/rN2G0ILRa1Q/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excuse me while I continue with my rolling. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy weekends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3676595045981938287?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3676595045981938287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3676595045981938287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-shopping-with-little-one-i.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJsDmdcVyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/i6piaGGgSr4/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7356610528252950747</id><published>2007-06-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:22.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;She who is grinning from ear to ear, again&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stoked. I'm ecstatic. I'm hyperventilating. I'm bursting with alot of energy. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdulillah. Thank you God for answering my prayers. (even though at times I forget you, but I quickly make up for it!) I passed all. All, with grades I didn't know I could get. Alhamdulilah. I feel like I could jump the whole night. Now I can truly-truly enjoy my holidays. Heheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, meeting up between the five dwarfs today was a filling affair (unfortch, janna and diana couldn't make it). We had pizzas over at lucky. The usual routine of talking a whole load of crap, taking pictures and just catching up with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075924478225831634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnFOa2dcVtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4cAx14M15dg/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075923048001722002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnFNHmdcVpI/AAAAAAAAAss/brgvs8VyguY/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075923228390348450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnFNSGdcVqI/AAAAAAAAAs0/W8fOdmvjrBk/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075923735196489410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnFNvmdcVsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DM8Ig9IBi-8/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075923400189040306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnFNcGdcVrI/AAAAAAAAAs8/2awP6sLMKlc/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love every single one of you la. *hugs* Let's do it again yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And khai-ly, I pray for your safety to and from malaysia ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gawd I don't know what else to say. Actually kan, I'm not much of a talker la, so I don't really like to broadcast much about my life. Ya I know, kind of defeats the purpose of having a blog right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Editted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures which I "curik" from khaily's blog. Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076235313598977762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJpH2dcVuI/AAAAAAAAAtU/myHVLS8L2eA/s200/CIMG3264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076235451037931250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJpP2dcVvI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GzSQjwuAjT8/s200/CIMG3268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076235760275576578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJph2dcVwI/AAAAAAAAAtk/I5ZCPOmGYKc/s200/CIMG3267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076236035153483538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnJpx2dcVxI/AAAAAAAAAts/IY7VVM9mw4g/s200/CIMG3270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7356610528252950747?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7356610528252950747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7356610528252950747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-who-is-grinning-from-ear-to-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnFOa2dcVtI/AAAAAAAAAtM/4cAx14M15dg/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2806076129223627683</id><published>2007-06-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:23.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;He who puts a smile on her face&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075568803394115202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnAK72dcVoI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ol3FtmhZwLY/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't say much. The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;There the big grin on the face.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say he keeps me happy all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075568232163464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnAKamdcVmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VqV2_FzvxeU/s200/pink.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2806076129223627683?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2806076129223627683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2806076129223627683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-who-puts-smile-on-her-face-shant-say.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RnAK72dcVoI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ol3FtmhZwLY/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3031831325892994149</id><published>2007-06-12T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:23.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Under the weather&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075190537034421842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm6y52dcVlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1gyfFuarLhk/s200/umbrella.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right I'm supposed to be sleeping because my eyes are drooping but by left..I can't seem to sleep no thanks to my throbbing ear. Yes, it's starting to throb already. I can hear it go deg deg deg whatever it sounds like. Eeeee I'm freaking out, really-really. And it hurts somewhere below my left ears plus my left wisdom tooth is growing and it hurts too and now the latest addition of my rowdy-erratic illness is, I think I'm having migraine on the left side of my brain. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get some sleep now. Run out of things to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3031831325892994149?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3031831325892994149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3031831325892994149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/under-weather-by-right-im-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm6y52dcVlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/1gyfFuarLhk/s72-c/umbrella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3755875570715318949</id><published>2007-06-11T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:23.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just me and my valentine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the spontaneous lunch, the amos brownie and the loony photo-taking affair at the booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074804672877581890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1T9mdcVkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/GTololL-yKk/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love love love love you love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do it again many-many times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3755875570715318949?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3755875570715318949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3755875570715318949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-me-and-my-valentine-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1T9mdcVkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/GTololL-yKk/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1329935536380343059</id><published>2007-06-10T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:25.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The weekend story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun and enjoyed myself during the weekend. I went etp on friday and saturday straight followed by wild wild wet on sunday. Overnight at my aunt's chalet. Barbecued and stuffs and all that. Now I'm not only super tanned but half-deaf as well. What a great happy ending. Hah.. I'm so screwed. Now I know what it feels like to be deaf or half-deaf for that matter and it's not funny at all. My left ear hurts everytime I want to burp, it's scaring me. Everyone has been telling me not to worry about it but I think otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to see the doctor fast if this problem persist. Shite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway........here's what I did with my lovely nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played at etp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074794888942081394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1LEGdcVXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/yaql31w3AKU/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074795228244497810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1LX2dcVZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/fnoJoErgMGM/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074795442992862626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1LkWdcVaI/AAAAAAAAAq0/uemkN8b78Vc/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad rainbow and revo were under maintenance. Etp always like that one. But seeing dadly, huda, diana, rohaidee, fadzlin and some other ex-fellow colleagues puts a smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ate, duh and had b&amp;j too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074796370705798578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1MaWdcVbI/AAAAAAAAAq8/lLc2xVReN50/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074796495259850178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1MhmdcVcI/AAAAAAAAArE/v4A6DyqdOpE/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074796808792462802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1Mz2dcVdI/AAAAAAAAArM/VZfQUm1aDJ8/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went arcade. (Is that how you spell arcade??) And I had thoughts of joining spellcast (for budak-budak ganyut) when I'm not even sure I could spell the name of the place correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074797878239319522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1NyGdcVeI/AAAAAAAAArU/aixr70gSRTI/s200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074798101577618930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1N_GdcVfI/AAAAAAAAArc/XTsKqgWigag/s200/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played with sparklers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074798376455525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1OPGdcVgI/AAAAAAAAArk/WXQVNEuxu2Y/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074798535369315858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1OYWdcVhI/AAAAAAAAArs/JYHuvgPRB_U/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074798664218334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1Of2dcViI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AFSRecR8NP0/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually kan, it's more of they instead of me. Me just sit one corner and take their pictures and.. it's not that I don't love my nephews, I love them all the same like how I love my nieces, it's just that I prefer to take photos of the girls because the boys will always run or cover their faces at the sight of the camera. Sungguh tak sporting. (do you realise I said so many it's?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sayang came too and we had our fair share of whimsical fun under the full moon and stars complete with starbucks frap (from cheers, the bottle one) and tons of chocolates in tow. That night was loved. =D Aiya, every night is love just by looking at his picture. Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I'm dead beat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1329935536380343059?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1329935536380343059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1329935536380343059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-story-i-had-fun-and-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rm1LEGdcVXI/AAAAAAAAAqc/yaql31w3AKU/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3577357701215047896</id><published>2007-06-08T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:25.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keep twirling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073519983734838626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmjDi2dcVWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/RpcK4DvQ8WM/s200/blue+skirt2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm half-way done. I hope I can sustain on what I'm up to coz I think it'll be a waste if I decided to cease my "project".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuffs- checked.&lt;br /&gt;The people- checked.&lt;br /&gt;The name/add- checked.&lt;br /&gt;The other minor stuffs- pending.&lt;br /&gt;The blog- pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night dvds marathon with the brother and sister were frenzied. Hmmm what did we watched...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp the yard was stomping fine.&lt;br /&gt;40 year old virgin was whacked.&lt;br /&gt;Until death was bloody banged. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;She's the man was simply sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so should I go to etp today with my aunt and her ppg or meet fatila over for starbucks?? I hate making decisions coz I'll just forego both ultimately. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the chalet and bf has been booked by my aunt to be the satay man. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the lolly weekend. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3577357701215047896?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3577357701215047896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3577357701215047896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-twirling-ok-im-half-way-done.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmjDi2dcVWI/AAAAAAAAAqU/RpcK4DvQ8WM/s72-c/blue+skirt2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3470313839304446797</id><published>2007-06-07T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:55:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pondering&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I embark on my project or should I not? I'm abit apprehensive la. My heart tells me I should but my mind says the total opposite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not easy. Help.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3470313839304446797?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3470313839304446797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3470313839304446797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/pondering-should-i-embark-my-project-or.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8655279669639131122</id><published>2007-06-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:28.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time with the loves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was fully spent with my family, both close and extended. It was kind of refreshing. Half of the day with my mom's extended family coz we sent nenek to the airport for her umrah trip. A little emotional but all of us are praying that her trip to the holy land be a safe one. Amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you already grams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936100110816386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmawgWdcVII/AAAAAAAAAok/iBZrY28TEOo/s200/Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936259024606354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmawpmdcVJI/AAAAAAAAAos/X2eY4nseT0M/s200/Y5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936551082382498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rmaw6mdcVKI/AAAAAAAAAo0/yGNULvaqPvc/s200/Y8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we headed down to bedok corner for a little meal, actually not little la, it was quite a spread. Didn't take any pictures coz I was busy eating and tasting my cousin's foods. I had hokkien mee, fried maggi mee (like as if I'm deprived of maggi mee, hah), cheese fries, roti john, nasi ayam/ikan penyet yada yada yada. Yup and I was bloated instantaneously after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072936881794864306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmaxN2dcVLI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IrD4_RWHjcA/s200/Y3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937027823752386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmaxWWdcVMI/AAAAAAAAApE/gcdEbAcefXE/s200/Y2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent both my younger siblings and nenek home after the meal and headed down to giant. There were only ayah, ibu, bro and me. So basically bro and I took anything for our basic needs coz ayah decided to give us his random treat. I tell you, his treat comes once in eonnnnnnns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was coffee after that, but bro and I had iced milo plus half-boiled eggs complete with kaya toast right smack in the afternoon. Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937573284598994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rmax2GdcVNI/AAAAAAAAApM/2MjiuN8GhQU/s200/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072937882522244338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmayIGdcVPI/AAAAAAAAApc/mcLnDFASB1M/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072938050025968898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmayR2dcVQI/AAAAAAAAApk/jg8OzOXAISw/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072938307724006674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rmayg2dcVRI/AAAAAAAAAps/LcjpbZk-Mw8/s200/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072938552537142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmayvGdcVSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/cK1hvsZCd-c/s200/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what siblings resort to when they have nothing to do in the car... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072939583329293618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmazrGdcVTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/XKr6kUmv2G0/s200/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072940304883799362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rma0VGdcVUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/_WHgnML8aGM/s200/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072940627006346578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rma0n2dcVVI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZpeKs-KYX8o/s200/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially bushed. Dvd marathons tonight! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8655279669639131122?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8655279669639131122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8655279669639131122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-with-loves-today-was-fully-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmawgWdcVII/AAAAAAAAAok/iBZrY28TEOo/s72-c/Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2644465869856136483</id><published>2007-06-06T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Late night surprise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more could I ask for in the middle of the night than 4 boxes of chickens plus 2 garlic bread from charm. I'm one happy bugger la grinning from ear to ear, munching those delicious chicken in my room, surfing the net and watching dvds. Nevermind the fact that I've watched the show dozens of times or even if it's crappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072626063601587314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmWWh2dcVHI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OOiB2N5YUQw/s200/05-06-07_2354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awak... THANK YOU. Meh, I give you many-many sloppy kisses. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so that aside, the trip with boyfriend yesterday to vivo and mountfaber park was pretty. I especially love the view atop the hill at mountfaber. It was so breathtaking but pity all the pictures I took were either unclear or plain dark. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072623611175261266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmWUTGdcVFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zGf91IgmTIU/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072623409311798338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmWUHWdcVEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3AR7jPJp1qw/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the company was good. Goofed around and we kept ourselves busy peeking through people's homes, we even saw a man making coffee for himself. Heheheh. It was whacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love promise to bring me to labrador park and mountfaber again, this time during the day. Yes. Actually, he promise to bring me to alot of places- sentosa, underwater world, zoo, night safari, cable car ride, skyride, bla bla bla. Just so you know, I'm holding on to your words ok charm? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh all those chickens are making me sleepy. Bagus ain, esok lusa nampak gaya jadi ms petom la ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nites. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s: Can I be your stalker, charm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072624826651006050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmWVZ2dcVGI/AAAAAAAAAoU/w7KKt5JGCN8/s200/popopopo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2644465869856136483?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2644465869856136483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2644465869856136483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/late-night-surprise-what-more-could-i.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmWWh2dcVHI/AAAAAAAAAoc/OOiB2N5YUQw/s72-c/05-06-07_2354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1050422484136837905</id><published>2007-06-04T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:29.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let's play catching&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many things to catch up on now that the anticipated break is here. Hurrah. I can see the boyfriend everyday. Hehehe ok maybe not everyday la but who knows if we are mad enough. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085147909585042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmOqkaeveJI/AAAAAAAAAns/7h6hptFxV0c/s200/TV_stained_my_memory_by_talks_in_math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have books to read, tv shows that I've missed out, dvds to see, girlfriends meet-ups, maybe find a job?? etc etc. I can't wait to embrace all these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck sayang for today. You can do it, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today, I'm gonna drop by the library to borrow some books while waiting for love to come and pick me up. Then we are heading down to vivo (it's the boyfriend's first trip there haha) maybe indulge in some sweet delicacies and just hang around there, bring him to places. Gahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm in the midst of blogging and freaking myself out watching chermin in youtube. I just need to scare myself out at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random: Boyfriend just called to say that he's shitting now. How romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok back to the howling ghost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s: I'll tell you a ghost story next time ok? Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1050422484136837905?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1050422484136837905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1050422484136837905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-play-catching-i-have-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmOqkaeveJI/AAAAAAAAAns/7h6hptFxV0c/s72-c/TV_stained_my_memory_by_talks_in_math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3739167644279965047</id><published>2007-06-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:16:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stumped&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is wrong with blogger?? Where's my posts?? Gone? Or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my pc or is it the bloody blogger?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3739167644279965047?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3739167644279965047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3739167644279965047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/stumped-what-heck-is-wrong-with-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2643644883625945219</id><published>2007-06-03T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:31.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday looovin' fun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes the date that I've been waiting for. I haven't seen the boy for nearly one week and finally we got to spend quality time with each other. It wasn't that grand or stupendous but it was just lovely because we have each other the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seemed to have grown taller. Or was it me who has shrunked?? Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. love. every. moment. with. you. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the swensens treat and for just being you, Charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071674433071970274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI1Bqevd-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/qeih3Wd_qb8/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071674544741119986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI1IKevd_I/AAAAAAAAAmc/WBrFvRF4kT4/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071674845388830722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI1ZqeveAI/AAAAAAAAAmk/j8901_DI-Ac/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I can eat chicken baked rice every day. Heaven.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071675158921443346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI1r6eveBI/AAAAAAAAAms/McvgrRaqbsc/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071676224073332786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI2p6eveDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/6PdtrZc8SHU/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071675425209415714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI17aeveCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/MsZv1e3Wp1Y/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear pardon me for gushing this... I just love the look of my boyfriend's face. I can't seem to stop taking his pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I asked him a question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071676584850585698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI2-6eveGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/syTbaAPLqns/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071676516131108946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI266eveFI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-feZC_CRnR8/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do you adore me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he said, I adore you because you never hurt me always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly died laughing because it was the direct translation of "kite sayang awak pasal awak tak selalu sakitkan hati kite." Gahahahahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with that hot slumber look, he said.. "you know what I mean." And I can literally feel my heart melting. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just him being him. He never really like serious conversations and he will always come up with something witty or funny to neutralise the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never stop thanking god for sending this beautiful man in my life. No one could ever replace muhd razif. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071677723016919170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI4BKeveII/AAAAAAAAAnk/6NmkowK5gBk/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way, we watched pirates of the caribbean at world's end and I'm proud to say that I slept during second half of the show. You should probably watch it too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2643644883625945219?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2643644883625945219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2643644883625945219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday-lovin-fun-yes-yes-date-that.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmI1Bqevd-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/qeih3Wd_qb8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-865412457176734657</id><published>2007-06-02T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:32.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday date with the usual sweetheart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes fatila, you're officially my friday date to escape those dreaded classes. Heheheh. Not that I don't want to go, it's just that the classes are so draggy and mundane plus the atmosphere there just make me want to snooze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071264113371346850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmC_16evd6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/A1CZY9Pdlm4/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071264461263697842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmDAKKevd7I/AAAAAAAAAl8/pZnuvzeE_sQ/s200/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know who to call everytime friday comes, you better be free, if not I'll be walking aimlessly somewhere. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you love for yesterday and please don't walk so fast or walk big-big when you're working or something ok? Later every friday we have to search high and low for your black pants. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially love the starbucks chats we had over at cp. Confessions here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071264959479904210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmDAnKevd9I/AAAAAAAAAmM/IEGSJRC-7ns/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071264787681212354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmDAdKevd8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/rBiXhrlIoxQ/s200/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And girl, follow your heart ok? If you're really fond of him just don't hesitate to give him a call. You still stand a chance if he's not yet attached. I say, Go For It!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-865412457176734657?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/865412457176734657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/865412457176734657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-date-with-usual-sweetheart-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RmC_16evd6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/A1CZY9Pdlm4/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5843704699526077035</id><published>2007-05-31T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:08:27.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;One word- Blank&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing here in blogger. A moment ago, it felt like I had something to blog about but somehow it went kaput! just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually there's nothing that I want to say. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm changing my mind. Hah. Actually there is something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Editted&lt;/u&gt; (again)&lt;br /&gt;01.06.07- out with fatila.&lt;br /&gt;02.06- out with charm.&lt;br /&gt;04.06.07- out with charm.&lt;br /&gt;06.06- send hajah rospa (my dear grams) to changi airport for her umrah trip.&lt;br /&gt;08.06- chalet at downtown east.&lt;br /&gt;14.06.07- out with the seven dwarfs. (actually only six dwarfs, another one very tall, so no count *points finger at khai-ly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear N3, when will it be our date? I miss you girls very big ok. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5843704699526077035?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5843704699526077035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5843704699526077035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-word-blank-i-dont-know-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5891037137233442654</id><published>2007-05-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:32.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;An eye for an eye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070281076961671042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rl1Bxqevd4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/3b8GE3yQaVo/s200/Image02666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in this case, a call for a call. Now you know how it feels like when I didn't call you every now and then. (I know I'm being childish) I was being thoughtful ok by calling you even though I'm busy with my studies now but you, you just have to scold me saying this and that kan? So fine, I'm not calling you anymore and see what happens now? You claimed that you're busy with work, fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have it your way. I'm having some lovin' fun with myself now. Shoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070281785631274898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rl1Ca6evd5I/AAAAAAAAAls/TERbNR98hKQ/s200/Image00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5891037137233442654?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5891037137233442654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5891037137233442654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/eye-for-eye-but-in-this-case-call-for.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rl1Bxqevd4I/AAAAAAAAAlk/3b8GE3yQaVo/s72-c/Image02666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-9148592599349958621</id><published>2007-05-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:50:37.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;That ticking clock&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleurgh, is it just me or do others suffer from exam anxieties like I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can literally hear the clock ticking and my hands were cold and clammy. I couldn't even sleep in peace the night before and I only felt tired 15 minutes before I had to get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The aftermath? I slept with my mouth open while I was on my way back home in the bus. It was an Uuuugly sight. And now, I'm wide awake and blogging, like as if it's the end of the term paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I better start with those notes, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been the drive that keeps me going and I couldn't ask for more. Thank you love. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-9148592599349958621?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/9148592599349958621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/9148592599349958621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-ticking-clock-bleurgh-is-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7987750191077248334</id><published>2007-05-27T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:23:19.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I got my mind set on you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what charm sang to me the moment I answered my cellphone. How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a break from that dreaded revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such sweet words from my once secret admirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah... bliss. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7987750191077248334?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7987750191077248334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7987750191077248334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-got-my-mind-set-on-you-thats-what.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-3801908986703512152</id><published>2007-05-26T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:32.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Good day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday at 1707hours I received a text message from an unfamiliar, particularly long number saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anon: Guten tag... Oi! how are you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Who is this?? (my gut feeling told me it was some bangla trying to play a prank on me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anon: (More weird language which I can't comprehend) Are you ms ain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: This is her and WHO ARE YOU??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anon: It's me la kor kor. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Omg! Taufiq?? Taufiq is that you?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the conversation goes on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother (not my flesh and blood of course) who is in germany now texted me. I was surprised and happy beyond words to receive his message. I mean, he's well over there, he's coping well and ya it was just good to hear from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, guten tag means good day. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's there for some silat purposes and will be back only a week after raye. How sad kan? Have to fast over there, celebrate the first day of raye without your family members. Sob, I'm going to cry on his behalf. I'm still smiling now thinking about the conversation we had. I mean, apart from his gf and mom he texted, he didn't forget me, his sister. Hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to sidetrack here a little. It's funny how we both started to know each other, from being silat friends to study-partners for the dreaded n and o levels to... hmmm how do I put it? You-have-feelings-for-me-and-I-do-too era. (seems eons ago) Hahahaha. I can just LOL thinking about it. In fact, if I wasn't with razif, I'll probably be with taufiq now. Not that I regret it, NOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just funny thinking about that peculiar day, specifically on the 16th july 2001, a day before my birthday. No doubt I knew taufiq before I knew razif through silat. Taufiq was my senior and razif was my junior (not in terms of age btw, in terms of the duration we joined silat) Taufiq told me he has something to give me and say ON my birthday and I said ok. Surprisingly, my stomach was in butterflies when he said that. So thinking nothing about it, I continued with my trainings as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, my friendship with razif has turned into I-love-staring-at you-while-you-shy-away-from-my-stares-and-I-thnk-I'm-fond-of-you kind of thing. Razif has this charm that just sweeps me off my feet (still does now) everytime he looked at me and I'll felt this jolt everytime he did that. to top it off, he was simply an eye candy to look at (when he was not staring at me la). So, when it was time to go home, he offered to walk me to my bus stop and I agreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then one conversation led to another and when he kept quiet, I knew he was going to say the big question to me because somehow, my stomach started making this mad-frenzied rollercoaster ride. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I immediately agreed! on the spot. He was just fifteen. Fifteen? Isn't that a tad to young to be in love??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess not because it was the happiest day of my life. (It still is) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally forget about what taufiq said and gosh words went around fast and before I knew it, taufiq already knew that razif and I were an item.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So taufiq and I abruptly ceased talking on the phone etc-etc until one day I took the courage to send him a message asking him to tell me what he wanted to say on my birthday. He said, "your present is still in my drawer and the question will forever be in my heart." "Maybe you and I wasn't meant to be together." I felt a tug on my heart. I was sad. I don't why. I just managed to say I'm sorry and that told him that we could always be friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad we still do now. I'm glad that our friendship has blossomed into a brother-sister kind of thing and I'm glad that he has found the love of his life, ain. Ya the same name as me except that her name is nor ainun while mine is nor ain. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have god to thank for showing me the right path to make for if I hadn't made the right choice on that day, I wouldn't have experience the best love I've ever had in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068694911179519842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlefKqevd2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/7LnWXn7KEBQ/s200/zaz3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you are a part of me Charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-3801908986703512152?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3801908986703512152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/3801908986703512152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-day-yesterday-at-1707hours-i.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlefKqevd2I/AAAAAAAAAlU/7LnWXn7KEBQ/s72-c/zaz3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2253242640988337165</id><published>2007-05-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:36.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday makan time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said, I went for dinner with family and boyfriend at simpang. We had a whole load of food spread sumptiously right in front of our eyes and boy did we finished it in record time. Everyone was hungry ok. Ayah still wanted those satay but we passed the offer cause our stomachs cannot receive any more foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068312070679656034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZC-aevdmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/31ojYrnPGhs/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068311812981618258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZCvaevdlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FJDyi09TM_4/s200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who in the world named their kebabs, kebabom? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068312903903311474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZDu6evdnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/XmmKbEKKkjA/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, it was nice having dinner with all my loved ones.. I want more of it can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068315747171661442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZGUaevdoI/AAAAAAAAAjk/TpFX6L7o0wA/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068318461590992530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZIyaevdpI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2GRhpLQ1N4g/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068318568965174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZI4qevdqI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LkkQe43FzPA/s200/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual the lovers.. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068318934037395122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZJN6evdrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/v202er2Tj5A/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068319711426475714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZJ7KevdsI/AAAAAAAAAkE/IkQ1kgG3jfo/s200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068319835980527314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZKCaevdtI/AAAAAAAAAkM/RHVR0kKxGHw/s200/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look fat. I am fat. Eurgh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we went our separate ways . I got to spend time with charm, my mr sexylove. Hahahah. Although we had a minor glitch, all's good and I still love him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068321863205091042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZL4aevduI/AAAAAAAAAkU/qQBBiblakHY/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul twohill setengah masak. Sorry sayang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068322318471624434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZMS6evdvI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_cPhPoQxQ48/s200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068324418710632242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZONKevdzI/AAAAAAAAAk8/X-xuGRKeXrA/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068323113040574210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZNBKevdwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_wwWR0eGTAk/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068323246184560402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZNI6evdxI/AAAAAAAAAks/lEiVUakXn_w/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068323435163121442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZNT6evdyI/AAAAAAAAAk0/OrmLXNhC_VQ/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi. We just got to know each other so that explains our shyness. Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068324633458997058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZOZqevd0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/r4vwTd_Ge5s/s200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068325243344353106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZO9Kevd1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/YsDSQ0_LFk4/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Muhd Razif. I don't know if I can love someone as much as I love you. I don't even want to love someone else other than you and my family and myself la. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend loves..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2253242640988337165?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2253242640988337165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2253242640988337165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/thursday-makan-time-as-said-i-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlZC-aevdmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/31ojYrnPGhs/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6927621500509610969</id><published>2007-05-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Satisfaction half-full&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067715409527928370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQkUKevdjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JkHqw6VKzgU/s200/Yw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god thank god. Alhamdulillah. Now, I just have to concentrate on my finals. Gonna give my all, insya allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss blogging. I just don't have that much drive to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to do, so little time. I can't wait for this week to end or next week for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner tomorrow with family and mr hot. =) Looking forward to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, here's what I did or actually went last monday with love and the complicated-at-their-wits-end couple, amali and wini. Hah. We went jb, for a little makan session and the guys needed to repair their respective bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067714614958978546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQjl6evdfI/AAAAAAAAAic/0duJRBeO4Fs/s200/Jb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067714773872768514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQjvKevdgI/AAAAAAAAAik/4gBsCtYNm6M/s200/Jb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067717943558633026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQmnqevdkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/e6CMZwPuaMc/s200/Haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067714928491591186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQj4KevdhI/AAAAAAAAAis/DGsqlnh302A/s200/Jb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067715160419825186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQkFqevdiI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oAzdxqPvcew/s200/Jb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was really hot and I feel sticky all day long. Eeek. Not many pictures though coz my cellphone died on me while we were in jb. But overall, I love that monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6927621500509610969?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6927621500509610969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6927621500509610969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/satisfaction-half-full-thank-god-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RlQkUKevdjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JkHqw6VKzgU/s72-c/Yw3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7705025843192487445</id><published>2007-05-19T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do not disturb, brain-stretching in progress&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066216203948619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rk7Qy6evdcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_Wp5Nh_v-Wg/s200/zzzzz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's exactly the reason why my family members keep knocking on my fucken door. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magically, no one seeems to be disturbing me whenever I'm lazing around in my room but.. whenever I'm hardcore revising (with lots of you-tubing and blogging hahah) someone will surely knock on my door to ask something from me. Not that I despise them but it just kind of slows me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll digress from my notes, books or whatever I'm scrutinizing at and will pay a visit to the loo or have lots of bites with my favourite koko crunch or call mr hot.. Oh you know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boyfriend is my bestie these days. Hah.. random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you adore smooching your significant other with your eyes open or close? I know I know, there's a social etiquette that says kissing with your eyes wide open is plainly rude, but I looovvve to kiss mr hot with my eyes open simply because I love to immerse myself under his gorgeous brown eyes. Ahhhhh the beauty of love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like it when half of my precious bouncy bed is covered with all these paraphernalias. Hahaha. I'll just leave it there as I'm lazy to take them out all over again whenever I need to revise so... more often than not, I'll sleep on it, only to realise upon waking up that I have mercilessly created a quarter of china or zimbabwe. Figure it out yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066217479553906130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rk7R9KevddI/AAAAAAAAAiM/isYEvX2w85g/s200/z1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066217930525472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rk7SXaevdeI/AAAAAAAAAiU/77Dvb_CIhvk/s200/z2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loathe yps walking around with their music blasting out from their cellphones. Disgusting. Umm hello?? You don't have to action-action and show off your favourite song to people. We understand that you are one of the music appreciator or in this case music fanatic so just keep it to youself can? And save our poor ears from having to bear with all the noise pollution that's coming from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall give river island a look-see one of these days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's dance in the rain baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7705025843192487445?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7705025843192487445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7705025843192487445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-not-disturb-brain-stretching-in.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rk7Qy6evdcI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_Wp5Nh_v-Wg/s72-c/zzzzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-227375191619309772</id><published>2007-05-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:38.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Every second with you is embedded in my heart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another saccharine day/evening/ night spent with beloved. I love it when you cover your face on my shoulder, telling me things that you know I would love to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do it again tomorrow shall we? See you at your place love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065969191789491618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rk3wI6evdaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vG_3S8gbG3c/s200/Z3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep sweet everyone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-227375191619309772?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/227375191619309772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/227375191619309772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/every-second-with-you-is-embedded-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rk3wI6evdaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/vG_3S8gbG3c/s72-c/Z3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-5794919044895419545</id><published>2007-05-17T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:38.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love dust surrounding us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love mr hot right now.. my boyfriend la. What were you thinking? He has been the silly lovely boyfriend these days and I feel so warm and snuggly around him. Actually, all the time when I'm with him starting from 16 July 2001. =) Ah well, another splendid journey I'm experiencing with him. I have god to thank for crossing our paths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065509037583332722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkxNoaevdXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7fqUIaKcY64/s200/Me+him2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Love you with the breath, the smiles and the tears of all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last result was in this morning and I'm happy with the comments I got. I hope it stays that way. Smiles were plastered on my face throughout the three hours in the lt and subsequently after that. Oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunching with charmie was sweet especially when both parties were feeling extra joyful today. What more could I ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tees which I bought finally arrived. Thanks iana. =) You'll get yours tomorrow ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065510807109858690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkxPPaevdYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DVTFUiwo05U/s200/Yw5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065511180772013458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkxPlKevdZI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_nGvT_aElJM/s200/Yw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry baby cry by sp, js and s has got me grooving on my bed now. Adores.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-5794919044895419545?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5794919044895419545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/5794919044895419545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-dust-surrounding-us-i-love-mr-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkxNoaevdXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7fqUIaKcY64/s72-c/Me+him2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7492155174277346368</id><published>2007-05-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:40.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday with mom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing beats shopping with your own mom right? Well at least for me. Hehehe. It's a time where gossips and girly talks are being exchanged with each other plus the foods and to top it off, all expenses are being taken off. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu wanted to buy me this guess bag. Really nice and it could store all my books and files and whatnots but I figured the price was.. pricey. Hahaha. So me, being the good daughter, said no. Ahem. I told her I could get a couple of tops which was equivalent to the guess bag. I got a bag ultimately. I like it and it's not that pricey. Plus three other tops. Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065088916767339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkrPiKevdUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/4d2jsC2R6Ig/s200/shop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom bought a little handbag and she claimed it was for mini trips to the supermarket what la. Ya right, the last she bought a handbag, she said it was for the trip to the supermarket too. Hah. Shopaholics have many reasons to purchase the things they want. One-offs la, it's an investment, they were on sale, to match with my shoes etc etc. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as a way to say thank you to mom, I bought her a pair of heels from charles and keith. You tell me which moms do not like shoes?? She was grinning from ear to ear when I told her it was on me and that made me smile. I told her that this is just another gift for mother's day. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065093254684308818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkrTeqevdVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6Iw8g5BP0K8/s200/ck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love her alot. Terime kasih ibu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7492155174277346368?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7492155174277346368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7492155174277346368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/wednesday-with-mom-nothing-beats.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkrPiKevdUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/4d2jsC2R6Ig/s72-c/shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-4148608060600952241</id><published>2007-05-16T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The sun, the wind and the lovers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I hope my pc doesn't bail out on me because I have several pics to be uploaded in blogger. So yesterday was an emotional ride for us. We had fun. We were happy just talking and walking aimlessly to nowhere. We chatted aboout everything and anything under the sun. We even recited the stupid alien dialogue. You know the video about this ugly monster you found in harry potter? The one that said muke kau burok. Telinge tajam. Kite ni kembar. Kau adalah aku, aku adalah kau. Ape?? Tidak!!!!!!! Hahaha plain stupid but outrageously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064980872570041266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkptRKevc7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YgLiolSQ0RM/s200/T3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064981048663700418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkptbaevc8I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ePnmULhknKY/s200/T5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went peninsula because he needed a new pair of socks badly. Ya and my bag have to bear his old and smelly socks in it. Thank you. Then off to esplanade for our long dose of talks plus all those silly goofy pictures. Note: If you find any of my solo photos stupid, it wasn't me who posed that way, razif made me do it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064981869002453970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpuLKevc9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/iHERXXBsHBk/s200/T7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064982968514081794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpvLKevdAI/AAAAAAAAAek/xQmTCCL9QNE/s200/t22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064981989261538274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpuSKevc-I/AAAAAAAAAeU/eFqyLHoJa8Q/s200/T2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064983269161792530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpvcqevdBI/AAAAAAAAAes/a0hQyxB-YU4/s200/T14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064983926291788850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpwC6evdDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XT1jDj6QZ9c/s200/T8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064984463162700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpwiKevdFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/BZLF-wgaLeM/s200/t17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064984665026163810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkpwt6evdGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WroGOxlqDQY/s200/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064984252709303362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpwV6evdEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/1ano4YKvLdQ/s200/t16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... the lovers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064985180422239346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpxL6evdHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/0RRDlHEbXtk/s200/T10+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064985438120277122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkpxa6evdII/AAAAAAAAAfk/Q6WNQ3zmgSQ/s200/t21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064986155379815570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpyEqevdJI/AAAAAAAAAfs/UxPy1wHKBrw/s200/T9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064986584876545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpydqevdKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Bly53Uey21Y/s200/t19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064986941358830770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpyyaevdLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5YYPNWgYO2Y/s200/T12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064987207646803138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpzB6evdMI/AAAAAAAAAgE/PUyFALx9pVk/s200/T11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last pic was a total candid. We were posing differently but it turned out this way. Hah. We adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wanted to drop by jb for our late dinner but malas to patah balik his place to get our passports so, we had dinner at arab street. The food was good, especially the satay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064987989330851026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkpzvaevdNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Afj_R_1avVw/s200/t24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064988156834575586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkpz5KevdOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/HR1vfYYJOsM/s200/t23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064988573446403314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkp0RaevdPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NtZZVAk_VvM/s200/t25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested sheesha but it's a tad boring without our kakis so the plan was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064988964288427266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkp0oKevdQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/XQIG0hGA18Y/s200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064989333655614738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkp09qevdRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PIYGuvstaiM/s200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064989509749273890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkp1H6evdSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5X3fhjqe-bM/s200/t26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home. I teared because yesterday was the last day with our beloved bike. He's selling it off to his bro and he's saving money to get either a class 2 bike or a car and ahuh, we are reverting back to our good old rxz. I don't know why I cried. Maybe because I was the first person to see the bike when he bought it. I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064989715907704114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rkp1T6evdTI/AAAAAAAAAg8/d6Q_yK6IkAo/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time when you see a red and white cbr bike with a different girl behind it, don't be alarm. Hahaha because that's not me anymore. Argh, it hurts. I even told rawie, "please take good care of this baby cause this is my favourite bike ok?" He just smiled. Irritating kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long bikey. You've been great. Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice tuesday. Me? I'm still mourning the loss of our precious cbr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omg! I totally forgot that today is our 70 months anniversary. Hah we were busy crying over our cbr last night that we didn't even realise it was our big day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So happy anniversary sayang.. I love you alot. You know i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-4148608060600952241?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4148608060600952241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/4148608060600952241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/sun-wind-and-lovers-okay-i-hope-my-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkptRKevc7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/YgLiolSQ0RM/s72-c/T3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-1806280931678257034</id><published>2007-05-14T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T17:53:38.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; OH FUCKING FUCK FUCK. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blogging a whole load of entry with pics and all and it just disappear kapoof like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fucking going to fucking start all over again. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-1806280931678257034?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1806280931678257034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/1806280931678257034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-fucking-fuck-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7207900701549588923</id><published>2007-05-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:46.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A good friend, the warm friend I've ever had&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always count on fatila to have a good laugh or to relive the good old times we had during our kental days. Yucks! I cannot believe we let those bitches bully us. Can you imagine how kental we were? Anyway, thanks for today love. I had fun with you plus the pizza twin meal completed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063664818648211298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkXAUvkrX2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Gkv7eBz4wg/s200/836595784l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063665754951081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkXBLPkrX3I/AAAAAAAAAc0/qGoAxwXEOxE/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah sorry uh fatila, I curik your pic in your account la. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can just spend hours and hours yakking and talking about everything under the sun. When two girls with the same frequency met, loads of nonsensical stuffs and craploads of stories were exchanged between them. From the suicide story at your block to the buka-puasa-day-with-our-baju-kurung at fareast to the I-know-what-you did-with-you-know-who. It was crazy and well some were even surprising yes? Hahaha. Yes we ever donned a baju kurung to fareast before. Some bunch of no-brainers made us do it. Heck, that incident was sooooo archaic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, let's do it again some time soon or this for that matter. It's been moons ok? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063669435738054530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkXEhfkrX4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/BHRUy7ODfHw/s200/2093886700058586258RXYKLi_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm a little woozy these days so, the mood to blog a lengthy post naturally went downhill. Eurgh. I hope this bug will go away soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7207900701549588923?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7207900701549588923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7207900701549588923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-friend-warm-friend-ive-ever-had-i.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RkXAUvkrX2I/AAAAAAAAAcs/9Gkv7eBz4wg/s72-c/836595784l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-2350517706242993038</id><published>2007-05-09T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:46:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;To learn or not to find out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I have nothing to talk about these days. My mind is easily shut off from my surroundings. I mean yeah I'm fully aware of what is happening around me, but my brain can't seem to register that. Funny. I don't even understand half of what I'm talking about. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think what I've typed above is plain redundant la. See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend and I are going through a phase where everything is just normal, plain even. I don't know how to put in in words actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are out. I'm surprised on two thirds of the work that I did. I think the marks got interchanged with each other. Well whatever, I'm contented with it. That' s all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss my boyfriend. I just miss those little-little things that he used to do to me. Like staring straight into my eyes. Saying I love you when I least expected it. Smelling my hair even though he knew I haven't bathe. (hehe) Intertwining his fingers into mine. Simply put, I miss everything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's working so hard and I want to spend every single waking moment with him but I know that's out of reach. For now, I just have to settle with those short phone calls or one sentence text messages from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question before I stop. Would you rather learn something or not to find out at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-2350517706242993038?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2350517706242993038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/2350517706242993038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-learn-or-not-to-find-out-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-960833547500220604</id><published>2007-05-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:48.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Thank you mom and dad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you two. Thanks for buying me a laptop. Hahaha! Thank you Thank you. You don't know how stoked&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I am. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy 23rd anniversary ayah and ibu. Stay loving always. *smooch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061628880166358066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6EphssjDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2VrIODLjs-o/s200/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061641661989031074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6QRhssjKI/AAAAAAAAAck/nU0zgqozfs8/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I've put the laptop into good use already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling with cousins was a funny affair. Hahha. I especially adore the whimsical shoes. So funny la. I suck at bowling coz my bowling ball kept going in the drain or whtever you call it. My only aim was to hit the 100 pins when all the others were way ahead of me. First try- 37 pins. How pathetic can I be? But I improved subsequently. Ceh ceh. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061631577405819970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6HGhssjEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/nxSw176q7F8/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061632930320518274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6IVRssjII/AAAAAAAAAcU/6oPZPIKTIQ0/s200/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061633535910907026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6I4hssjJI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7eZZCEXAHVw/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain was hyper that night. Not me but my junior. Hehehe. She ran round and round in circles and fell. She didn't cry due to the fall, she cried coz her dad flicked her arm and she was up and about again in less than 5 minute. Cute la she.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061631869463596114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6HXhssjFI/AAAAAAAAAb8/KrfIQLpFG68/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061632311845227634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6HxRssjHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AmDcDXO-eWM/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate this phlegm. I cannot take it. Can I just cut my throat and nose so that I can wash away all those dirty things inside my body? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-960833547500220604?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/960833547500220604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/960833547500220604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you-mom-and-dad-i-love-you-two.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rj6EphssjDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2VrIODLjs-o/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7767365461426353402</id><published>2007-05-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:28:44.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's going to be fine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text message from him this morning at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you but I know you miss me more. I promise I will change. Don't leave me ok darling? I regret over what I did and I won't hurt you again. Call me when you wake up k? I love you alot and you're always mine&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I have no idea what to blog about. Apart from my coughing madness which I'm still having right now and the stupid blemish that's making a home above my lips, I have nothing to talk about. Wait, coz my brain isn't functioning that well today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie jangan pandang belakang was a bummer. I don't understand what was all the hype about. I should have watched spiderman 3 instead but nevermind, I'll catch it soon hopefully with him. It was such a turn off to see the ghost flying in the air with that very distinct rope attached to it. Haaah. The sound effect was okay, ya I mean it did gave me the creeps but other than that nothing much. It doesn't have the "wow" factor la. The character opah was funny especially the part where she said to darma (btw she was senile in that part). "Darma kamu bawak kawan balik eh? Marilah naik. Ape muke kawan kau buruk, rambut tak sikat." Hahaha. That part crept me out a little. Yucks. And the part where darma's mom warned, "Ingat darma, ape-ape terjadi, jangan pandang belakang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya and I kept glancing behind my shoulders everytime I took the stairs back with the voice in my head. More so during the period of dusk till night just to make sure. Nyahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is currently married with his work and friends. So I don't want to know where I stand right now in his life. Oh well, it's ok coz I'm not going to care. Sure or not ain? I guess. I think it's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two down, one more to go and I'm set for my revision. Finally, an inimisical load has been lifted off my chest, nevermind if it's only for a couple of days before my erratic schedule starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is tired with her/his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I am. I'm just sick. Sick from all the routine things that I'm doing now. I don't know why. It's so stagnant but then again the problem may lie on me coz I'm too lazy to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;No girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;All I have is me and my trusted pillows for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to change that, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7767365461426353402?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7767365461426353402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7767365461426353402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-going-to-be-fine-text-message-from.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8612162261254100643</id><published>2007-05-02T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:54.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm down with the weathers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick and it's bad. I have a splitting headache and it only affects the left side of my brain. I vomitted twice and I have diarrhoea. I don't like. I just hope I don't collapse and die from it. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm not here to bore you with my sickness-frenzy entry, but I'm here to update on what's been happening in my life lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word of caution: This post is pregnant with photos. I think. So anytime, when you're tired of scrolling down, do leave ok? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been going out with charmie alot these days. We had doses of ice-cream, movies and a few eating galore too. It was frolic and we love it. Speaking of movies, we'll be watching "jangan pandang belakang" this thursday. It's a horror show and there has been alot of hype about it. So, we'll see how it goes tomorrow. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059808491078857730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgNA75CtAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G8XAlWC_2Ok/s200/R2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059808044402258914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgMm75Cs-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZwEWDi-SFFc/s200/Kpt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059808924870554658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgNaL5CtCI/AAAAAAAAAaM/D1tQ-bNdJUw/s200/Kpt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059808727302059026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgNOr5CtBI/AAAAAAAAAaE/0o_DD6txGcA/s200/Kpt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059806425199588242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgLIr5Cs5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/YB1OkgzM4w0/s200/Ac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059806236221027202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgK9r5Cs4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Siy67Io3cVc/s200/A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059806618473116578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgLT75Cs6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/0daJxViQNF4/s200/R1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059807151049061298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgLy75Cs7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/jGCu2clcqa8/s200/R3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charmie and I are having this fetish of eating malay food these days. First, it was jalan kayu, then it was zilan, then it was lau pa sat and then it was bedok corner with the exception of cheesy melts we had over at his place. I wonder why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059808302100296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgM175Cs_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TGIMR8S2R0s/s200/Zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059809139618919474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgNmr5CtDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/0yF6miszwVE/s200/Mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059807400157164482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgMBb5Cs8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1PMGYRISQCY/s200/Syg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059807748049515474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgMVr5Cs9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/WJPvLhsZNhg/s200/Haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059809539050878018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgN975CtEI/AAAAAAAAAac/MGp9kkXNYkQ/s200/Kfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059809702259635282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgOHb5CtFI/AAAAAAAAAak/738p4IkLaeI/s200/Him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059809835403621474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgOPL5CtGI/AAAAAAAAAas/YV0G2rogZW0/s200/We.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's 47th birthday was celebrated with a big dinner at simpang bedok followed by cake-cutting and a doa selamat at home. A simple yet sumptuous affair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059810887670609010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgPMb5CtHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2HiP3zWOVcs/s200/Simpang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059811016519627906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgPT75CtII/AAAAAAAAAa8/Rgo3Xzpe8Us/s200/Smpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059811158253548690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgPcL5CtJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/i8FHBSGR0bo/s200/Twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the dinner, fellow kitty cats were gathered at our table because nadia, my youngest sister was subltely giving out her fish and chips to the cats without my parents knowing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059811493260997794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgPvr5CtKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/X1W0A2h3Fdk/s200/Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059813619269809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgRrb5CtNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JMmtETrv_pA/s200/Ayah+ibu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059811974297334978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgQLr5CtMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/WDXq9aw8T50/s200/Crap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayang, next time we shall try simpang ok? Oh and ibu ask you to help me collect my modem la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get my laptop soon. Please pretty please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8612162261254100643?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8612162261254100643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8612162261254100643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-down-with-weathers-im-sick-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RjgNA75CtAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G8XAlWC_2Ok/s72-c/R2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7248199899997552687</id><published>2007-04-23T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:55.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing him everyday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my boyfriend. A whole lot and I miss him extra more each day because you know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is going to leave me and his family to answer the call of the government. Hurrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is getting enlisted on the 10th of July. Why 10th? Why not after the 16th? or 17th for that matter? Why why why? He got into police. Thank Allah for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takpe ain, "I will survive....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056616798292216242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Riy2L9t7CbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kjXscmqUHN4/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056617262148684226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Riy2m9t7CcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XM225WkaEfk/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so going to miss those beautiful stares. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7248199899997552687?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7248199899997552687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7248199899997552687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/missing-him-everyday-i-miss-my.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Riy2L9t7CbI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kjXscmqUHN4/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7130825157480738756</id><published>2007-04-19T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:52:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To know so much&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted. It has come to a point where I don't want to argue or say anything else to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, bring me down. Go on say all the mean things you want to say to me. Go on be mad at me everyday. Go on scrutinize every single thing I do and find fault in me. Go ahead and do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end, all I have to say is whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7130825157480738756?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7130825157480738756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7130825157480738756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-know-so-much-im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-6465130765339207230</id><published>2007-04-14T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:13:58.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A little blue, a little euphoric &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is mundane if you are stuck at home with nothing to do. I'm sooooooo bored. But I have a reason to smile because meeting up with fairus together with boyfriend yesterday went well. Our journey started off at my place- two guys with two bikes waiting for me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, motoworld. I was totally intrigued by the fact that a bike shop is located underground. Hahaha, makes me feel confined but in a good way. You know like teenage mutant ninja turtle living beneath the sewers and stuffs. Ok, I'm talking nonsense- too much of tmnt scenes up in my head. I swear the lift was moving up but boyfriend insisted that we were going down. So down it was. Had a mini walk around the shop and there was this particular helmet that caught my eye. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053305918401531250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDy9Y-zzXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZwcB-rBTe1M/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306038660615554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzEY-zzYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/hA3-f4SUraA/s200/Imag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my second surprise, there was even a cafe in the bike shop which was located on the second level, the first level was of course the shop itself, as in where they repair the bikes and things pertaining to bikes. Hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then it was makan time. But before we ate, the guys followed me to the national library for there were some books that I need to check out. So, thank you guys for following me even though I had to literally beg you two to tag along. Hmph. You guys can be such complain kings la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my laksa, boyfriend had some tauhu with gravy while fairus had his chicken rice. We mainly talked, we mostly laughed but the most disgusting part was it involved some rice being shot out from someone's mouth (reads: fairus) and some details about someone's nose shit (reads: boyfriend). Hahaha. How appetizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053305510379638098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDylo-zzVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Ijrygsv_s7g/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053305793847479650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDy2I-zzWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/o-bH38htc5o/s200/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our little shopping trip. The guys bought fast bikes magazines (obsession for the two-wheeled vehicle) and I bought a flower bag plus a charm bracelet. I wanted that top from topshop but boyfriend said he'll buy it for me when he receive his pay this end month. Yippee for that. The flower bag was such a bargain because I got it for only $1o. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzyY-zzcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ke0rJ8qO25Y/s1600-h/Charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306828934598082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzyY-zzcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ke0rJ8qO25Y/s200/Charm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzoI-zzbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OuNfDUMgWZE/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306652840938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzoI-zzbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OuNfDUMgWZE/s200/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping aside, we headed down to mustafa centre for our next stop. I suggested ice-cream but the guys were against the idea because it seemed that they had some attraction over at mustafa centre, I don't know what la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304419457944866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDxmI-zzSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/f9s-aRZBYa8/s200/F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304784530165042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDx7Y-zzTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/FnwMdLhBk3I/s200/ain+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304355033435410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDxiY-zzRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qF0vz9NBJVE/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the guys did something I will never have the guts to do. You know how massive mustafa is right? With all those rows and rows of shelves with things and paraphernalia? You know what they did? They took a bar of chocolate each, sauntered coolly to another section, talked with each other like nothing happened, teared off the chocolate wrapper and ate in front of my eyes. Well, not exactly in front la as I was standing 50 metre away from them. I do not want to get involved in case anything happen. Thankfully, nothing happened. We did bought some ferreros, toblerones and oreos ultimately though. It was so tempting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053303951306509554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDxK4-zzPI/AAAAAAAAAW0/91TwsPwbY4E/s200/Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304277724024066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDxd4-zzQI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1pMzW9DWyxw/s200/Us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On a totally different story, lecture was fine today because the pretty chatterbox (reads: amanda) was laughing and laughing and charlene kept imitating the lecturer. Hahaha. We were bored and bored people will do anything to un-bored themselves. Hahaha. See what I mean by bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306253408980386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzQ4-zzaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BIKpxIDh0fY/s200/Amanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I still cannot believed that some people are still wearing a von dutch tee (in this case only one la). A von dutch tee? Isn't it a faux pas to be wearing that? Erm.. and apparently, he's my classmate but I promise you I don't even know his name much less remember how he look like even though he sat two rows infront of me. Heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306128854928786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDzJo-zzZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/tRYWyf1lhUA/s200/Class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally head over heels with my charm bracelet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053303809572588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDxCo-zzOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/M_re7Ikr6J8/s200/Mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a picture of boyfriend trying to look intellectual. Hehehe. Come to think about it, boyfriend is intellectual in his own adorable way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053306962078584274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDz6I-zzdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fOqzmXc0FNs/s200/Him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saye sayang awak banyak-banyak. Oh, and did I tell you that I have a fetish of smelling his underarms?? I loveeeeeee doing that. He has this special smell that is so wonderful and dear to me. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selamat malam dan mimpi yang indah-indah. (translation: sleep sweet everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDyMY-zzUI/AAAAAAAAAXc/738ap_58FZA/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-6465130765339207230?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6465130765339207230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/6465130765339207230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-blue-little-euphoric-saturday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RiDy9Y-zzXI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZwcB-rBTe1M/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-7096046074828832677</id><published>2007-04-13T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:14:00.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Morning sunshines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met charmie last night to satisfy our sweet cravings. We had butterscotch and pecan and it was 300grams ok? I'm not kidding. We managed to finish more than half of the content, you know. Hahah. We went to the arcade again and I was that close to winning first. Okla, I admit it, I suck. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052722030482541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7f6o-zy4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OwU_IvdY-ts/s200/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052722782101818290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7gmY-zy7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/_r9nW2Ahuo8/s200/Image00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we settled some of his bike fines, (just two) I pitched in a little and we were off somewhere to talk and plan for our outing tomorrow- which is today. Yes, yes I'll be meeting him again. I realised I've been meeting him like almost everyday. Can't be helped since we stay 15 minutes away from each other but all those were short meet-ups where we just have our dinner or simply update each other with our daily whinings and oh, we had our new baby (it belongs to his elder brother) to bring us to places since his other two babies are in need of a minor rest. Hmm it was a night of just him, and me and the cookies plus a bottle of chrysanthemum tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052720999690390370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7e-o-zy2I/AAAAAAAAATs/zmG1D9MjlLM/s200/Z99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052721579510975346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7fgY-zy3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/8FQwae5EGT0/s200/Z2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052722266705742738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7gIY-zy5I/AAAAAAAAAUE/ZySA9nVhn94/s200/Z7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052722541583649698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7gYY-zy6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/J9mYOAi41Xk/s200/Z3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the plan today is to meet fairus, razif ex-bandmate. It has been sooooooo long since I last heard of the POV members and apparently I got to know from razif that it hasn't been good for each and every one of them. So many rhetorical questions on my mind and it mainly revolves around the word why? how? and why again. I felt sad when I heard the news but well, maybe I shouldn't let it affect me too much since I'm an emotional wrecker at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with my 2 lovely Ns was cancelled. Diani couldn't make it. Oh well some other time perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm moving in the right direction for my individual MB assignment. I must see my lecturer to double-check my work. Leceh nye. But it's ok for in the words of Abraham Lincoln: I am a slow walker, but I never walk backwards. Hah why do I sound so philosophical. I'm going nuts, yes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okla, before I drive you nuts and turn you people into me, I think I better go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052723808599002082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7hiI-zy-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/tXHrQha_e1s/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052723340447566786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7hG4-zy8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/AxOQmiH9fnE/s200/x2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052723533721095122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7hSI-zy9I/AAAAAAAAAUk/n-2ysKtb2P0/s200/x.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao. Just fyi, ciao is an italian word. Ok ain, stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-7096046074828832677?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7096046074828832677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/7096046074828832677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-here-morning-sunshines.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rh7f6o-zy4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/OwU_IvdY-ts/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17847428.post-8956378495093301399</id><published>2007-04-11T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:14:01.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;So it's you and me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052125541129505618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RhzBaY-zy1I/AAAAAAAAATk/hkWMn74vJkY/s200/zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at bk last night was a very full one and afterwhich we went to the arcade to have a game or two. (actually a couple of games). I kept losing and losing everytime I raced with him. Simply because he played dirty. He's such a cunning driver la. He followed me closely behind and then when we were almost at the reaching point, he slammed his car into mine and sped off and got firstplace and the most irritating part was, I can never tailgate him. Ok whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked and laughed so much at bk that the uncle sitting beside us shifted place. He was writing something formal, writing cheques and all and I guess he needed a quiet moment. Razif was like whispering, uncle give me one la, give me one. Then he said, kalau dier bagi kiter satu cheque tu kan, kiter da boleh tunang tau. Hahahha. You wish la sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052120700701362914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rhy9Ao-zyuI/AAAAAAAAASs/fGOVUNuKgbQ/s200/rr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052121065773583106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rhy9V4-zywI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5582DhUzfKY/s200/qq.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052121220392405778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/Rhy9e4-zyxI/AAAAAAAAATE/fTOa7THCoKI/s200/wa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went town with amanda, charlene, kevin and fera to watch number 23. Ok it did stimulate my brain and it did got me thinking but I find the plot a tad too much that it got to the extend of being lame. Everything all must add up to 23 is it? You add, subtract, multiply and divide everything and it must be 23, everything must be associated to number 23. It goes round and round in circles but it finally dawned on this character and me and my friends were like, what?? It's him? What an anti-climax. That kind of response. Mark joined us after the movie and we just talked and bitched about this particular girl in our class. She's such an asshole. Ok I don't want to sound like a mean person so I'll just leave it for now. (I'll try).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I ever I find out she says anything mean about me, I'll blog about her in one whole essay la. People know so much about her and she's so open as to tell some of our classmates about her private life with her boyfriend. Ok, let me just say that it involves three times in one day. Arggh! I want to gag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired and worst, I have to say hello to my AM notes. Hah whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pardon my narcism here. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052125141697547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RhzBDI-zyyI/AAAAAAAAATM/73fYglxUASE/s200/za.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052125334971075394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RhzBOY-zy0I/AAAAAAAAATc/0C1HEAtJKrU/s200/zs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052125219006958386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RhzBHo-zyzI/AAAAAAAAATU/zCinx9LFMi8/s200/z.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rest my entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17847428-8956378495093301399?l=itafiche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8956378495093301399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17847428/posts/default/8956378495093301399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itafiche.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-its-you-and-me-dinner-at-bk-last.html' title=''/><author><name>itafiche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17220025908252507386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gW8pYm7oRHM/RhzBaY-zy1I/AAAAAAAAATk/hkWMn74vJkY/s72-c/zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
