<?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-361711710951884360</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:47:48.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own FairyTale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asilah</name><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2249721520324483455</id><published>2009-09-08T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:20:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh me gosh~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the 3rd week of fasting month and I'm only left 2 weeks to make all those goodies for Hari Raya. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start ASAP man! I need to give fiance, my besties, my aunties some of the Hari Raya goodies as I'd promised them. Oh god! Panicky mode now~ =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start planning now and go get those ingredients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho! This means I will be soooOOooo busy after work. Nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which mean less audition game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I need that~ =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2249721520324483455?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2249721520324483455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2249721520324483455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2249721520324483455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2249721520324483455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-me-gosh-its-already-3rd-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1288604150082956070</id><published>2009-09-04T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:24:07.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... my hands are itchy to write back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be updating this forgotten blog soon. Sorry for the M.I.A~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1288604150082956070?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1288604150082956070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1288604150082956070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1288604150082956070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1288604150082956070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4444156615158244782</id><published>2009-05-10T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:46:06.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sry people. I no longer do bloggings. Any updates will be on facebook. Too lazy ar... :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4444156615158244782?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4444156615158244782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4444156615158244782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4444156615158244782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4444156615158244782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/05/sry-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2474655488079177510</id><published>2009-04-04T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:24:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching this movie at HBO family yesterday and in coincidentally, I had switch on that channel at the start of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the title and I realize it was the story that I had meant to watch it back then but it just got forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay it forward". That was the title of the movie. And it's a 2000 movie. 2000!! So how come it took me 9 years to watch this? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie had faith, hope, in a way of helping people and making it a better world for each and individual people. I was even moved at the end of the movie. Well, sad ending. And I’m the sensitive type of people, so I TEARED up very bad. Yeah I know. That bad! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just kept thinking about the movie and start to google about pay it forward. And boy, you can find lotsa of real life stories on pay it forward issue. And it got me hooked to all the stories. It's happening all around the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinking. Does pay it forward exists in Singapore? I can't say that it 0% but I'm sure there are kind people out there in Singapore who have a big heart in helping people in some ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not if it starts from you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something for a change. Help someone and pay it forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;em&gt;I know I went MISSING IN ACTION here. But bear with me, I will update frequently soon with a fresh look. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2474655488079177510?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2474655488079177510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2474655488079177510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2474655488079177510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2474655488079177510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-watching-this-movie-at-hbo-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1604873715239417583</id><published>2009-02-14T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:36:39.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Surprise, surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm expecting something but I didnt expect pink bears!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six bears holding a rocher each!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink!! My fav colour!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time in searching for the colour. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SZa5lYerI1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/LYF9yBVrcLk/s1600-h/CIMG0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SZa5lYerI1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/LYF9yBVrcLk/s320/CIMG0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629663152743250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SZa59l2rxmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/78cLzwj9jiM/s1600-h/CIMG0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SZa59l2rxmI/AAAAAAAAAZI/78cLzwj9jiM/s320/CIMG0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630079059969634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I dun celebrate Valentine's Day hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm really touched by his actions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his efforts to make me feel special... ^^ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1604873715239417583?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1604873715239417583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1604873715239417583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1604873715239417583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1604873715239417583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-surprise-i-know-im-expecting.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SZa5lYerI1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/LYF9yBVrcLk/s72-c/CIMG0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4155879442547679426</id><published>2009-02-13T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:49:07.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Congratulations Mar!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your newborn baby girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for becoming the FIRST mother in our group! hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IFTI AUFIA DANEEN BINTE HIRWAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amacam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique right?? Yep. That the lil girl's name alright. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Lin. You panggil dia Daneen. I panggil dia Ifti. Di pulak panggil dia Aufia. Amacam? Set? LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keliru budak tuh nanti. Haha!!" &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4155879442547679426?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4155879442547679426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4155879442547679426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4155879442547679426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4155879442547679426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulations-mar-for-your-newborn.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2419776999101323151</id><published>2009-02-12T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:50:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ring Ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie: Dear, are you working on sat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm... no le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie: No?? How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alternate Saturday mah... y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie: Then at home la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yar... why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie: Can sms me your home add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: o.O huh? for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie: To update my phonebook details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ouhh.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*thinks* Wants my home address for what man?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at calendar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th February 2009. &lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH!!!!! &gt;&lt;" &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2419776999101323151?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2419776999101323151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2419776999101323151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2419776999101323151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2419776999101323151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/ring-ring-me-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8009991575960465506</id><published>2009-02-08T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T16:11:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I upload my pictures on facebook.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened to the posting page. And just couldnt think to write about it. Zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm in a too lazy stage to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog when I have the mood for it. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, can check out wat I had done so far in the facebook! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8009991575960465506?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8009991575960465506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8009991575960465506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8009991575960465506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8009991575960465506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-upload-my-pictures-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8115033125210152120</id><published>2009-01-29T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:21:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ho Ho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That went well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe... *winks*&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! &lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling... -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8115033125210152120?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8115033125210152120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8115033125210152120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8115033125210152120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8115033125210152120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/ho-ho-success-that-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4574827757894220201</id><published>2009-01-20T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:20:04.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reaching towards the end of twilight book! *sobs sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's character in the book is so way much different than the character in the movie. He sounds so much more romantic, and funny in the book. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means the actor doesn’t portray the character well enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something about it! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4574827757894220201?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4574827757894220201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4574827757894220201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4574827757894220201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4574827757894220201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-reaching-towards-end-of-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-675805631622592080</id><published>2009-01-19T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:56:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something when I read the Twilight book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen's character of gestures to Bella is sooo like dearie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I read how Edward behave with Bella and how Bella reacts to him bring a smile to my face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with the way Bella react, and my reaction to dearie are totally the same! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ironic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-675805631622592080?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/675805631622592080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=675805631622592080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/675805631622592080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/675805631622592080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-i-realized-something-when-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5064327111248669233</id><published>2009-01-18T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:28:03.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho Ho Ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing since the start of the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing has changed so far! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still being me! &lt;br /&gt;Blur as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Lame as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Cute as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.L.O.W as usual. Muahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much had happened that I had to pen down here. My days were just usually working, going out with him every Sunday, hanging out with friends, having double date with bestie and her husband, who is also my dear's bestie, playing audi online with my virtual friends... Yeah u get my drift right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Something did happen on 7 January 2009. Darn it. I wanted to blog it but totally slip out of my mind! Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. Here's the good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 7 January 2009 @ 12:57 pm, my bestfriend, Razinah had just given birth to a preeetttieee cutteeee lil daughter!! Ho Ho Ho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an auntie liao~ No. God Mother?? Ha Ha Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's welcome the new addition to my bestie's family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SXRxouLIWqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QbBHe3jPvqE/s1600-h/baby-nurhumaira-qistina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SXRxouLIWqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QbBHe3jPvqE/s320/baby-nurhumaira-qistina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292980406470597282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nur Humairah Qistina!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right the name? I so like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told dearie abt the lil girl and he was happy for Raz. And then he mumbled a comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when are you getting one?"  -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzz. I innocently acted as if I didn't hear it and ask him to repeat it what he had just mumbled!! And he changed the topic as he gave me that sly cheeky smile. Grrrrr. When eh?? We even had not stepped into the next step and he asked me when to get one?? *Smack!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about him… That dear of mine still fascinate me! (fascinate means: to attract or interest something so much) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will always do unexpected gestures. And my reaction? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies up in my stomach, surprise, blushing, making my mind blank….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell ya, I didn't know I could even blush until I met him! Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when he uses this weakness of mind to shut me up or distract me whenever I'm nagging or mad at him! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 months plus since we've been together. But it seems longer than that. And...  I'm still shy when it comes to the matters of my heart. Honestly! Scouts Honour! (Since when I joined a scout?? &gt;&lt;") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it would go away but it doesn't!! It's irritating you know... And it's not fun when he knew about it and kept teasing me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I don't like it but.... still, I don't like it when he knows how to tackle my own weakness!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries dearie.... I still &lt;3 you. ^^ Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year’s Resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Getting to the next step of my life~&lt;br /&gt;2)Saving more kaching kaching! Well at least 300 bucks a mth!&lt;br /&gt;3)Play less audi online game. LOL. Well it can’t be help, my online sg game friends are all there. ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5064327111248669233?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5064327111248669233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5064327111248669233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5064327111248669233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5064327111248669233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2009/01/ho-ho-ho-ive-been-missing-since-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SXRxouLIWqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/QbBHe3jPvqE/s72-c/baby-nurhumaira-qistina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1939576051590678428</id><published>2008-12-31T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:28:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is 31 Dec 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... the last day of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I have been doing this year? Have I achieved anything? Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I can say is that I lose and gain something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made new online friends in audition game. We've been close in the virtual life and if we were to meet up, I guess we can click. Thanks for being there even when I do not have the mood or was feeling sianz. Eclipse rocks! Oh and u too demzy~ and.... also to my meis in audi~ Love u guys~ Muacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to worry about my finance. I've been saving up years ago but it seems to be depleting. Grrr... I shouldn't have taken it out even when someone who's close to me needs the money, well unless they are family. By right, it's my saving, my hard earn money... Why would I just give someone my hard earn money!! Grrr.... It’s ok. I learn my mistake. I guess if I wasn't so naive or blind, I would have save tons. I'm serious. It will definitely be a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, with the liabilities I need to pay which it's not mine really bugs me. Whenever I see it, it just points out what a fool I've been. Bah! Never mind~ It will be over in 4 more months. Then I can save up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense that my life will be changing next year. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things happening in 2008 but I don't want to tell all. Or else it will be a long one. Let's just say, from what's been happening, it's good that I learn something. Well, you can only learn from your mistakes right? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh.... I don’t have a half day today! Some companies do!! Eeeyyyeerr.... I don't really have the mood to work. My GM ask if want to declare half day! Hahaha... In my mind, I’ll be the first one who jumps out and say, "YES!!! I agree with you!! Half day!!" Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya next year guys~ &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;em&gt;May next year be a good year to start with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1939576051590678428?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1939576051590678428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1939576051590678428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1939576051590678428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1939576051590678428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-is-31-dec-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1462764952456106838</id><published>2008-12-21T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:42:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Nn6-nHzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jxAODlqoWY4/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Nn6-nHzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jxAODlqoWY4/s320/21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282455867426807602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I turn wiser! Haha~ I prefer not to say OLDER! Haha~ Still young~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday this year was definitely something different for me. I really felt loved and appreciated on that day~ ^^ You will soon see why~ hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started with a movie at THE CATHAY. First time I watch a movie at 1pm!!! LOL~ We went to watch IP man. A chinese kungfu movie. Which was good for guys but a OK for me. I don't like fighting movies that much. Just don't like to see good guys getting killed. Haha! But overall it was good la~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed to marina square for our lunchy~ Introduce him to BREEKS which is known at BATU to him. Haha! ;P New recipe was included and the sitting arrangement had changed. It's much more better now. Nice work Breeks~ ^^ Oh! I don't know if it's coincidence or what. Something happened~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were eating and chit chatting when all of a sudden we ate in silence. By right, both of us were in our own world... Haha~ Then soothing nice songs, well sort of romantic songs were filled in BREEKS. LOL~ Our reaction?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us looked at each other, ate our food and kept smiling... HAHA! That I don't know why~ But it was a definitely nice feeling I felt~ &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8RImmsLEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/R9tA4Eo64t4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8RImmsLEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/R9tA4Eo64t4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459727428332610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Me posing with the prezzie at Breeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8RSKqjuWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jzO93cJW8Co/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8RSKqjuWI/AAAAAAAAAWI/jzO93cJW8Co/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459891727055202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid~ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunchy, I brought him to the place I hang out yesterday with my ex-colleagues. ^^ I let the pictures do the talking okay? Coz by just talking about it, you wouldnt know how it will looked like~ haha~ ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8ThCSPK9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7ko5Pk5ApIQ/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8ThCSPK9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7ko5Pk5ApIQ/s320/16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462346198854610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8TsB69vWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RXaslMm_hSo/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8TsB69vWI/AAAAAAAAAWY/RXaslMm_hSo/s320/17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462535079804258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opening up~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Ty8XepMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z9yIZ0VgHHc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Ty8XepMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z9yIZ0VgHHc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462653847872706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My reaction says it all. hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8UIdYlx_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1MznHrmr_bs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8UIdYlx_I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1MznHrmr_bs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463023488157682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ESPRIT Watch. I soo love it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8UT4lYc7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/7FVkrCiF4SY/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8UT4lYc7I/AAAAAAAAAWw/7FVkrCiF4SY/s320/18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463219768128434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up View~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought that was it. But nooooo!! He told me next stop is to stop by his place. And my head goes Oh-oh~ What is he up too now? &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? A birthday cake!! With his family!! &gt;&lt;" Touching~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And definitely a surprise for me!! Now u know why I said the best birthday I had? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8WElMysyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6TGmRIO4TUo/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8WElMysyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6TGmRIO4TUo/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282465155889935138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; The cake~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8W_C3OSJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2aS_8EuzbOE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8W_C3OSJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/2aS_8EuzbOE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466160284944530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XFLyKkyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_VxSGzERksg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XFLyKkyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/_VxSGzERksg/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466265758864162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XMxjbYUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/O9gX-SEkCzk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XMxjbYUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/O9gX-SEkCzk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466396156682562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the nephews &amp; nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XbgyGFcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cT1z8XDugSo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XbgyGFcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cT1z8XDugSo/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466649352836546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XiNq_KuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LCldQxRaKw0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XiNq_KuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/LCldQxRaKw0/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466764481833698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XoPPR_OI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CxtQHQaeciA/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XoPPR_OI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CxtQHQaeciA/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282466867981712610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XyAbZZbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qipw3x6CosI/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8XyAbZZbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qipw3x6CosI/s320/19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467035804689842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gift from the family~ ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other prezzie-s from my beloved 2nd sis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8YF-kiCkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eaxznhMNZYw/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8YF-kiCkI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eaxznhMNZYw/s320/20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282467378903517762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; Muacks. Luv u sis~&lt;/center&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;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear.....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making my day special! &lt;br /&gt;Your efforts and all makes me &lt;333 you even more. &lt;br /&gt;^^ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1462764952456106838?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1462764952456106838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1462764952456106838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1462764952456106838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1462764952456106838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-it-day-i-turn-wiser-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Nn6-nHzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jxAODlqoWY4/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2277856251037371312</id><published>2008-12-20T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:44:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8GSj0eubI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LsW-DNGNbJ0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8GSj0eubI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LsW-DNGNbJ0/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282447803851651506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee I had fun meeting with the ex-colleagues. ^^ It's has been a long time since we three met up. Hehe~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8J3g-MgDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x8LihblidLA/s1600-h/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8J3g-MgDI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x8LihblidLA/s200/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282451737277136946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch Twilight on that day! Haha! It was nice. But not until so good that I wanna watch it~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like some parts of the movie. Like when Edward's family (the vampires) are protective of that girl when another evil vampire wanna attacked her. Coolness~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei says that the book is much more better than the movie. More conversations exchange for the love birds in that movie.. Haha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempting to buy the book!! Hmm.... maybe after my paycheck! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hanging out was what we did after that and then home sweet home~ ^^ We just let the pics do the talking aite. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8KQ8qN0QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ke8X4iUREi4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8KQ8qN0QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ke8X4iUREi4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282452174206259458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;The sweet ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8KdBzZUfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/h7Tnp7EV-Ow/s1600-h/DSC01071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8KdBzZUfI/AAAAAAAAAU4/h7Tnp7EV-Ow/s320/DSC01071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282452381745369586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prezzie I did for Diana~ Pic is excluding the earrings n necklace I got for her. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Kwuu9m1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/PEw4tQ6VknY/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8Kwuu9m1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/PEw4tQ6VknY/s320/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282452720223886162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Admiring Prezzie from Lei~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8K9j8q42I/AAAAAAAAAVI/9FTjJ2acKtI/s1600-h/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8K9j8q42I/AAAAAAAAAVI/9FTjJ2acKtI/s320/DSC03742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282452940666889058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brooch from Lei. Very nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8LIyplrTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HcMu-RcPrnw/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8LIyplrTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HcMu-RcPrnw/s320/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453133591948594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scented candle from Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8LTvx-f-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gnoAkdIBK0c/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8LTvx-f-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/gnoAkdIBK0c/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453321800384482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bracelet from Diana. Love it to bits~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8M62GPMBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UZeMQtVXZNk/s1600-h/DSC00579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8M62GPMBI/AAAAAAAAAVo/UZeMQtVXZNk/s320/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282455093022502930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Lei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8NFdYpvQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kO2a0bUQRMI/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8NFdYpvQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/kO2a0bUQRMI/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282455275367415042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8LjixtyiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yPqrbIbB6IY/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8LjixtyiI/AAAAAAAAAVg/yPqrbIbB6IY/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453593187535394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three of us~ &lt;/center&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;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks for the day ladies ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2277856251037371312?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2277856251037371312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2277856251037371312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2277856251037371312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2277856251037371312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/weeeee-i-had-fun-meeting-with-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SU8GSj0eubI/AAAAAAAAAUg/LsW-DNGNbJ0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2117607911631986042</id><published>2008-12-14T23:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:15:12.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ok! Zoo outing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with dearie's family today to the zoo. Promised the nieces and nephews that we are going today as we had postponed it earlier in november. So we decided to keep our promises even though it's raining!!! &gt;&lt;" What a day to start~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall not complain because &lt;em&gt;Hujan tuh rahmat~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dearie's house around 10 am and realise that he's still asleep! Can't blame him as he just slept for 2 hours after returning from his night shift work. And his family was not ready yet too~ &gt;&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nieces and nephews were glad to see me. That's a surprise. I thought they would still be shy around me especially the girls~ but no.... Haha! That's gd. I just love them to bits~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjCvYileI/AAAAAAAAAQw/051d8fe5hKU/s1600-h/DSC03663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjCvYileI/AAAAAAAAAQw/051d8fe5hKU/s320/DSC03663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279664668147881442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nephews &amp; Nieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjQFFsGPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-Ulf8rPlsSM/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjQFFsGPI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-Ulf8rPlsSM/s320/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279664897312692466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjc8aH6SI/AAAAAAAAARA/v4RVcJoNY8c/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjc8aH6SI/AAAAAAAAARA/v4RVcJoNY8c/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279665118320781602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emilia &amp; Me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We depart from his house around 11 plus i think and reached at the zoo at 12pm. It had stopped raining at his house and so we thought we could enjoy the outing more. But it got heavier as we make our way to the zoo. Nevertheless that didnt dampened the kid's high spirits!! I bought the rain poncho thingy and all of us were in the rain coat. Haha! I was too lazy to carry the umbrella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine! I had to hold one of his niece's hand... carry the umbrella... take pictures... How can? I only got 2 hands! Zzzz -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get as much pictures as I want to. The rain kept the animals away~ Boooo!! Haha! So we just walked around venturing further in, stoping by at each stop hoping to catch any animals that can be seen. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmNrKaNBI/AAAAAAAAARI/kpSLWOHtdGc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmNrKaNBI/AAAAAAAAARI/kpSLWOHtdGc/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279668154528314386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute aint she! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmX2LrJwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lQ6iswT99eo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmX2LrJwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lQ6iswT99eo/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279668329285101314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this! the monkey really looked like a person sitting down! The posture and all~ &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmnY2fW1I/AAAAAAAAARY/SrLSv087s58/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmnY2fW1I/AAAAAAAAARY/SrLSv087s58/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279668596289526610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmxqG-y0I/AAAAAAAAARg/KKR8tuc832U/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUmxqG-y0I/AAAAAAAAARg/KKR8tuc832U/s320/26.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279668772720790338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nephews and Dearie's Dad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUm8v3yT-I/AAAAAAAAARo/WKvtUr8_YNg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUm8v3yT-I/AAAAAAAAARo/WKvtUr8_YNg/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279668963246231522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just can't get enuf of her~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUnGs14OtI/AAAAAAAAARw/-kOA7sT-wDw/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUnGs14OtI/AAAAAAAAARw/-kOA7sT-wDw/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279669134231616210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fikri &amp; Dearie's Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk and walk and walk until we reached to the place that the kids were soooooo excited to play. The KIDS PLAYGROUND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! The place was so FUN! Seeing the kids played really tempt me to EVEN join in the fun!! Even the nieces keep pulling me in. But too bad I didnt bring any extra clothes!! Grrrr.... Should have listen to my colleague! Bahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUoFYYWbiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iByh77GV07w/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUoFYYWbiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/iByh77GV07w/s320/20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670211070815778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUoNlah8II/AAAAAAAAASA/sK6sOCTfdrk/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUoNlah8II/AAAAAAAAASA/sK6sOCTfdrk/s320/19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670352008573058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUofUpwDII/AAAAAAAAASI/krPFafY7zIg/s1600-h/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUofUpwDII/AAAAAAAAASI/krPFafY7zIg/s320/23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670656746654850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUoouiDC1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/KLtX1geAqo4/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUoouiDC1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/KLtX1geAqo4/s320/25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279670818312489810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see that pail on top?? Well, once the water in that pail is fully up, it will fling over and pour the water down with a big splash! Now.... its really nothing but you will soon see that it's the kids fav!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUpB_tsQ6I/AAAAAAAAASY/cHc924xfnlg/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUpB_tsQ6I/AAAAAAAAASY/cHc924xfnlg/s320/24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671252421460898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pails fall down. Big Spplllasshhhh! *Kids screaming!!* You seen that kid jumping from excitement? LOL! I didn't realise I capture his niece in the photo!! Good timing kiddo! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUpfIf_NcI/AAAAAAAAASg/KaRRxcZoUFY/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUpfIf_NcI/AAAAAAAAASg/KaRRxcZoUFY/s320/21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671752996107714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we see the kids running all over the place once it's over~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUpsrVtJLI/AAAAAAAAASo/573DkfsRZ_0/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUpsrVtJLI/AAAAAAAAASo/573DkfsRZ_0/s320/22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671985686521010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they will wait for it to happen again!! Haha~ And the same thing happen with all the screaming and all. LOL! Hillarious I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids had enough of the place, it's time for the DORA something something show to start. You know that cartoon show where all the girls love to watch at TV. &gt;&lt;" And for us adults to sit down to have a bite~ Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUqLBKO-XI/AAAAAAAAASw/D6pBdF0ILTs/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUqLBKO-XI/AAAAAAAAASw/D6pBdF0ILTs/s320/18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672506940062066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUqgaiGmDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NufRinyh6uQ/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUqgaiGmDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NufRinyh6uQ/s320/16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672874528315442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; his mum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUqsP7pX3I/AAAAAAAAATA/hJZYXHsaHxc/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUqsP7pX3I/AAAAAAAAATA/hJZYXHsaHxc/s320/17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673077841092466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And as usual he acting cool... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I tell you that it stopped raining after that! Hurray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrGvi1IoI/AAAAAAAAATI/OkKmIPm4S6s/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrGvi1IoI/AAAAAAAAATI/OkKmIPm4S6s/s320/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673533003539074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brotherly love ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrOx4XZtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UTSAPxPncg4/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrOx4XZtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UTSAPxPncg4/s320/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673671069689554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrZ6RKAyI/AAAAAAAAATY/IgJIxgq6Fow/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrZ6RKAyI/AAAAAAAAATY/IgJIxgq6Fow/s320/28.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673862299714338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the butterfly cage thingy! And then i realise that my memory card was full. Zzzzz.... Really mafan!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrgMEW3tI/AAAAAAAAATg/_BboBo8dbfQ/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrgMEW3tI/AAAAAAAAATg/_BboBo8dbfQ/s320/15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279673970157084370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arent they cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrpwrHXSI/AAAAAAAAATo/cM7LW1vJEmg/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUrpwrHXSI/AAAAAAAAATo/cM7LW1vJEmg/s320/14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279674134602145058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bats! &gt;&lt;" Ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsCw_zb6I/AAAAAAAAATw/4Y13aQClEaM/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsCw_zb6I/AAAAAAAAATw/4Y13aQClEaM/s320/29.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279674564185649058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsJdCVbxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RhQr7xRTwdI/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsJdCVbxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RhQr7xRTwdI/s320/13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279674679086640914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsTfmTsHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jmgmBovjlJ0/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsTfmTsHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/jmgmBovjlJ0/s320/10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279674851573084274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids: "Are we lost? Where are wee??" &lt;br&gt;Him: Errmmmm.... Hahaha!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsiJYL9wI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QA8fNEN1sOE/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUsiJYL9wI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QA8fNEN1sOE/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675103306315522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUspJP7OqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8KI1M5hOHLw/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUspJP7OqI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/8KI1M5hOHLw/s320/30.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675223530748578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An ang moh tourist approached us and ask if we need to get our pic together in favour of me taking her pic with her sons. Ho Ho!! She thought those 2 were my kids~ LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around until it was time to close. LOL! We didnt even realise that it's gonna close soon! Haha~ No wonder it was getting crowded when we were making our way to the entrance. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUtwsfz11I/AAAAAAAAAUY/qw_MA3Yay50/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUtwsfz11I/AAAAAAAAAUY/qw_MA3Yay50/s320/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676452763326290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Home Sweet Home~ Well his... not mine! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat! I think I'm gonna knock off to dreamland now~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun dear~ Hope you do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muackxx &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2117607911631986042?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2117607911631986042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2117607911631986042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2117607911631986042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2117607911631986042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-zoo-outing-went-out-with-dearies.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUjCvYileI/AAAAAAAAAQw/051d8fe5hKU/s72-c/DSC03663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1935504799891715452</id><published>2008-12-13T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:05:54.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Wow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis got these for her birthday!! Super Cool Man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUeW06T8qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UZHUxyB3_Bg/s1600-h/DSC03656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUeW06T8qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UZHUxyB3_Bg/s320/DSC03656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279659515670950562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game's totally fun!! With the drum set plus guitar and all. Really fun! Haha! I love playing the guitar but not the drum! I still have yet to figure out the co-ordinations to play drums since my school band days. So I try to avoid the drum. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUfga-TB9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sJWfz5ApoE4/s1600-h/DSC03648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUfga-TB9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/sJWfz5ApoE4/s320/DSC03648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279660780018665426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUf5vJu9zI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d08Zrsbu5J0/s1600-h/DSC03653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUf5vJu9zI/AAAAAAAAAQY/d08Zrsbu5J0/s320/DSC03653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279661214932072242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUgGKAOrJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/e4fhl9vCOfg/s1600-h/DSC03654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUgGKAOrJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/e4fhl9vCOfg/s320/DSC03654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279661428298394770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUgT5oBTcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UKPEGlYt3Ts/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUgT5oBTcI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UKPEGlYt3Ts/s320/DSC03646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279661664420056514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm ever since she got that Wii for her advanced birthday, she keep getting cool stuffs~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fair~!~!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1935504799891715452?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1935504799891715452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1935504799891715452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1935504799891715452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1935504799891715452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-my-sis-got-these-for-her-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SUUeW06T8qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UZHUxyB3_Bg/s72-c/DSC03656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5434268461201987432</id><published>2008-12-11T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:16:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Game Which is so Damn Addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online frenz. Virtual life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real frenz. Real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I cut Audition out from my life~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking away my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True that we can add MSN but it's not gonna be the same~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5434268461201987432?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5434268461201987432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5434268461201987432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5434268461201987432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5434268461201987432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/audition.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5907700959819275769</id><published>2008-12-06T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:31:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do you know who she is?" She's famous and rich. I'm a contractor. I do well. I have a successful business, but what do I have to offer her that she can't buy herself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slugged him in the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about stuff, you idiot. It's never about stuff. Why can't guys get that? Stuff is usually a substitute we accept when we can't get what we really want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you really want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We want to matter," she said. "We want to be the most important part of your world. We want to know you'd be lost without us, that you ache when we're gone and count the hours until we're back. We'll give you forever, if you just make us believe that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a lot, he thought. More than a simple "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Excerpt taken from Susan Mallery "Sweet Talk"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How so true when I read that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ladies don't practically care how well to do you are, or how different our world can be. We just wanna be loved by you guys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can't buy love. Branded stuffs doesn't buy love. A SIMPLE gift that comes straight from the heart and with all your efforts being put in, is all enough for us. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please note that this had got nothing to do with my situation or anything.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading and stumbled upon that. So I just thought of sharing with whoever is reading. Some may not agree BUT who cares~ Haha!&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;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Gosh I miss reading~ ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5907700959819275769?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5907700959819275769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5907700959819275769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5907700959819275769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5907700959819275769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-know-who-she-is-shes-famous-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-969460254911679503</id><published>2008-12-05T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:37:13.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm gonna be broke this december. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many birthdays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum - 11th Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis - 12th Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faezah &amp; Ranjanee - 16th Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana - 16th Dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out there are so many dec babies at work. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 12 people including me!! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out Demzy birthday falls on 9th Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December too!! LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saggitarius Rulez? o.O &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-969460254911679503?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/969460254911679503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=969460254911679503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/969460254911679503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/969460254911679503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-gonna-be-broke-this-december.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6566919702212954868</id><published>2008-12-03T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:42:02.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my mission still continues....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Forum Shopping Mall Toys'R'Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest Toys'R'Us in Singapore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still couldn't find a single Bob the Builder Lego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... Nvm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked all the way to Paragon Toys'R'Us and still no Bob the Builder Lego!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired and my aching feet were starting to make me restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my sister to help me search for any Lego Shop around the town area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ho Ho Ho!! There's one in Ngee Ann City &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its just opposite Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cross my fingers as I stepped into the Lego Shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes was frantically going over each Lego Box trying to find Mr Bob the Builder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browse.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then....... there it was right in the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STamIAH5giI/AAAAAAAAAQA/96eTKZrbPH8/s1600-h/DSC03376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STamIAH5giI/AAAAAAAAAQA/96eTKZrbPH8/s320/DSC03376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275586669913408034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved that I found one!! But was dissapointed at the same time as they have the small set only. I had expected the set to have Mr Bob itself with two other trucks. You know... like a complete set... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked the sales person over there and she say that the bigger ones were out of stock. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of going to another Lego Branch shop but was afraid that if i missed this one, I couldn't find another one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take it~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey~ At least it got the Bob the Builder picture there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kiddo~ &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aching feet~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs Sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6566919702212954868?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6566919702212954868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6566919702212954868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6566919702212954868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6566919702212954868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-my-mission-still-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STamIAH5giI/AAAAAAAAAQA/96eTKZrbPH8/s72-c/DSC03376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6845521366230613744</id><published>2008-12-02T01:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:43:26.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Look at this picture. Can you tell what's wrong?? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQksmjLNvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YD70XIR9pD0/s1600-h/Photo0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQksmjLNvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YD70XIR9pD0/s320/Photo0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274881412238620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree is upside down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken at Vivocity Golden Village Cinema!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like whhhhhaaattt theeee... when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone playing a prank??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearie say its the new trend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya rite!! Haha~ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQlgCvhMDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wnfXX3OB3xs/s1600-h/chihuahua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQlgCvhMDI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wnfXX3OB3xs/s320/chihuahua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274882295979913266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua on Sunday! It was a last minute decision anyway to watch it and can say so that it was worth it. Haha! As long as it makes me laugh then its worth it... And the dog is so cute!! Gosh... coming from a malay myself who is scared of dogs!! &gt;&lt;"" Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to vivocity on Sunday in seach of a mission! To seach A bob the builder lego set!! And I have yet to find that toy!! Darn! I had participate in a christmas event whereby we grant wishes for the Austistic kids from an association and I picked out this one thinking that it was easy to find. But Nooooo!! I went to Vivo Toys'R'Us. Went to Jurong Point Toys'R'Us (which is today) and still couldn't find it!! Sobs sobs.... And now I planning to go to paragon and suntec city Toys'R'Us. Hope I can find it before 19 dec!! &gt;&lt;" If anyone saw the toy I'm looking for, could you be a good girl or boy as to inform this poor stressed out laydee...? Hehe~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about christmas, the orders I had is 70% done. Haha~ Managed to came out with the other 2 design. I kept changing the design 'cause I was not satisfied with it. And I think I WILL be satisfied with this. Haha~ *cross my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQoKHrkBtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SfXw7LEjAb4/s1600-h/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQoKHrkBtI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SfXw7LEjAb4/s320/DSC03211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885217883260626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQokjg1PhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/D0K_IK8ffos/s1600-h/DSC03199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQokjg1PhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/D0K_IK8ffos/s320/DSC03199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885672031043090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQow8z6ubI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TFX84U1X9_I/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQow8z6ubI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TFX84U1X9_I/s320/DSC03369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274885884980410802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This one like not nice de... Haiz... &gt;&lt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;3 down~ 1 more to go.... or not.. Haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Right here,&lt;br /&gt;Right Now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at you&lt;br /&gt;And my heart loves the view&lt;br /&gt;'cause you mean everything~~ &lt;33 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6845521366230613744?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6845521366230613744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6845521366230613744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6845521366230613744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6845521366230613744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-what-i-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/STQksmjLNvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YD70XIR9pD0/s72-c/Photo0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8295532055144440139</id><published>2008-11-21T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:40:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My plan for dinner was just to eat nuggets &amp; drank peach red tea bubble tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looked what I had found in the fridge while putting my drink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSa5boIDGrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KVsLVxygp6A/s1600-h/DSC03193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSa5boIDGrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KVsLVxygp6A/s320/DSC03193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271104298162526898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate with peanut butter cream on top &amp; the "I dunno what flavor of the other cupcake"~ Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought this back from my auntie's place. It seems my cousin had some leftovers from her batch orders of cupcake and decicded to share it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my idea of not eating so much for dinner. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looked at them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resist these delicious desert?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8295532055144440139?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8295532055144440139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8295532055144440139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8295532055144440139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8295532055144440139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-plan-for-dinner-was-just-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSa5boIDGrI/AAAAAAAAAOg/KVsLVxygp6A/s72-c/DSC03193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-3510266537824128268</id><published>2008-11-17T21:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:27:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Secondary Gfs outing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since we met up... Well, it was, since raya outing~ Haha! Ermm... about 1 mth ago? Haha! Long right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we planned to hang out at Plaza Singapura but alas, one of us couldn't make it and since the rest lived in the west, we decided to meet up at West Mall. Ate at burger king. -.-" No choice~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened at burger king... As we were chit-chatting, we notice there's this auntie who kept going around the tables looking at the trays that we were left behind. And guess what this auntie did? She took some leftover fries from the tray and eat it. -.-" We were so shocked at this and then looked at our untouched leftovers onion rings and fries. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend start to pity her and says, "Ehhh... we give her our food la.... So pitiful~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other say, "ehhh don't want la... so scary la... looked at her. She doesn't looked right..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-" LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we decided to leave it and continue chit-chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the auntie had actually saw our leftovers and sat down 2 tables away waiting for us to leave. But it seems that her patience outgrew our chit-chatting session!! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peektures of the days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbBjIwV6nI/AAAAAAAAAOo/b35GbKhbGZg/s1600-h/DSC03184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbBjIwV6nI/AAAAAAAAAOo/b35GbKhbGZg/s320/DSC03184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271113223273572978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Di &amp; Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbB1GeNlHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zaygslEs-Go/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbB1GeNlHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zaygslEs-Go/s320/DSC03186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271113531898303602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mar looking at Diyana's Engagement Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbCM6VNooI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o7ZfrLsnNIM/s1600-h/DSC03188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbCM6VNooI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o7ZfrLsnNIM/s320/DSC03188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271113940956193410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Wini~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbCkEPA16I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZR4lcYNcZEs/s1600-h/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbCkEPA16I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZR4lcYNcZEs/s320/DSC03191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271114338751535010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mar &amp; Di~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbCx8MRbGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QxlFMNtNZmQ/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbCx8MRbGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QxlFMNtNZmQ/s320/DSC03190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271114577110723682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lin, Me &amp; Wini~&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;em&gt;And YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls dont give me a headache anymore~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs sobs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can turn back time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait~ I don't want to~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I won't get to meet him~ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a gd comeback/meaning behind these bad things that happened in our life~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-3510266537824128268?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3510266537824128268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=3510266537824128268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3510266537824128268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3510266537824128268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/secondary-gfs-outing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSbBjIwV6nI/AAAAAAAAAOo/b35GbKhbGZg/s72-c/DSC03184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-3230052168435528470</id><published>2008-11-16T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:07:01.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSAKd3oIvqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LrMn8a4mw14/s1600-h/DSC03177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269223072288259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSAKd3oIvqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LrMn8a4mw14/s320/DSC03177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;First design&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends was spent thinking of a design bracelet for my christmas present orders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually dearie and me decide to bring the nieces and nephews to the zoo today. But alas, his parents couldn't make it and it was no fun without them. So we decided to cancel the outing and just plan to go for a movie. But then again, I received a msg from him at 12pm today stating that he just got back home. What the.... o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, since he had to work tomorrow and did not have enuf sleep (due to his night job) since Thursday nite, I decided to let him rest for the day. ^^ Understanding girlfriend aren't I? Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the bracelet thingy~ I finally am satisfied at this design instead of the first one above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSALmHoxLVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EZ-Sf4AoVls/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSALmHoxLVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EZ-Sf4AoVls/s320/DSC03180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269224313536458066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSALx_PbSfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XzKBOTVIO-k/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSALx_PbSfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XzKBOTVIO-k/s320/DSC03183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269224517441112562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nice? o.O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;One down, 4 more to go~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-3230052168435528470?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3230052168435528470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=3230052168435528470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3230052168435528470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3230052168435528470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-design-weekends-was-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SSAKd3oIvqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LrMn8a4mw14/s72-c/DSC03177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2335158918946178678</id><published>2008-11-12T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:45:34.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Look what I found at SP Car Park on the way back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrX6bJOfJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IfejnqjK2Cs/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrX6bJOfJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IfejnqjK2Cs/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267760112882056338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cute neh~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2335158918946178678?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2335158918946178678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2335158918946178678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2335158918946178678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2335158918946178678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-i-found-at-sp-car-park-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrX6bJOfJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/IfejnqjK2Cs/s72-c/Photo0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6096406112483987842</id><published>2008-11-10T20:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:10:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooootsss!! Met up with the gfs today! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice meeting them up since the four of us had a hard time meeting up especially Ranjanee and Razinah. Had lots of fun chatting up and updating each other our own lives... Haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to go to Breeks but too bad, it was closed down for Renovation. Bah! I didnt know that. So in the end, we went to Swensons. Haha! Our usual place to eat. I remembered once we took a pic of all of us at Bugis Swensons! That was like AGES ago!!! And now... looked at all of us? All leading each of our own lives. 2 wives, 1 soon-to-be mother of 1, and of course not forgeting me still leading her own single but attached life. Haha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Razinah is now reaching to her 7th mth!! ^^ And she still looked wonderful despite the huge tummmy of hers.. Hehe... ^^ Can't wait for the lil girl to pop out! Haha! oh oh... Can we be the god-mothers?? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be the mid month of November. Soon it will be December. Time really do pass by so fast huh... Some times I just wonder what I have done for myself all these years that has gone by.... Hahah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures from the meet up! Cam-whoring is a must on our meet ups! LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTYHpGfsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sfxQIVfnFEs/s1600-h/CIMG3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTYHpGfsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sfxQIVfnFEs/s320/CIMG3483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755125484977858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faezah &amp; Ranjanee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTn0W2k1I/AAAAAAAAANA/j19SjpwDBlQ/s1600-h/CIMG3484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTn0W2k1I/AAAAAAAAANA/j19SjpwDBlQ/s320/CIMG3484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755395186070354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Razinah &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTt1wS6yI/AAAAAAAAANI/MTi9o028FuQ/s1600-h/CIMG3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTt1wS6yI/AAAAAAAAANI/MTi9o028FuQ/s320/CIMG3488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755498640436002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dinner. &gt;&lt;" I didnt know Faezah took my pic as well. I looked hideous. Zzzz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrT03EQgEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MylM-V9wZOc/s1600-h/CIMG3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrT03EQgEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/MylM-V9wZOc/s320/CIMG3492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755619251683394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Ranjanee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrT9s2PAuI/AAAAAAAAANY/DMo6yxsbk6Q/s1600-h/CIMG3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrT9s2PAuI/AAAAAAAAANY/DMo6yxsbk6Q/s320/CIMG3495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755771127333602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ranjanee &amp; Razinah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrUFVQbKsI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sgc1t_nW5bU/s1600-h/CIMG3496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrUFVQbKsI/AAAAAAAAANg/Sgc1t_nW5bU/s320/CIMG3496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755902233684674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four Of Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrUK80H_nI/AAAAAAAAANo/09IxlLQUt6Y/s1600-h/CIMG3497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrUK80H_nI/AAAAAAAAANo/09IxlLQUt6Y/s320/CIMG3497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267755998751751794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid Pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrUVeOsHVI/AAAAAAAAANw/sB1UKohi7dA/s1600-h/CIMG3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrUVeOsHVI/AAAAAAAAANw/sB1UKohi7dA/s320/CIMG3505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267756179520232786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp; Faezah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I realise something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head always bent sideways whenever I took a pic... Zzzzzz!! Must stop this habit!! Grrr -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6096406112483987842?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6096406112483987842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6096406112483987842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6096406112483987842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6096406112483987842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/woooootsss-met-up-with-gfs-today-v-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SRrTYHpGfsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sfxQIVfnFEs/s72-c/CIMG3483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1720159615099703765</id><published>2008-11-01T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:32:55.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with flu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grounded on sunday for rest!! Zzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna bring me for bowling? T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1720159615099703765?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1720159615099703765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1720159615099703765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1720159615099703765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1720159615099703765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-im-down-with-flu-grounded-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2195397747032767587</id><published>2008-10-27T23:33:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:30:09.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQX87H78duI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6DO5uQ6mISw/s1600-h/2746417000_647ee25dc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQX87H78duI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6DO5uQ6mISw/s320/2746417000_647ee25dc9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261889832325248738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched High School Musical 3 with my sisters today. The show was a OK~ but I still prefer the first High School Musical. The third one was a bit draggy and plus, the kids behind us were making a lot of noise as in telling each other what will happened after that. Damn irritating I tell you. I keep "SHHHHHHHHHH" to them. I mean come on, if you know the story, then DON'T WATCH IT. There are others who HAVE NOT watch it.... Zzzzz..... I wonder why, when I watched movies with my sisters, there are bound to be some noisy kids who will spoil my mood in watching the movies. &gt;&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQX8IBrA0bI/AAAAAAAAALw/yysclnOSV_4/s1600-h/53a41c849c_ltphigh10242008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQX8IBrA0bI/AAAAAAAAALw/yysclnOSV_4/s200/53a41c849c_ltphigh10242008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261888954470289842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall it was worth to catch in on screen 'cause Zac Efron was in it. Haha~! I just love him &amp; his character in that show. So sweeeettttt ! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQXqoE2J8bI/AAAAAAAAALI/h0V0u9CuK4Q/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261869713868845490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQXqoE2J8bI/AAAAAAAAALI/h0V0u9CuK4Q/s200/DSC03160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bought this today at "Mini Bits". It comes in different kinds of shapes. From circle to stars to squares... Hard time choosing~ In the end, I chose the love shapes. When I showed to my 2nd sister, she said "Typical me...." Zzzzzz she knew I go for that. Chet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies. I think I better stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am talking to dearie and writing this at the same time. And it seems that I can't talk and think at the same time. Haha~! If I kept quiet and the only sound that he heard was me typing the keyboard, he will sarcasticly said to me... "yar..... multi-tasking..." ZzzzZzz. So that's my warning of not concentrating what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's best that I go now before I got scolded by him. Haha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~ &lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2195397747032767587?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2195397747032767587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2195397747032767587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2195397747032767587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2195397747032767587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/overall-it-was-worth-to-catch-in-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQX87H78duI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6DO5uQ6mISw/s72-c/2746417000_647ee25dc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-3687261711542511029</id><published>2008-10-26T23:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:31:16.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQSVU5BpF6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NOlkUW_oOWI/s1600-h/tropicthunder_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQSVU5BpF6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NOlkUW_oOWI/s200/tropicthunder_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261494450813212578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Tropic Thunder today with Dearie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was funny! LOL... Some actors who was dumped in the jungles with fake weapons and all. Encountered with real bad guys and thinking that they still were acting for a movie. Hillarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day spend with him was great. Well, except for that hoo-haa thingy. We went to Plaza Singapura PIZZA HUT for our late lunch and ordered around 4pm. While waiting, 2 tables besides us were occupied. As I was talking to him, I noticed that the person 2 tables away from us who had come later than us got their food before us. And we realised that we had actually waited for 30 mins for our food. The next thing we know, the table next to us, got their food also. I called out to the waitress and asked to check for our orders. Dearie next to me was already making such a fuss about it and me, who don't like to make a scene shushh him. And guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They forgotten our orders!!! Dearie saw the manager looking at us and ask me to CANCEL the order. &gt;&lt;" The couple next to us were watching the commotion. Zzzz. In the end, we walked out after I told the manager that we got to rush for a movie and we need to cancel the orders. The Manager apologized and even said, "well u can come back after the movie ends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya rite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that kinda service? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had strike off PIZZA HUT at SUNTEC CITY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now another strike off at PLAZA SINGAPURA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I totally loves the bus &amp; mrt rides with him~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-3687261711542511029?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3687261711542511029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=3687261711542511029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3687261711542511029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3687261711542511029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/watched-tropic-thunder-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQSVU5BpF6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NOlkUW_oOWI/s72-c/tropicthunder_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4445955637964903531</id><published>2008-10-25T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:25:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNHEo02OwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xXk9oo5bqZg/s1600-h/Picture+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNHEo02OwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xXk9oo5bqZg/s320/Picture+10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261126934702996226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Congratulations Di~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Bertunang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with the secondary school frenz after work to go to my dear sweet Diyana's Engagement Day. She was soooo super excited &amp; bubbly. AND she looks so different than she is usually with us. Haha~ Make up do wonders to you huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Anyway, we had fun taking pictures. As usual. If u wanna see, please help urself by clicking the Friendster link at the left hand corner and go to DIYANA ENGAGEMENT ALBUM. Hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Di~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see you at the pelamin in 2 years time okay??&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh! I juz love this pic~!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNI1BKI61I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q1gOqqpBEbo/s1600-h/Picture+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNI1BKI61I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Q1gOqqpBEbo/s320/Picture+9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261128865380100946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, met up with the ex-colleagues to go to Abg Hairul House for last visit of Raya. As usual, we were entertained by his crappy jokes and stories. With him around, you definitely won't get bored. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt snap a lot of pictures. I guess 3 was just enuf~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNJ-io9f6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Mj8yyuZBnuY/s1600-h/Raya+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNJ-io9f6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Mj8yyuZBnuY/s320/Raya+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261130128498196386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, Lei, Yuzana, Kak Juliana &amp; Family (Sitting down), Abg Hairul &amp; his wife. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNKGKO1kzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hXOoRCt9C-E/s1600-h/Raya+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNKGKO1kzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/hXOoRCt9C-E/s320/Raya+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261130259385127730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lei, Diana &amp; Yuzana&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNKOo_fCYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/h1aWwNdKOOE/s1600-h/Raya+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNKOo_fCYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/h1aWwNdKOOE/s320/Raya+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261130405081188738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Me, Diana &amp; Yuzana&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ok. That's it for today. I'm shagged and wanna go to dreamland. Busy day again tomorrow and on Monday. Dang! No rest! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great long weekends all~! ^^ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4445955637964903531?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4445955637964903531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4445955637964903531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4445955637964903531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4445955637964903531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/congratulations-di-selamat-bertunang.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SQNHEo02OwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xXk9oo5bqZg/s72-c/Picture+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8367413740632475026</id><published>2008-10-23T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:43:39.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father is very weird neh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, my 2nd sis went back home late which is after 12 am. That is always a &lt;strong&gt;NO NO&lt;/strong&gt; in my family. Our curfew is always before 12am. So my father kept nagging aloud saying when my sis is getting home la....  where did she go until this late la..... can make him go nuts waiting for her la..... did she called and asked where is she now la..... etc. Then he will bang here and there showing us that he’s mad. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't mind my father doing this. 'Cause I know as a parent, of course they are worried for their own children. But what I don't get it is that why he didn't say anything to my 2nd sis when she got back home. It's as if nothing happened and it's ok for her to be back at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like whoever that my dad is angry at, will not get the nagging or scolding from him. It's the one at home that have to face &amp; deal with his wrath. (oooo I used a cheam word!! Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just so irritating but sometimes, I just get used to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone had their own way of showing love to their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hidden love perhaps??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8367413740632475026?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8367413740632475026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8367413740632475026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8367413740632475026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8367413740632475026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-father-is-very-weird-neh-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-540910151195845215</id><published>2008-10-22T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:16:18.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I just love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my life be full of suprises ahead~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-540910151195845215?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/540910151195845215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=540910151195845215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/540910151195845215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/540910151195845215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-love-surprises.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6016513293997984726</id><published>2008-10-21T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:27:15.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read the Cleo Magazine (November issue) this morning and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saw my problems being answered in the QA Life section. At that time, I was still in a sad/depressed/zombie/don't know what to do with my life kinda mood as it was still one month after my break up. And, I kinda depended on their answers at that time. But after seeing that mine was not published in each issue that came by, I kinda stop hoping for it to come and tried my best to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullilah~ with the help of my sisters, mum and my friends, I manage to come out of my trance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a section from the magazine that I took it out. (Of course I will not write what I had written to them 'cause then this will be a very long blog. Haha~!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend of three years made some bad decisions and was getting further into debt. I broke things off a month ago coz I knew I'd end up settling the debts if he couldn't do so. I now feel empty inside and wonder if I did the right thing. Isn't love supposed to be enough to make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The last sentence was the part that, made me realize this is the one that I wrote to them. And when I checked my email again, it was that qns that I ended with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular opinion, love doesn't solve everything. Of course it's important and wonderful, but that's not all there is to it. It's about common sense and discernment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes work, every single day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships have to exist on a day-to-day basis in the real world, and that’s where many people can’t accept the truth. There’s no such thing as a fairytale romance and maintaining a relationship requires hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were together for three years, so he's had more than a fair chance to prove himself. His irresponsibility is clear – instead of getting help, he's getting into more debt. Someone who can't manage money isn't the sort of life partner you'd want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remember your worth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a future with this guy, he needs to face up to his problems and show you he's changed. Otherwise you're always going to be picking up the pieces after him. Remember, you're worth more that that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I agree on some matters. Especially the sort of life partner tat I'd want. Anyway, I actually feel nothing after reading it. Haha! Maybe it's cause it's nothing to me now and that I'm OK! But thanks Cleo team for still cracking ur head to answer this. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I didn't make this decision for myself......&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wouldn't have met YOU. *smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6016513293997984726?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6016513293997984726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6016513293997984726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6016513293997984726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6016513293997984726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-cleo-magazine-november-issue-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-7200198470912968069</id><published>2008-10-20T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:20:55.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been busy during the weekends. Totally shagged until my body ache all over when I woke in the morning to go to work. Then I text my manager telling her I took 3 hours off in the morning and will only be coming in at 1pm. Haha! Cannot la~ Tired neh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do really enjoy my weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday after work, I met up with the ex-colleagues. It has been some time since I met them and it was great seeing them again! We really should arrange to meet up again soon. Anyway, the reason we met up was also to visit our ex-boss house at Lakme Terrace. O.o big house neh..... and their son made a home theater cinema kinda room with all the red curtains and 2 double seater sofa with spotlights at the steps. Really like a cinema!! And his son lets us tried out by showing us some of the Transformer movie in there. The sound system was totally better than cinema man!! I would love to have that in my house. Haha~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were taken but it's with Kak Ju's camera. Will definitely get it from here soon and uploaded it here or in my friendster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday~ Well, this is the day I've been waiting for. Haha~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with dearie after he got out from his reservist. Followed him home to change and then went out again. Manage to talk to his mum before that and I was actually surprised by how comfortable I am with his family around. I feel as though I’m part of them too. Can't wait to bring his family plus the nieces and nephews to the zoo on November!! ^^ Anyway back to the story, haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the Singapore Flyer that day! Been wanting to ride on that ever since it's opened up to the public. It was a nice ride. Nice view but I would probably like to ride it at night. Haha! Can see the stars~ and the lights of the city..... Haha~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stars, Stars, Stars, Stars..... U sure can see or not?" Dearie must be saying this in his head when he read this post. ROFL See stars nice mah.... Romantic wat... xP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, pictures were taken but I'm too lazy to post it here.. Those who wanted pictures, pls help yourself by clicking the friendster link at the left hand top corner under profile section and go to SINGAPORE FLYER album. Haha! The wonders of &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to my dear girl friend's open house. Yummy food! Haha~! Met Razinah, the 6 mths preggie mother there also. Been trying to meet up with her ever since our last meet up but we just couldn't set a date to meet up. So it was nice seeing her. ^^ I guess the next time we will be seeing her will be at the hospital eh...... hahaha~! Gotta planned a baby shower soon!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I went out Raya outing with the secondary school frenz. That was fun! Well minus the part when my left hand got slam by the car door. OUCH! 2nd finger and 3rd finger was swollen by the time I got home. My bad anyway.... oh well, it will be healed. No worries there. And pictures will be uploaded soon after I got it from the rest. Haha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now can you see how hectic my last weekends was??? &gt;&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the raya outing is done! FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my next event to look forward too?? &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apa lagi!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating la!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-7200198470912968069?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7200198470912968069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=7200198470912968069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/7200198470912968069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/7200198470912968069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-busy-during-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5452530063005500004</id><published>2008-10-13T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:55:21.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel different when I'm with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really different and I can't really explain what I'm goin thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still super duper shy when it comes to my feelings for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is very unlike me to be this way..... Very unlikely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; this, he says the same thing too. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl!! Explain this pls? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum saw the picture. She just smile and say sweeettt. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "I like your nephews &amp; nieces...."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Hmmm...I can see tat..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? You have been observing me?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Of course. Seeing that makes me &lt;33 u even more..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5452530063005500004?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5452530063005500004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5452530063005500004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5452530063005500004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5452530063005500004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-different-when-im-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4920799529188682262</id><published>2008-10-10T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:32:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeeee the market is so bad!!! Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have follow my Shen mei's advise and not checked my investments yesterday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish.... I lost 10k man!!! 10 bloody K!!!!!!! My 4 years hard earn money... Sobs sobs….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mei ask me to relax and told me to let the market to go up first before I do anything. It will be waste if I do anything now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haishhh... heart pain le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobs Sobs. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4920799529188682262?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4920799529188682262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4920799529188682262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4920799529188682262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4920799529188682262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/eeeeee-market-is-so-bad-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5975267027040457107</id><published>2008-10-02T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:59:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Pictures!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTb4Xos_RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AB75UdKD2WI/s1600-h/DSC02829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTb4Xos_RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AB75UdKD2WI/s400/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252564826884734226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Us with the cousins and their kids on our father's side.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTcd_GepzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kZMWnJDBGSU/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTcd_GepzI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kZMWnJDBGSU/s400/DSC02834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252565473133766450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My sisters&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTdMLp3mcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/raCK-wez1Hk/s1600-h/DSC02844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTdMLp3mcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/raCK-wez1Hk/s320/DSC02844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566266777409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;2nd sis &amp; me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTdiikxdGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/igGG4o9ceXY/s1600-h/DSC02845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTdiikxdGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/igGG4o9ceXY/s320/DSC02845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566650887173218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My sisters &lt;33&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTd1LOvu9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/mYH1yfh5IG4/s1600-h/DSC02846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTd1LOvu9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/mYH1yfh5IG4/s320/DSC02846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252566971038284754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;3rd, 4th sis &amp; Me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTeJPV5otI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wZZx9SbCE1g/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTeJPV5otI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wZZx9SbCE1g/s320/DSC02872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252567315739419346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mum &amp; Nisa&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTegpCj-uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MYE5P01VXCo/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTegpCj-uI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MYE5P01VXCo/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252567717774621410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;3rd &amp; 4th sis&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTe12lKt2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M3YXe7RN4Qk/s1600-h/DSC02875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTe12lKt2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/M3YXe7RN4Qk/s320/DSC02875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252568082186680162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My pretty sisters &lt;33&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTfIetKZpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/G86J45k8HP0/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTfIetKZpI/AAAAAAAAAJY/G86J45k8HP0/s320/DSC02877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252568402195277458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mum &amp; Me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTfdkNkh3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vyxsOVHbKiE/s1600-h/DSC02894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTfdkNkh3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vyxsOVHbKiE/s320/DSC02894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252568764450637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My dad spoil the pic! -.-"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTf3N4ru0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Krh5yBM2TIk/s1600-h/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTf3N4ru0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Krh5yBM2TIk/s320/DSC02898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252569205134048066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;SnapShot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTgJ1U7m4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/T3DJBCG6HW8/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTgJ1U7m4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/T3DJBCG6HW8/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252569524959157122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My 2nd sis take this format. LOL~ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTgYZlpK1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c3lFl6_l7sY/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTgYZlpK1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c3lFl6_l7sY/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252569775211096914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now this is much more better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. For more pictures... at friendster. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5975267027040457107?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5975267027040457107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5975267027040457107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5975267027040457107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5975267027040457107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SOTb4Xos_RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AB75UdKD2WI/s72-c/DSC02829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4636897904277523480</id><published>2008-10-02T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:54:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Expressing my feelings was normally an easy job for me during my previous relationship. I DO NOT know why it is hard for me now. I kinda feel shy when the topic of feelings of the heart pop out in our conversation. What does this mean?? Can anyone enlighten me? LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night phone call was a very nice and meaningful one. If YOU are reading this, let me say that I'm honoured okies. *smiles* very honoured. Nobody has said to me ever~ (HAH! Girl! You better dun tease him har!! Or else I wont talk to you. HAHAH! Like real~) I really owe you one girl~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... hari raya outing was fun fun fun. Pictures will be upload later.&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;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Someone will be very lucky... if that someone have you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4636897904277523480?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4636897904277523480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4636897904277523480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4636897904277523480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4636897904277523480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/expressing-my-feelings-was-normally.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2720179997447236813</id><published>2008-10-01T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:44:09.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;TO ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA &lt;br /&gt;AIDILFITRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GREAT TIME ON THIS JOYFULL DAY WITH UR FAMILY/RELATIVES.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2720179997447236813?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2720179997447236813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2720179997447236813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2720179997447236813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2720179997447236813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-all-my-muslim-friends-selamat-hari.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4251740860324268576</id><published>2008-09-22T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:32:44.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my.... 9 more days to Hari Raya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent finished baking my hari raya goodies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die~ LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years back on this ramadhan month, I met someone I thought could be with me in my life. I did tried to make it work. But the other party does not show to me that he's also making it work. Well, to be honest, the other party doesnt let me know so I do not know what is going on in his head. Sigh I dunno.... the thing is I make the decision for myself. That's the important thing right? Whatever I do I have to think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this year's ramadhan, I was introduced to someone by my best girlfrenz. Let say that it was kinda of a set up. Haha~ But in the end, it was great that she did that. Right now I'm taking one step at a time in getting to know this someone. He's nice, caring, and we seems to have lotsa in common. A pisces and a saggitarius... Hmmm... haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girl. Who knows this might work....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4251740860324268576?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4251740860324268576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4251740860324268576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4251740860324268576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4251740860324268576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1244887356360463891</id><published>2008-09-18T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:02:05.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god. I'm getting lazy &amp; lazier at work on this fasting month. I wonder why... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be because of not enough sleep? That I, myself do not know. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I met the sec. schl frenz yesterday to break fast with them. It was great meeting them again. LOL! Reminiscing our old times and catching up with new stuffs that has been going on in our lives. Oh, we discuss on the raya outing too. Can we please dun rent a lorry?? LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Congratulations to my dear swt frenz, Mar who is 3 mths preggie!! Heheh~ We are so glad for u.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to my poly frenz, Razinah who is 5 mths preggie with a girl... ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaa.... Becoming auntie to these two kids... I can't wait! Hehe.... &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Awak.... you definitely will love my mum when you meet her..... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to hear that. ^^ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1244887356360463891?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1244887356360463891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1244887356360463891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1244887356360463891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1244887356360463891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-466061460414082008</id><published>2008-09-12T10:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:20:11.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Money can be earned&lt;br /&gt;Life for the future can be build.&lt;br /&gt;But finding someone who loves &lt;br /&gt;for who you are..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not easy to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, Ms Vandetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;strong&gt;AM Mayhem &lt;/strong&gt;for the advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always keep that in mind whenever I feel so doubtful of my own decision in life. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-466061460414082008?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/466061460414082008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=466061460414082008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/466061460414082008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/466061460414082008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/money-can-be-earned-life-for-future-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5592781680344388188</id><published>2008-09-06T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:56:28.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang. Audition was not functioning yesterday. So sianz. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey at least I gotta chat with Alex~ So u gotta thanks them hon~ Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's great that I talk to you or else I wouldn't know about this dance crew thingy. And because of that curiosity, it lead me to watch Step Up 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy! The show was so dang gd! Why didnt I watch it earlier? Geez. Oh! I know. My 3rd sis commented that it was not so gd. She said that Step Up was way better. And since I had watch Step Up and find it boring. I thought the 2nd was worse. But hell no!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex!! You make me fall for this Adam Sevani Guy!! Crap, he's only 17 but he doesn't looked like 17!! I totally DIG his dance moves. I think I'm crazy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Adam Sevani - Moose in Step Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy3x3qOu9-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy3x3qOu9-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step Up 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fv-cQrD4MS0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5592781680344388188?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5592781680344388188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5592781680344388188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5592781680344388188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5592781680344388188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/09/dang.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6127733756278140819</id><published>2008-08-31T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:50:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;To all my muslim friends~!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT MENJALANI IBADAH PUASA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee.... fasting month time~ So fast &gt;&lt;" Next thing you know, I'm busy making the cornflakes honey, chocolate chip cookies, and other goodies for Hari Raya.... Dots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love it~ Haha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA~!~! ^^ &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6127733756278140819?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6127733756278140819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6127733756278140819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6127733756278140819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6127733756278140819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/next-thing-you-know-im-busy-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8438835533452122491</id><published>2008-08-26T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:08:47.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just so lucky in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever be happy in my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8438835533452122491?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8438835533452122491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8438835533452122491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8438835533452122491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8438835533452122491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh-some-people-are-just-so-lucky-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8339331490240010744</id><published>2008-08-26T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:29:44.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear swts Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for doing the quiz. I know you don't do this kinda stuffs. And you do this just for me. Awwwwww Can I Hug you? lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my name in one of the taglist but I already did the quiz so I won't do it all again. So I let you know my answers about you from no. 2 to no. 11. Ok? Hehe~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with her/him is?&lt;br /&gt;Good Friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impression of her/him?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, Funny, Professional, Music Lover and............. Cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done you? &lt;br /&gt;The precious goodbye gifts and big big memorable card that I received at my ex-workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said for you? &lt;br /&gt;That I'm her bloody good frenz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Urmm dun la, dun encourage. Against religion you know!! LOL~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she become you lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Dun understand what I said above is it? o.O If I’m the opposite gender, then I can answer okay. Haha~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm..... I won’t. Cause I’m not the type to be an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be? &lt;br /&gt;Confirm dun understand English!! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is? &lt;br /&gt;Give her a huuuuggggeeeee big hug~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day swts~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8339331490240010744?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8339331490240010744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8339331490240010744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8339331490240010744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8339331490240010744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dear-swts-diana-thank-you-for-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4747262814212676740</id><published>2008-08-26T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:16:03.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was tag by xanxan to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks swts. You make my blog more livelier. Haha. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The person who tag/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;Swt xanxan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your relationship with her/him is?&lt;br /&gt;Online audition game frenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your five impression of her/him?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm….. sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, &amp; sweet. Hehe. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she had done you?&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm we just knew each other. Hmm tag me this quiz? Haha. Make my blog livelier mah~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she had said for you?&lt;br /&gt;At my taggy!! -hanyue;xann: JADEEEE ! ^______^ &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If he/she become your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Ouh.. I dunno. No experience in becoming a lesbianz. So dunno. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If he/she become you lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Again. I dunno wor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If he/she become your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;A sweet person will never become an enemy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, that’s not gonna happened so no reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;Give her a hug!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Nice and sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm... bubbly?? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt; I’m a S.L.O.W and blur person. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate about yourself are?&lt;br /&gt; Ouhhh being too soft-hearted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you wanna be is?&lt;br /&gt; My mother!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt; Thanks for being there for me!!! Huggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 person that you wished to know how they feel about you. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nana&lt;br /&gt;2) Shen&lt;br /&gt;3) Alex &lt;br /&gt;4) Reen Reira&lt;br /&gt;5) Samuel (SpikeHotDog)&lt;br /&gt;6) Azlin&lt;br /&gt;7) Diana&lt;br /&gt;8) Yuri Alex&lt;br /&gt;9) Faezah&lt;br /&gt;10) Fyra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no. 6 (Azlin) having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Ouhhh... ermmm someone by the name of...  &gt;&lt; I know it start with Na something something. STM - SHORT TERM MEMORY. I just read ur blog lin… zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no. 9 (Faezah) a male or female?&lt;br /&gt; Obviously female. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If no. 7 (Diana) and 10 (Fyra) are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt; Ermmm unless they are lesbianz. Then maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no. 2 (Shen) studying about?&lt;br /&gt; Ermm... she's working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3 (Alex)?&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday morning. Oh wait... or was it on Friday nite? Alex! Did we chat on Saturday? Again STM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 (Yuri Alex) like?&lt;br /&gt;Ouhhhhhh.... Ermmm Ermmm… Music from the Beatles. Haha... Did I got it right Yuri? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 (Nana) have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah. Me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no. 3 (Alex)?&lt;br /&gt;Woo Alex?? Hmm... Yeah. Maybe. But usually I don't woo guys. They woo me. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no. 7 (Diana)?&lt;br /&gt; Diana?? My b~~!! If I was a lesbianz.... then yes. Haha. Luv ya b~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no. 4 (Reen Reira) single?&lt;br /&gt; Ouhh... Sensitive question. Yes apparently she is. Be stong mei~ &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no. 5 (Samuel)? &lt;br /&gt; Oh oh... I dunno~ Chinese name I rarely memorise the whole name. &gt;&lt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What’s the hobby of no. 10 (Fyra)?&lt;br /&gt; Alamak! Hobby? Ermm… lost contact with her le. Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no. 5 (Samuel) &amp; no. 9 (Faezah) get along well?&lt;br /&gt; Sammy &amp; Faezah??? They barely knew each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no. 2 (Shen) studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, she’s working. Unless she has a part time study that I dunno about. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Talk something casually about no. 1. (Nana)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm sometimes she’s funny to the max, and sometimes she’s stubborn. -.-" Luv ya sis!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no. 6 (Azlin)?&lt;br /&gt; Azlin? Ermm....... so far no. &gt;&lt;" I'm straight hor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no. 9 (Faezah) live at?&lt;br /&gt; Oh my~ I dunno the exact location. Yew Tee area~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour does no. 4(Reen Reira) like?&lt;br /&gt; Pink?? o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no. 5 (Sammy) and 1(Nana) bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt; Sammy and Nana? o.O uhh no. they dunno each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is no. 7 (Diana) the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt; Heh~ My b ar~~ Always sexy~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is no. 6 (Azlin) doing now?&lt;br /&gt; Ermm now? Working I guess. I dunno her shift hor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..... that’s it. Now I gotta go back to work!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who I tag, have fun doing the quiz!!! Hehe. ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4747262814212676740?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4747262814212676740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4747262814212676740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4747262814212676740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4747262814212676740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/was-tag-by-xanxan-to-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-957003629700588393</id><published>2008-08-25T01:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:47:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WeEEeeeEEeeEeeeee!~! I changed my blogskin! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not easy you know! Been changing it since 8pm. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the result looOOookss good! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends were practically boring~ Just staying at home. Playing audition with online frenz and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some new frenz around my age and even more older. That's cool!! Even if it's just a minority of us playing audition, it's still great to find that there are others age group like me who plays this. Hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting good at beat ups nowadays but not enough to beat those beat up pros! Especially SpikeHotDog! Yes Samuel~ I'm referring to you. Haha~ Nvm... I will train somemore~ ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some of my achievements @ &lt;b&gt;BEAT UP&lt;/b&gt;. (To those who dunno what I'm talking about, sorry about that. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGc-20EiGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TW4iL-5Jcc/s1600-h/2008_8_11_21.52.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGc-20EiGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TW4iL-5Jcc/s400/2008_8_11_21.52.3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238140445288335458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;3245 Techno Party @ 15 miss. This was before I change my IGN. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGdNoZRCcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3I9cT1lkxE/s1600-h/2008_8_14_22.26.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGdNoZRCcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/s3I9cT1lkxE/s400/2008_8_14_22.26.32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238140699115850178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Played 3245 Techno Party Again. And this time 7 miss. Hehe ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGdg6EP66I/AAAAAAAAAII/rob8z20_V4Y/s1600-h/2008_6_30_19.12.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGdg6EP66I/AAAAAAAAAII/rob8z20_V4Y/s400/2008_6_30_19.12.43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238141030277049250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt; Ex-IGN: -F1p3r-XP Beat City. 0 miss. But this is common. Just wanna put up. Haha! xP&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and have to get up early. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-957003629700588393?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/957003629700588393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=957003629700588393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/957003629700588393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/957003629700588393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SLGc-20EiGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6TW4iL-5Jcc/s72-c/2008_8_11_21.52.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2298280986990032269</id><published>2008-08-20T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T04:12:15.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today ain't my day at all! Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all!! I was late for the collection at work. Well, that is if I took the MRT. So I decided to take a taxi since the last time I did took it cost me just 12 bucks. That's fine by me. But NoooOooooOo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One stupid red small car broke down at the centre lane ard bukit timah area causing the big jam!! Idiot!! And it cost me 20 bucks!!! Just to get to dover road!! And Mr Ong with the other part-timers were all waiting for me. -.-" So much for being early by taking taxi... Ughhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly!!! When I drop out from the taxi, I saw HIM outside taking a breather of his cigg. Seeing him there, I thought I try to be cool and all. Guess what happened next?? I slipped!! -.-"" Right infront of him. It was raining and the lobby floor was wet. Luckiy I managed to balance myself. But still!!! Paiseh le~!~!(Ermm Alex, if u reading this, that means embarrasing. hehe..) So I just act nothing happened and pass by him. Haiz... I think i'm always gonna be clumsy. Tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next? Well something cocked up at work. One of my colleague didnt do something that he was supposed to do. A big headache for me as auditors had come and we couldnt tell them to come other days right? Oh well, I shall not say anymore abt this here. Tooooooo work politics. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I managed to settle the above matter, I was like thinking... what a bad day to start... Then my mum called. I was looking at my hp and i was like... "what izzit now?" And guess what? She called me saying that she received the stupid bike letter. That's it!! I was so pissed off that I really couldnt concentrate on my work. I hate it when I received that letter. Haiz... I dunno what HE is doing. Is he working or not? How can you survive working when no income is coming in? How can you stand working your a$$ off when you cant get any $$ in your pockets?? Please la! Do something about it. Be considerate and work it out. I prefer if YOU find a job that pays u monthly. Even the job doesnt give you BIG bucks!! At least it can pay your LIABILITIES bit by bit. Can't you understand that at all?? Can please dun create trouble for me?? I had settled the previous 2 mths and here I thought you can settle it from now. But nooo.... since the day that I paid up, you didnt even settle it until now. Sigh~~ Dun tell me you been working your a$$ off trying to get money... I know that but looked, u gain nothing at all. I had enough of this! Do something!! Or are you trying to take revenge of what I did??? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is not my day at all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2298280986990032269?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2298280986990032269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2298280986990032269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2298280986990032269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2298280986990032269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-aint-my-day-at-all-sigh-first-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8130957380554804151</id><published>2008-08-09T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:51:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-VRvgAGBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MwBCn97pL-I/s1600-h/P8091117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-VRvgAGBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MwBCn97pL-I/s320/P8091117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237569023696181266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Selamat Pengantin Baru you 2!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? After the night tour, I went back to get some sleep so that I can attend my sec mate wedding. But NooOOOo!! When I woke up, my head was dizzy. I felt weak and was sooOoo Cold!! Mum asked to check my temperature and guess wat I found!! Sick with fever!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Amin. Couldn't attend your once-in-your-lifetime- wedding ceremony~ &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Congratulations again! ^^ Wish you all the best and May this be the beginning of a wonderful journey fill with happiness, good health with RINA. Hehe!! Now since all of ur dilemmas are gone... Next step!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina!! I want to be an auntie!! Haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8130957380554804151?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8130957380554804151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8130957380554804151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8130957380554804151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8130957380554804151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyway-congratulations-again-wish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-VRvgAGBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MwBCn97pL-I/s72-c/P8091117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2337468003086516814</id><published>2008-08-09T08:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:40:51.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Night Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workplace had organize the night tour event for the members in conjunction to celebrate National Day Eve on 8/08/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night tour starts with a movie, visiting the fishing port, eat durian around tanjong katong area, supper at tanjong katong, and watching the sunrise at the East Coast Park Jetty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it first came out in the poster, I wanted to join in the fun too and was about to let my colleague know when I realised it's on the same day as my friend's solemnization. &lt;em&gt;(previous post)&lt;/em&gt; &gt;&lt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, at a last minute, I did manage to join the fun with them after attending my Amin's Solemization. Since it's once in a life time for me to stay overnight outside, I took this opportunity to go even when I had to attend Amin's Sanding the next day. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, the night tour begins with a movie, "The Journey to the Centre of the Earth" at Jurong Point. The movie was A okay. Short, action thrill, and funny... Too bad we didn't manage to snap a pic at the movie with the colleagues as everyone is busy munching popcorn! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lazy mode now, so let the pictures do the magic now eh... hehe.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-SnWhP7qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W-9Fk_f-AHM/s1600-h/GrpPic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-SnWhP7qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W-9Fk_f-AHM/s320/GrpPic2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237566096412765858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us at the Fishing Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-S_F1s4NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IjfhjvRgQv0/s1600-h/GrpPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-S_F1s4NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IjfhjvRgQv0/s320/GrpPic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237566504252006610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Pic but this time Catherine wants to be in. Haha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TJkiWXwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ISmTsZdHypw/s1600-h/Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TJkiWXwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ISmTsZdHypw/s320/Fish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237566684291030786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big RIGHT?? my eyes went o_O when I saw this fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TSXjUi9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/g0_tfazxJlA/s1600-h/StingRay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TSXjUi9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/g0_tfazxJlA/s320/StingRay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237566835424267218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sting Ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TdV_xWmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7MiDmAV5shE/s1600-h/Prawns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TdV_xWmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7MiDmAV5shE/s320/Prawns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237567023985285730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prawns! So big le~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-Tlkj9dlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ln1HOG989pE/s1600-h/Caption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-Tlkj9dlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ln1HOG989pE/s320/Caption.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237567165334124114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caption! Caption~! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Seller: Come! Pick &amp; choose your fish! Fresh from the sea... Lai Lai~~ &lt;br /&gt;Zul: Ermm... how much ya? (LoL~ I dun even know what he was searching in Cat's bag)&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: Hmm... I wonder which one is good? (Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;And who's that in the background??? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TtlEyXSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vZt6wBvZIPs/s1600-h/MenAnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-TtlEyXSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vZt6wBvZIPs/s320/MenAnn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237567302910762274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; Kak Ann. Sry abt the blur pic. Obviously I didnt take the pic. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-T2LTtRBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E7rSFidWPJM/s1600-h/Clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-T2LTtRBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/E7rSFidWPJM/s320/Clouds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237567450612843538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-UL7QLfrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fbX9iDpy2WA/s1600-h/IMG_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-UL7QLfrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fbX9iDpy2WA/s320/IMG_4699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237567824260202162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well... this is a dissapointment to the members who went. They expected to see a sunrise but well let's say the nature won't allow it. The sky were not clear as u can see and couldn't see the sunrise. Some member even were equipped with camera on tripods. &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2337468003086516814?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2337468003086516814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2337468003086516814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2337468003086516814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2337468003086516814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/night-tour-my-workplace-had-organize.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK-SnWhP7qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W-9Fk_f-AHM/s72-c/GrpPic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8964275647164131433</id><published>2008-08-08T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:44:36.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amin &amp; Rina's Solemnization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 8/8/08 marks the beginning journey of my secondary schl mate who will end his bachelor days! Haha! I'm glad that me and my friends were able to be part of this important event of his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to write all the details down so we let the pictures tell the story yar... Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2Jnckne3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/bH9jcPtnavs/s1600-h/P8081092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2Jnckne3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/bH9jcPtnavs/s320/P8081092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236993252479433586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sign that says it all for tomorrow. Haha! This was just outside the LRT station!! Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2J341hSWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pziIB4ydGxw/s1600-h/P8081093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2J341hSWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pziIB4ydGxw/s320/P8081093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236993534944430434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amin getting prepared to go over to the wife-to-be place. Right now you can still see him smile, but his face changed when it's time to go. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2KODauNwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vqXllgxS744/s1600-h/P8081094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2KODauNwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vqXllgxS744/s320/P8081094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236993915741943554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The things for the wife-to-be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2Kj5YPf2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ENVCDbkghs/s1600-h/P8081095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2Kj5YPf2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3ENVCDbkghs/s320/P8081095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236994291004309346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;em&gt;Hantaran&lt;/em&gt;. I like this. It's so stylish to put it like a &lt;em&gt;Qur'an&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2K5EwPQKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H-I_HKDfxGE/s1600-h/P8081098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2K5EwPQKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/H-I_HKDfxGE/s320/P8081098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236994654834999458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The wife-to-be, Rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2LKXmksVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P31Kr-beeLY/s1600-h/P8081099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2LKXmksVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P31Kr-beeLY/s320/P8081099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236994951952511314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah!! Finally!! Haha~ Amin going to see Rina after the &lt;em&gt;akad nikah&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the solemnization pics ends here. Not much pictures taken as the place was a bit crowded. But me and the ladies did manage to take a pic of ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can't upload it yet as she hasn't been replying any of my emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... I guess I have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8964275647164131433?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8964275647164131433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8964275647164131433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8964275647164131433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8964275647164131433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/amin-rinas-solemnization-today-8808.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SK2Jnckne3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/bH9jcPtnavs/s72-c/P8081092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6787587777545202526</id><published>2008-08-08T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:11:20.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SJ1s5SvtMcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cUj9Av4PkQA/s1600-h/Colleagues.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232458073614660034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SJ1s5SvtMcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cUj9Av4PkQA/s320/Colleagues.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin Staffs of Singapore Polytechnic Graduates' Guild Lunchies at Mad Jack Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price is cheap and the quality of the food is A ok... Check out the Spicy Fries with Cheese too. Yummy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6787587777545202526?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6787587777545202526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6787587777545202526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6787587777545202526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6787587777545202526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/admin-staffs-of-singapore-polytechnic.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SJ1s5SvtMcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cUj9Av4PkQA/s72-c/Colleagues.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5726088775152675051</id><published>2008-08-08T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:19:18.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's August and as I looked back, it has been 3 months since I step into the single hood world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;alhamdullilah&lt;/em&gt;, I'm fine~ as in not having doubts or questioning if what I did was right or wrong. No. I can't do that. It has been done and it's no use contemplating on my decision. I have to believe in myself. If what I do is for my own good self, then I think I make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, don't know if you still read my blog ‘cause the last time I checked during our 3 yrs relationship, you didn't. However, I believe you still check here and there after that recent outburst in my tag. I hope you are well and are doing good. Go and achieve your dreams. I think its better this way. You do not need any of my setbacks to pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm well and in fact, I'm doing better than before. As I looked back on the 1st month after the break up, I'm much way better now. Right now, I'm always being optimistic and thought of a ways to enjoy my weekends or weekdays. I've been picking up Swarovski Beading Jewelery as a new hobby~ And I'm loving it~ Apart from having new accessories in my collection, I can sell it too. And my colleagues really love it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography will be my next one. But I have to get the CANON camera that I've been eyeing first. With the extra savings I have put aside, I think I'm able to get a 2nd hand one. I've been saving more recently. I like that. Just by seeing that hard earn money that I have put aside felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what surprise me was the difference in me before and after a relationship. I used to remember that before I step into the relationship, I was always searching for love and eager to get into a relationship. I used to have a lot of guy friends. &gt;.&lt; Come to think of it, I kinda feel stupid for behaving that way. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now after the break-up, I'm like tooo lazy to do that. I leave it to God Hands in my destiny~. If my mum/dad/auntie/relative has found someone in mind who is stabilize and good enough for me, I don't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I just wanna enjoy my life with the friends that I had now and my family~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the answer to that also.&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin &amp;amp; Rina's solemnization is today!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeeeee~ Gd luck my friend!! Don't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kan cheong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll cya tonite with the rest~ ^^ Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5726088775152675051?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5726088775152675051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5726088775152675051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5726088775152675051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5726088775152675051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-august-and-as-i-looked-back-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-7313775834351033683</id><published>2008-08-06T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:37:07.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn wasted~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gain today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just glancing here and there again. But this time, I caught some of his glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only improvement we had was that we did manage to talk. Well I don't think that is considered as improvement 'cause he just wanna clarify the no. of bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, when me and my manager walk back to the main office, we passed by them coming out from the gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say our goodbyes and thank yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we just pass by......... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk...... Wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-7313775834351033683?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7313775834351033683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=7313775834351033683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/7313775834351033683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/7313775834351033683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8383019499914952532</id><published>2008-08-04T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:02:50.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SJcY8Ftb8NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ygNTOmtLyIY/s1600-h/theloveguru_gallerytheatrical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230676912818090194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SJcY8Ftb8NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ygNTOmtLyIY/s320/theloveguru_gallerytheatrical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my lucky day! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana brought me along to a free movie premiere of 'The Love Guru'. ^^ Her frenz couldnt make it so I'm the lucky one. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came to my mind when she said about the movie was the Ross &amp;amp; Shan take you to the movies!! Haha! Cause I remember they were going to watch it today with the listeners that won the tickets. And I thought I glimpse a figure of Shan in the movies but oh well, I dunno if it's him anyway. Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Anyway, back to the movie. OMG!!! It was so hillarious man! Though it's kinda lame and crappy and disgusting and full of sexual humour... It's kinda hard to explain it here so you just got to watch it yourself! Lolx. Oh ya~ It's NC16 hor... Haha! The attendant who tear up the tickets looked at us and asked.. "Over 16 right?" -.-" Liikkkee DUH!!! Do we looked like teenagers? LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had fun! I have not been laughing out that hard before. By the end of the show, my cheeks were sore from laughing out. Since the show start till the end. Non-stop! I even like the audience too~ Its like all of us laugh together... ewwww together... LOL!~! This is definitely a good movie to destress! Haha. Especially if you watch it with guys..... More fun! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks B~ For bringing me along~ Hope you have fun too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next time we meet, we do the knock it down handshake eh.... Hahahaha~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8383019499914952532?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8383019499914952532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8383019499914952532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8383019499914952532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8383019499914952532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-my-lucky-day-haha-diana.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SJcY8Ftb8NI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ygNTOmtLyIY/s72-c/theloveguru_gallerytheatrical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1644013012855701397</id><published>2008-07-27T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:30:52.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pot Luck! Pot Luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeeEeee! Just got back from the meeting with the secondary schl friends. We wanted to discuss on Amin's nikah matter as we planned to go together as a group. His nikah is on friday nite and Sanding will be on saturday. So of course we as the close classmates must go along on both days!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since Mar haven't plan any 'Open House' for her new home (ehem ehem... haha!) We decided to come to her house without being invited. Haha! But hey, we are not that bad you know... At least each of us brought something to eat. Oh! We also wanted to see Mar n Hirwan's wedding pictures and video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! Talking about the wedding pictures.. I couldn't believe it when I opened the album. It was full of our faces. Each of us. Lolx. Okay, I try not to exaggerate but it's true. There are some of our faces taken secretly by the photographer!! All our candid pictures with us laughing was taken nicely man! Are we that obvious to be recognised as a close friends to them? Wow~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the video was so nice~~~ It's like a story!! They put the groom's scenes first then coming to the bride... then the Akad Nikah... then the Sanding... And in the end, they even act by walking towards the camera and then the video show them walking away but before it end, they turn back and wave!! Hahaha!! That one I can't take it. All of us laugh out loud! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all really had a fun time hanging out together at Mar's house joking around... reminiscing our secondary school days by looking at old pictures of us and laughing at our childish style. Boy! That was really like a long time.. and I'm glad that we are still together. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227927663588215826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1UguOdDBI/AAAAAAAAADw/3_hJg-acMDo/s320/Food+Glory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Glory!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Mushroom Bee Hoon &amp;amp; Cocktail Jelly&lt;br /&gt;Di - Macaroni Goreng&lt;br /&gt;Lin - Old Chang Kee Chicken Wing&lt;br /&gt;Mar - Satay Goreng&lt;br /&gt;Amin - Al-Azhar's Daging &amp;amp; Pizza Murtabak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928129417349426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1U71kxiTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JTOEPxkw_lE/s320/Di+%26+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di &amp;amp; Me enjoying our food! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928339063582258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1VICkVLjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LVtbiHKjvkI/s320/Amin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amin trying to be funny! Amin!! Kau kena diet oi~~ 8 August nanti.. baju pengantin tak muat mcm mana? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928638045231602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1VZcXHGfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kBf-oOejyio/s320/Tea+break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tea break at 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227928849870028354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1VlxeE_kI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-2a4sYmF1gg/s320/The+guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jejaka-Jejaka yg tampan! ^^ (Amin, Mirzan, Hirwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227929026154610930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1VwCLmQPI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SS8kbOezZKs/s320/The+Ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, wanita-wanita yg anggun~ (Mar, Lin, As (Me) &amp;amp; Di)  hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mar &amp;amp; Wan's Video&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bride &amp;amp; groom long speech.&lt;br /&gt;Wan: Dah akhir sekali.... Selamat Pengantin Baru Kepada Kami!!&lt;br /&gt;Mar: Yay~!~! (with peace sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Mar!! Tak boleh angkat!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1644013012855701397?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1644013012855701397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1644013012855701397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1644013012855701397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1644013012855701397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/pot-luck-pot-luck-weeeeeee-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SI1UguOdDBI/AAAAAAAAADw/3_hJg-acMDo/s72-c/Food+Glory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1715043104872528098</id><published>2008-07-26T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:30:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why so Seerrrioussss?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch "The Dark Knight" with the girlfriends today. Lin &amp;amp; Mar was the only one who can make it. And since Lin wanted to watch that show so bad. We just went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was good. Full of action non-stop. I think my dad would definitely love this show! Haha. Anyway, the JOKER was damn good I tell you. The make up, the acting and the facial expression.... The way the late Heath Ledger portrayed the character was so scary. The JOKER doesn't even looked like him... Nor his voice!!! He really brought the character to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music makes it even more suspense when the villain was trying or hesitating to kill any hostage that they get hold onto while the Hero or someone else was there to save them. It really brought me to the edge of my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The show was very long. Starts around 3.30pm and we went out from the cinema around 6 pm. Long show but worth it. Action pack lovers.... You really gotta watch this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: Lin... Mar... Next time kalau kita tgk cerita comic characters, I bawakkan panadol okay? So you all tak pening2 lepas tgk cerita tuh... Hehehe. Love hanging out with you guys! We’ll do it again~ Oh, We are meeting tomorrow!! Weeeeeee!! ^^ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-1715043104872528098?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1715043104872528098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1715043104872528098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1715043104872528098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1715043104872528098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-so-seerrrioussss-watch-dark-knight.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-3964440723772434415</id><published>2008-07-23T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:24:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooo la la ~!~!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dressed up today. Dunno what’s the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a cap on his head and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last encounter with saying bye2 to him and him, raising his eyebrow like saying… “Eh… she’s talking to me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…. Is that why he dressed up? Haha~! God knows la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gain nothing so far that day. Just glancing here and there. Same goes for him which I had notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine asked me, “How come you didn’t ask him like… waaaa… y so dressed up?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; Elaine!!! Ps leh~ What will he be thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next collection then. We’ll see what will happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on those crystals bracelet will be up next. Both of my colleagues loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The satisfcation of seeing their face lit up. Priceless! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-3964440723772434415?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3964440723772434415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=3964440723772434415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3964440723772434415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3964440723772434415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/ooo-la-la-he-dressed-up-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4830252958193046179</id><published>2008-07-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T00:39:34.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! It's Saturday already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like I had just wrote the previous entry 2 days ago. The time totally run like madness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this will be a short post 'cause I'm too tired to write more. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking of a new design for 2 upcoming swarovski bracelet during the week and manage to buy the materials today. Went with mum to Far East to get it as she wanted to get along. She too was mesmerized by the sparkling crystals like the first time I had step into the shop. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everything that I wanted. However, I realise that I had taken the wrong black crystals which my colleague wanted. ZzzZzz. I had only realise it when I was trying to do her bracelet a few hours ago. Sigh.... I guess I had to go there again and get the right colour. It has to be perfect as they are paying for it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzZzz my eyes are closing soon and I think I continue blogging tomorrow, that is if I had finished the two new design and both of my colleagues' orders for the bracelet. LoL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4830252958193046179?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4830252958193046179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4830252958193046179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4830252958193046179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4830252958193046179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-its-saturday-already-it-felt-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8627039997328959146</id><published>2008-07-13T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:38:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sianz.... It's nearly the end of the weekend!! Back to work tomorrow.... ZzzzZzz I'm still in the mood to enjoy. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent the sunday by doing my own projects which I'm halfway planning to sell off. But right now, I'm just doing my sample first before I compile the whole lot and put in the internet for the world of multipliers (multiply.com) to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn4QaZF5PI/AAAAAAAAACo/c2DDwYsUbSY/s1600-h/Items.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222478203758961906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn4QaZF5PI/AAAAAAAAACo/c2DDwYsUbSY/s200/Items.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I start showing my project, let me tell you the time I first step into the beads shop to buy the items that I needed. I met Diana, my friend/ex-colleague from MSC to catch up with times at Orchard on Wednesday and also have the intention to buy the beads plus the other items at the same time. My mind was made up as to what kinds of beads and jewels I want to buy but the moment I step into the shop. OMG! There's tons of different kinds of jewels and beads that I don't even know which one to choose. They were all sparkling so bright and shiny asking me to choose them! Haha! Oh well, in the end after much searching and asking for Diana's opinion, I finally bought the items that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that items, I end with these 3 bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black Pearls with Swarovski Black Crystals - Black Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn75oh06QI/AAAAAAAAACw/tABLjhByRs0/s1600-h/Black+Bracelet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222482210463213826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn75oh06QI/AAAAAAAAACw/tABLjhByRs0/s200/Black+Bracelet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn75xwbLPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MeWCtZdLG4o/s1600-h/Black+bracelet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222482212940360946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn75xwbLPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MeWCtZdLG4o/s200/Black+bracelet+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink Crystals - Pinkish Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn-ML_EpyI/AAAAAAAAADA/3OwQa_Qo0ps/s1600-h/Pink+Bracelet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484728242022178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn-ML_EpyI/AAAAAAAAADA/3OwQa_Qo0ps/s200/Pink+Bracelet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn-MP1vYjI/AAAAAAAAADI/2x7nwJ02ShM/s1600-h/Pink+Bracelet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222484729276621362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn-MP1vYjI/AAAAAAAAADI/2x7nwJ02ShM/s200/Pink+Bracelet+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brown Crystal with flowers - Elegant Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHoAGULy85I/AAAAAAAAADQ/cW0dqL6hSYU/s1600-h/Brown+Bracelet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222486826386912146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHoAGULy85I/AAAAAAAAADQ/cW0dqL6hSYU/s200/Brown+Bracelet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHoAGoS5uFI/AAAAAAAAADY/EB9xSeLmztY/s1600-h/Brown+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222486831785424978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHoAGoS5uFI/AAAAAAAAADY/EB9xSeLmztY/s200/Brown+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all these three, the 3rd one is far by my favourite. It's just so nice. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next update then, I got to go and bake a pizza bread. Back by popular demand from daddy! Haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8627039997328959146?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8627039997328959146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8627039997328959146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8627039997328959146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8627039997328959146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHn4QaZF5PI/AAAAAAAAACo/c2DDwYsUbSY/s72-c/Items.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5644491219589167295</id><published>2008-07-12T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:32:52.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow.... I've really been busy for the last week. Last week was a busy period for me as I had to close the accounts and had been coming home late since Monday. Tuesday had a meet up with the secondary girl friends to catch up old times. Glad to hear that Di and Wyn had find a partner and will be hearing engagement bells from them soon next year. Haha! So happy for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lin.. looks like both of us are the only one single ya... Haha! Dun worry.... Let's enjoy our life rather than searching for love. I believe that if we search too hard, the person that is meant for us will not come out. Just carry on with what we like to do, the time will come soon. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I owe my friend an update about the beadery class that I've attended with my 2nd sis on 6th July. Sorry about that. I keep procastinating the update since the starting of the week. Haha! So here's the update with pictures taken from my event colleague's poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZulvRAxI/AAAAAAAAACA/0pOETRJxitQ/s1600-h/Beadery+Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444637340369682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZulvRAxI/AAAAAAAAACA/0pOETRJxitQ/s200/Beadery+Class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZu2bkSEI/AAAAAAAAACI/nFoM2Lju5Dc/s1600-h/Beadery+Class+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444641821149250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZu2bkSEI/AAAAAAAAACI/nFoM2Lju5Dc/s200/Beadery+Class+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZuynP_7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1gw4Vz8GuSE/s1600-h/The+teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222444640796409778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZuynP_7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/1gw4Vz8GuSE/s200/The+teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class starts at 3pm and it's good that me and my sis were early by 15 mins 'cause we were asked to choose the colour of the jewels for our project. There were 3 colours to choose from. Blue with heart pendant, white &amp;amp; pink with heart pendant, and green &amp;amp; white with a star/leaf pendant. The white &amp;amp; pink seems dull to me so I chose the blue one whereas my sis chose the green &amp;amp; white one.We were then asked to come infront so that Izel, the teacher can start to explain all the tools that were needed for the beadery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learn quite a lot from her just for that class, especially for beginners like me. The items that required for a bracelet or necklace are necessary to know as it is important to secure the beads or Swarovski Crystal jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she demonstrate on how to do the stringing and putting all those items to it for an hour, we then start to work on our project. It's quite fun, interesting and it's easy also. The fun part to me is when you start to design the pattern of the colours of the beads. Some of the participants follow the sample including my sis but not me. Haha! Lucky I finished the necklace 10 mins before the class ends. Here's the end result of mine and my sis's project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnesMeL7jI/AAAAAAAAACY/-yGXvAcf3b0/s1600-h/Necklace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222450093756247602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnesMeL7jI/AAAAAAAAACY/-yGXvAcf3b0/s200/Necklace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnesNc04FI/AAAAAAAAACg/DrycWH93di8/s1600-h/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222450094018977874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnesNc04FI/AAAAAAAAACg/DrycWH93di8/s200/Photo0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I did enjoy the class. It benefits me since I was searching for a new hobby to occupy myself. I heard from my event colleague that there will be another beadery class held on 17 august and this time it's basic wireworks. Oh goody!! This time we'll learn how to make earrings!! Haha! My sis's fav jewellery of all. Earrings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess we girls cant live without jewellery heh.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5644491219589167295?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5644491219589167295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5644491219589167295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5644491219589167295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5644491219589167295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SHnZulvRAxI/AAAAAAAAACA/0pOETRJxitQ/s72-c/Beadery+Class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-1175207812291581130</id><published>2008-07-05T21:09:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:02:10.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Hey. It's the beggining of the weekends!! WeeeEeee! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG91RYM6xlI/AAAAAAAAABg/KetsDJfobeg/s1600-h/Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219519434560554578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG91RYM6xlI/AAAAAAAAABg/KetsDJfobeg/s200/Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to IMM today with mum, since it's my off alternate Sat. She hasn't been there since it expanded with more shops so it was a good idea bringing her. Did some window shopping here and there but can't resist the temptation of buying this pair of shoes. Darn it! I dunno how many shoes I have at home. But hey, I'm a girl. We girls tend to have all kinds of shoes. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice right?? Lolx.&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;After that, mum wanted to go GIANT to buy groceries stuff.. As per normal... Whose mum wouldn't go to any supermarket in a mall? Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, as I stroll along with her, an idea just pop up in my head. I decided to cook dinner for the family which I have not done for a very very very very long time. But then, I'm not a good cooker so a pizza is all I can do for right now. Haha! It's the thoughts that count you know... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG99L-CwFSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QH5dydWMv30/s1600-h/Pizza+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219528137732265250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG99L-CwFSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QH5dydWMv30/s200/Pizza+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The results looked good but I had forgotten about the green and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;red capsicum. ZzzZzz. I only realised it when I was doing the toppings. It would be nice if there's a bit of colour on the pizza. Oh well, the sisters like it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Western food are easy to make. Hmm.... maybe next time I shall cooked a lasagne or macaroni cheese. Haha! &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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG95q8N1PZI/AAAAAAAAABw/IqWBw9NqkGQ/s1600-h/Bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219524271771303314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG95q8N1PZI/AAAAAAAAABw/IqWBw9NqkGQ/s200/Bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh! And looked what I have here! 2 cute teddy bears!! Guess how much both of this is worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you believe it just cost 2 bucks. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught these 2 bears in a toy catching box at my workplace. When I'm too stress or sleepy, I would go to the arcade room to try my luck. So yeah... just 1 dollar, I caught the white one. Then the other one at a different day. So lucky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been scheduling some activities to make my weekends interesting. It's better that way.... I can't mop around anymore at home doing nothing. Life has to move on.... &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/361711710951884360-1175207812291581130?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/1175207812291581130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=1175207812291581130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1175207812291581130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/1175207812291581130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SG91RYM6xlI/AAAAAAAAABg/KetsDJfobeg/s72-c/Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5591384206930048462</id><published>2008-07-01T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:26:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singaporeans are getting impatient and more impatient nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, they like to rush to the MRT station like it's the last train. &lt;br /&gt;Second, they like to get into the train even though the train is fully packed.&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly, they like to stand and wait in front of the bus stop where they thought the bus will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which shows that they are impatient and are too lazy to wait for another one if it's full. Bah.. dunno I should called them KIASU or IMPATIENT. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounter with this stupid lady who think she can fit in the smallest space near the train door. It was already fulled. I can't even go further in and this STUPID KIASU IMPATIENT lady still want to go in. -.-" I tried to stand firm and do not budge from when I stand. Waaaaaaa! She still can stare at me! Well I just ignore her. Haha! Not my fault! I dunno why they just can't wait for another one. It's so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was these group of aunties and uncles at the bus stop. Keep standing near at the front of the bus stop thinking the bus will stop there. Like booking a place. Tsk tsk... for what? ZzZ... I just shake my head and laugh out when they quickly walk and rushed to the bus when it stops far from where they stand. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day today at work. Had to do Stock-take. And I wore heels! ZzZzz. Forgot abt that. Then after that spent 2 hours at West Coast Sheng Shiong searching for Lucky Draw Hamper. With HEELS!! My poor aching feet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of July. Time passed by so fast!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone knows somebody who can stop time? Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5591384206930048462?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5591384206930048462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5591384206930048462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5591384206930048462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5591384206930048462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/07/singaporeans-are-getting-impatient-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2688745033214132502</id><published>2008-06-29T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:28:40.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho Ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a shocked reading the cbox when I opened up my blog. Someone's been paying attention. Hmmm... how come now? You just seen this NEW blog. You haven't seen my previous blog when we were still in a relationship. TONS abt you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Thanks for the "nice" comment. It opened my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get what you are trying to say. No need being sarcastic on me. I hate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog. It's my online diary. But not a public diary. Just stuffs that I can vent it out when there is no one I can talk to. And for my friends or rarely contactable friends to know what is going on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not wrong OR a sin for me to write what has been going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks B... For giving me that advise. I find it so right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now onwards, NO more blogging abt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2688745033214132502?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2688745033214132502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2688745033214132502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2688745033214132502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2688745033214132502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/ho-ho-i-got-shocked-reading-cbox-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2132480648233063639</id><published>2008-06-29T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:58:37.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SGcToVBwvII/AAAAAAAAABY/SfYeCM7Wbuc/s1600-h/augustrush_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217160276892236930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SGcToVBwvII/AAAAAAAAABY/SfYeCM7Wbuc/s200/augustrush_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey. Watch August Rush and I would recommend it to all those music lovers out there to watch it. It was good. What I like about this movie is the music. Damn nice I tell you. I had goosebumps when the movie starts with the theme. The guitars, the intrumental songs... Really bring me back to my school band days. But to those who doesn't have that great imagination and see music the way I do, then maybe this movie is just an "ok-ok" movie to you. But to me... it's not. 'Cause this is my type of movie. It is a symphony of a film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has always been a part of me since I was primary schl. But too bad I didnt continue it when i was in poly, thinking that my studies is much more important. But the passion of music is still inside me. I still do listen to instrumental songs especially by Hans Zimmer, John Williams, James Horner, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the movie. It is actually about a boy who is a music prodigy finding his birth parents. His talent in music comes from the parents who were musicians. Anyway, the parents actually had no clue he exists and they were parted before they get to know each other more. Yeah that's right, they DID on the first time they met. Haha! So the Father no clue that he exists &amp;amp; the Mother thought the child was dead as the Mother's Father secretly took him for adoption and told the Mother that he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice fairy-tale story indeed. So grab the DVD rental at any LaserFlair you can find to watch this. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's part of the clip. This is the part where he actually duel with his father but at that time he doesn't know that guy is his father. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2K5IcpZEU4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r2K5IcpZEU4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"B... if you are reading this, I urge you to watch this. Haha! Since you play guitar, music must be in your heart right? Hehe... Watch it. It's nice. ^^ Btw, bila nak gi zoo nie..?" &lt;/em&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/361711710951884360-2132480648233063639?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2132480648233063639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2132480648233063639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2132480648233063639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2132480648233063639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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/_Y_QH2-dyDe8/SGcToVBwvII/AAAAAAAAABY/SfYeCM7Wbuc/s72-c/augustrush_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5517485868660815661</id><published>2008-06-27T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:14:14.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Relationship SUCKS when ppl dun treasure what you are doing for them"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I saw at his MSN message. I know it doesn't point out to anybody but of course it must be about his recent relationship right? So it is indirectly gotta do something about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I even shouldn't be bothered by this as it is no point in brooding over this matter 'cause it's over. But I can't help it. Well, it's not that I'm sad or depressed that he state this phrase. I just want to prove him otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this, the first thing that came to my mind was what has he done for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agreed that you have been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agreed that you have fulfilled whatever things that I want him to do.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I agreed that I can feel his love for me whenever we go out.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, yes, I agreed that you have been working hard so that you can be stabilize yourself in order for our future to be easy. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you want to settle all your stuffs first so that I may not be included in this burden of yours. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know you are trying to upgrade yourself with the part-time class so that you can find a better job in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I don't understand? I do!!! So don’t think that I don't understand your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that just concerns me is the jobs that you chose into. I know it's hard for you to find a job. And since the day that I knew you, job-hopping is not a normal thing to me. It's not good for my health you know 'cause I will always get stressed whenever you changed job. No job, no income. And what are you gonna do about the other responsibilities that you need to settle. You think that I never ever think about that for you? I did! Stress tau!!! And now, you choose a property line. You only got commission when you sold a house. So that means no sales, no income. Can you survive that? Why can’t you find one that has a monthly based income? I mean to just get some income first so that these responsibilities are covered bit by bit. At least that's better rather than you just jump into a job that make big money and then no returns were seen. There goes your time being wasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you continue to do this way, how long am I gonna wait for you? Until I'm 30 plus? And if we were to be together eventually, will I be neglected at home? Will you be working non-stop again? You yourself told me that you wanna have a room for you to work so that you can work all day and night. So I assume you rather work all day. Workaholic... I know you will reasoned out by saying to earn money. But being a workaholic has its pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please understand that it has been hard for me to choose what I have done. It's such a pity for our relationship to end. Don't say that I don’t treasure what you have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I don't see how you handle with the way you choose your path to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5517485868660815661?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5517485868660815661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5517485868660815661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5517485868660815661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5517485868660815661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/relationship-sucks-when-ppl-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-4292203776975068404</id><published>2008-06-12T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:02:10.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dinda... do you think u have 50 bucks to spare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I received from him. Something not new to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz. Why is he still calling me Dinda? I text him back making it clear to him that we are no longer in a relationship and told him that he may not called me by that. And I told him that I hope he get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text me back saying that he got it NOW finally. And then saying that he will settled all those money that I had helped him and that's his vow to me. Jeezz I thought he knew. He told me, I said that its a lay off so its ok. Eh? I didnt said that I need a break. And so he told me not to worry now, 'cause He GOT it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then guess what again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those messages and thinking abt it, I missed a step at the last 3 steps of a staircase near my flat and fell down with my knee scraping on the last 2 steps. -.-" Luckily it's dark and nobody see it. Well except for the kid at the top. My shoe heel broke due to that and my knee hurt like hell. Got back home and found out that it's all a bloody mess at the wound. When it came contact with water, it hurts. Ugghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I was thinking too much or he was saying bad things about me. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least he GOT it clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt shitty. I don't know why....&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I manage to pick the pieces of my heart, but now... it's scattered all over again..-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-4292203776975068404?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/4292203776975068404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=4292203776975068404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4292203776975068404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/4292203776975068404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/dinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-2478669512617684112</id><published>2008-06-12T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:05:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooo... wat a day to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a malay shuai ge~ Weeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the helpers for the collection at my workplace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check this out. One year older than me. Hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now there's something to check out on the next collection which is in 2 more weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-2478669512617684112?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/2478669512617684112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=2478669512617684112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2478669512617684112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/2478669512617684112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/ooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-5311465939299994430</id><published>2008-06-10T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:59:22.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez. I really need to stop dwelling with my ownself monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can get worse if I don't do something. And it happened at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it had begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to check the price for the Euro Cup from StarHub which was instructed by my manager. And it totally slip out of my mind. Since I was so busy with completing my deadline, I really had forgotten about it. All I heard from my manager was to check the price. The word 'sign up' for it didnt get into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until on a Saturday afternoon, my colleague called me on my mobile and asked hows the Euro Cup thingy. And guess what? I still have the cheek to ask... what euro cup? Jeez, when she said dexter told my manager about it, then I did recall her asking me to check on the price. And the Euro Cup starts on the night itself. Die! Customers going to the Lounge at my workplace is gonna get pissed as we had put up posters on Live Telecast on the Euro Cup at the Lounge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what my own monster had done. And today, the F&amp;B manager took over the problem and we gave everything to him to settle. Damn it! I felt so bad for all this. How can I forget such an important thing???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-5311465939299994430?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/5311465939299994430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=5311465939299994430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5311465939299994430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/5311465939299994430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-7666601401052639206</id><published>2008-06-07T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:19:25.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep wanting to update this blog but nothing just came up to my mind yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason I wrote this was because I was damn bored and dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me now is just going to work, come back home, locked myself in my room, surf net, read book and went to sleep once I feel tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its the same for the next day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next day.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I have plans with friends, then it will be different. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like going somewhere alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being in a place alone where I can clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to do that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't think of a gd place to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a gd place in mind? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-7666601401052639206?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/7666601401052639206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=7666601401052639206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/7666601401052639206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/7666601401052639206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-keep-wanting-to-update-this-blog-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-9171758040730107541</id><published>2008-05-31T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:37:08.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fairytale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ending stories/novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does all this have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficticious personalities &amp; behaviours of a man/woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, these kinda thing doesn't exist in real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be great to be just a kid? Never to grow up? Like how Peter Pan always want to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of playing all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not thinking of any problems or heartbreaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun of mingling with other kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids just love to mingle with some other kid even though they never even met. They just clicked like that. That's what I notice when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine US doing that. Lolx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-9171758040730107541?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/9171758040730107541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=9171758040730107541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/9171758040730107541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/9171758040730107541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/fairytale-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8757716471486425720</id><published>2008-05-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:11:39.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To feel angry, jealous and envy of my sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I asked my mum where she is or if she is coming back home from work, all I heard that is coming out from my mum's mouth is, "ohh... went out with him. Oh.. went to watch movie with him. Oh.. accompanying him to do stuff.."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that time during weekends, mum would always go in our room in the morning to talk to my sis like, "where did you go yesterday nite? ohhh... watch midnight movie eh? What show? Is it good? What time it ends? What time you went back home? Where you all go and eat?" And yada, yada... And my sis would of course answer with details to all that question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I pretended to sleep. But actually I was fully awake. Listening to her tale of last night outing or whatever outing she had with someone that she like, it seems like she had fun. And this brings me back memories. And I... don't even want to go there. Cause that will only made me judge the decision that I had made. So I just get out to wash up leaving them in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling this way to my sister? Why must I feel jealous whenever I heard that she's coming back home late with him? Why must I be mad and miserable with myself for having a not so fun life?? Why?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhhhh!! BAKA!! &lt;em&gt;(Idiot!)&lt;/em&gt; What the hell am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be glad for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my sister for god sake!! Doesn't mean that if I'm alone now, she has to be one too. Doesn't mean that if I'm not having fun, she gotta feel the same way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck Up Asilah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least she's helping you to cheer up. At least, she asked you to watch any latest new movies with her. At least, she wants to accompany you to go shopping. At least, she tried her best in asking you along when she go out with mother... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be strong okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8757716471486425720?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8757716471486425720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8757716471486425720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8757716471486425720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8757716471486425720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-it-normal-to-feel-angry-jealous-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-8780956181537473846</id><published>2008-05-23T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:20:30.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So far it has been 4 weeks and I guess you can say that I'm coping or in control now. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few weeks was tough for me. Went to work, come back home and stay in my room. Just listening to music, surf net, and sometimes I can just space out staring at my laptop screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum got worried &amp; kept asking me if I'm ok or not. She even kept calling me also after I finish work to see if I'm coming home or not. And she still does it now. Zzzz... Irritating but yeah... I know she's worried for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when she checked on me in my room, she always asked me what I was doing and thus, I said surfing the net or play games lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she asked me this question. "Tak nak cari lagi ke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh?? Dunno why that pissed me off and so i said, "Malas nak start over, bu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That remark shut her up and she just shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I'm too lazy to start over again. Serious! Finding one je dah susah. Nak cari lagi? Hohoho! Tak kuasa aku... Malas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how long I am single but if I'm ready to find one then I find. I don't care what other ppl might say. Right now I just do what I can with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapikan kalau sapa-sapa nak introduce kan atau carikan untuk kita pun boleh.. haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will definitely shut her up. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-8780956181537473846?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/8780956181537473846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=8780956181537473846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8780956181537473846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/8780956181537473846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-far-it-has-been-4-weeks-and-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-6757035649955974291</id><published>2008-05-20T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:44:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's hard to let go of someone that's very important to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you do everything and yet it's not enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because letting go is much easier than hoping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; waiting for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true indeed... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-6757035649955974291?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/6757035649955974291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=6757035649955974291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6757035649955974291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/6757035649955974291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-hard-to-let-go-of-someone-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361711710951884360.post-3259488126017261276</id><published>2008-05-19T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:37:56.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to search for a new layout for this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I just let it be since not a few read my blog. ^^ I just update for the sake to those who read eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been occupying myself busy nowadays just not to think about him not being in my life anymore. The feeling of lost, nobody to text to or call, nobody to talk to till late at nite, nobody to seek out to new places or movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah.. I try not to go there so I just keep myself busy in playing games, watch tvs, and once a while hang out with my friends or ex-colleagues. I even work late if I have no plans after work. Planning to go jogging at nite too after work since I'm so the free. Hahax. Well... i think thats a gd idea for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends were okay. Spent the sunday at my auntie's place at Bedok to celebrate my lil nephew's advance 1st birthday. Few pictures were taken as me and 2nd sis were busy catching up time with the cousins. Had a great time. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://putri82.multiply.com/photos/album/14/Nephews_1st_Birthday/"target="_new"&gt;Birthday Pics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But admist all that.... sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/361711710951884360-3259488126017261276?l=mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/feeds/3259488126017261276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=361711710951884360&amp;postID=3259488126017261276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3259488126017261276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/361711710951884360/posts/default/3259488126017261276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeememoirs.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-too-lazy-to-search-for-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Asilah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
