<?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-13153410</id><updated>2011-11-23T20:51:16.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*</title><subtitle type='html'>~~Don't let today's disappointments cast a shadow on tomorrow's dreams~~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-5563833715666307108</id><published>2007-05-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:02:22.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... I had never imagine things to turn out so well... And at this point of time, i 'm currently sitting in one of the coolest places u can imagine... Phuket.. while waiting for our boat to pick us up to go to our destination... "The Racha"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us got a pleasant surprise, as we were greeted warmly by our chauffuer at the airport and to our even greater surprise we were picked up by a luxury car... I felt sooooooo pampered!!! There were drinks, cool towels for us to freshen up in the car.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... gotta go for now..  cant use the free internet for long as there are others waiting to use.. Will update once i get a chance to lay my hands on the free internet!!! khekhe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-5563833715666307108?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/5563833715666307108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=5563833715666307108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/5563833715666307108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/5563833715666307108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2007/05/greetings-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-7418859424085643430</id><published>2007-04-29T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:36:44.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its finally over.... Though there were major hiccups due to power failure during the soleminisation ceremony, Alhamdullilah everything turns out alright after that. The weather was kind to us and to all my family members, relatives and friends... thank you for you support and makin things happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics courtesy of naz's camera and zul's editing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wSd4N_BPt5A/RjRKj0Oq6XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CC9eZbZFUsg/s1600-h/halmyfadila2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058750260619962738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wSd4N_BPt5A/RjRKj0Oq6XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CC9eZbZFUsg/s320/halmyfadila2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wSd4N_BPt5A/RjRKXUOq6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_A38b9Vn02A/s1600-h/28042007097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058750045871597922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wSd4N_BPt5A/RjRKXUOq6WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_A38b9Vn02A/s320/28042007097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will update more once i have all the pics!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-7418859424085643430?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/7418859424085643430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=7418859424085643430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/7418859424085643430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/7418859424085643430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wSd4N_BPt5A/RjRKj0Oq6XI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CC9eZbZFUsg/s72-c/halmyfadila2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-1671521530921458539</id><published>2007-04-25T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T02:28:15.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock tick tock</title><content type='html'>Clock's ticking as I'm typing this entry out. How long have I not been updating?? Ages. Guess this is also gonna be my last entry before i step into another phase of my life. Alhamdullilah, everything is turning out fine though there were hiccups here and there, but guess both of us manage to go thru it in one piece. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations was not as easy as how i assume it would be. Guess one has to be both mentally and physically prepared. You still have to run your errands apart from your daily work. I am glad that both of us are working shifts so we dun have to depend on jus weekeends to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, I'm nervous and its not about the wedding thing. Close friends has been teasing me asking am I sure whether I wanna get married or whether is he the right person for me.. I do not doubt him and i am confident that he will be a responsible partner and i am assured that i will be taken care of just fine... Its the aftermath of the wedding that i'm afraid of. My responsibilities as  a wife, a daughter in law, and also a daughter to my parents.... it seems to be getting on my mind as the day gets nearer. Am i able to fulfil all these?? Am i up to it??  I seem to be doubting my own capabilities.  As one friend said to me,,, these are all wedding jitters and i really hope that they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.... some say i worry to much but i just cant help it.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything will turn out fine after that. Insya-allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this point of time.. till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-1671521530921458539?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/1671521530921458539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=1671521530921458539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/1671521530921458539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/1671521530921458539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2007/04/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='tick tock tick tock'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-116271497869254765</id><published>2006-11-05T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:22:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Holla! I'm back...Finally my bro's soleminization date is fixed.. and that's gonna happen in bout 11 days time...  Kinda pretty pissed wit him at first.. He should count himself lucky that i managed to get leave and love also managed to do the same..The down part is ...  everything's a rush.. Dunno how he is preparing for it and i myself do not know what my parents are preparing.... The up part is that I"m gonna have another room to myself!!! Yup Yup!! He's gonna move out to his new place once his solemization is over and i can clear all those unwanted stuffs in his room  and I can revamp that room to my own  liking.. Though I still have my room to revamp... Haha.. It will take a lot of brainstorming on how I wanna make that room into... (think its gonna be a gamer's paradise.. Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Apart from all those,  I am super duper happy happy happy!!! Let me share with u peepz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTING.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC02472.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC02472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC02469.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC02469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC02474.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC02474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt he just soooooooooooo adorable??? At the present moment, he doesnt have a fix name yet.. Cant think of any... Any suggestions?? haha... My other 3 felines still cant accept it at the moment... *sigh*.. oh well... it always happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'm gonna even be more occupied entertaining this new addition to my family!! Yipeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-116271497869254765?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/116271497869254765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=116271497869254765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/116271497869254765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/116271497869254765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/11/holla-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-116205859508478567</id><published>2006-10-29T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:03:43.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright. I'm so called back. Haha! Got some feedbacks from peepz wondering what happened to my blog... khekhe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First &amp; foremost, I would like to wish every Muslims out there Selamat Hari Raya , Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin... (its still not too late i guess.. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would not like to dwell so much on what has been happening since I went missing from this blogging world. So let's just concentrate on current affairs.. This is gonna be a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year's celebration was jus a simple thing.. Though it was extremely emotional when I seek forgiveness from my parents.. Its jus very different. I cant find words to describe it. Apart from all that, its the same thin on my first day of the celebration as I welcomed my other relatives throughout the day and the last visitor of the day was non other than Halmy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also gotta know that some of my aunts are on talking terms after a while and I was really glad. Too bad I was not there to witness THAT emotional moment as well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As from now onwards, it shall be a hectic period for me to clean up the mess in my room and I better start to organise my stuffs and throwing away all the junks. Haha.. Think I'm gonna have a difficult time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for now.. Gotta drag my feet to work later. Darn!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-116205859508478567?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/116205859508478567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=116205859508478567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/116205859508478567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/116205859508478567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/10/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115743450102400103</id><published>2006-09-05T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:49:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a small doa selamat at his house for his mini b'day celebration b4 my shift starts. His whole family was there.. I mean ALL. His bro's family and his sister's family. Hmmm.. I kinda felt a bit nervous initially as it was my 1st time at his house with the whole lot of family members but that nervousness soon subsided.. haha.. oh well.. I'm treated way too well and i blend in perfectly i must say.. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming part for me was the kids. 5 of them . Ranging from the smallest 1 yr old to the eldest age 5. Its not that i do not love kids.. I do.. But guess I'm just not used to having many small kids running around at one point of time screaming and shouting. My focus of concentration will be short span and ya... i get headaches.. Being too used to the peacefulness and silence in my house really pampered me ... haha (gotta learn how to adapt man.... ish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during my family gatherings (eg : hari raya) I do admit that my family circle if inclusive of my cousins are huge but then I do not have many little ones.. Most of them are all grown up and even the little ones are kinda well behaved ( err.. maybe to the fact that most of them are girls??) Hey love, i'm not saying that ur niece and nephews arent well behaved...they are just too hyper lah.. khekhe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i took the mrt home earlier... ehemz!! haha. Not bad.. Manage to get a seat the whole journey thru.. Thank goodness that it was the school holidays... While playing my PSP, i did manage to observe few people at the same time... esp students. There was this gal who was holding a book really caught my attention.. It reads "O-Level Social Studies"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What???" They have social studies for O-Level?? Since when huh?? I learnt that in primary school and now they have O-Level??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to recap back what social studies was all about... oh well.. I failed miserably lah. I cant even remember a single thing. Then again, i cant recall anything bout my primary school stuffs.. It just doesnt have any major impact on me. The only vivid thin I remember was.. I was in the best class from Pri 1 to Pri 4... getting last in class in Primary 4, which got me transffered to another class in Primary 5 cos of my very poor results and my PSLE results was just on the dot to make it to secondary school. Primary school also can fail.. Haha.. SO imagine how naughty i was even in Primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not like my other cousins... But who cares.. Guess I buck up in secondary school and till now I am very proud of my achievements and I never regretted the steps I took. Made my whole family proud during my N-Levels.. Continued with my O's.. My O-Level results could have secured me a place in any Junior College but I chose to go to ITE. Most of my friends says I'm stupid but I chose to believe otherwise.. Cant blame them .. An aggregate of 14 for all my 6 subjects.. Who wouldnt have thought of me to be stupid.. Haha.. The reason I went to ITE was because I didnt get into the course that I wanted very badly in Temasek Poly.. That was to study law.. I had all the criteria that they need.. At least an A2 in English but then.. I submitted my applications too late i guess.. They gave me other courses which didnt interest me one bit. You can never imagine my disappointment when that application of mine was rejected. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give up studying at that point of time... But my mom was against it.. So to make my mum feel better... That's how I landed myself in ITE... HAHA... Thought my mischievious days will end?? NOpz.. NOt at all... Nearly got expelled from ITE due to disciplinary reasons but my studies remain unchanged.. In that period of 2 years got myself 4 scholarship certs that make my piggy bank grow bigger.. Could have made it straight to year 2 of polytechnic but I chose to embark in the working force instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am... I am blessed with an "EXTRAORDINARY" career... (yeah yeah yeah... my colleagues will know better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... panjang jugak ek story aku... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/kenangan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;** 4th December 1996 - The day that I made my WHOLE family proud..... Yippee!!!! Selenger jugak eh muka aku... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115743450102400103?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115743450102400103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115743450102400103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115743450102400103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115743450102400103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-small-doa-selamat-at-his-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115730686573335172</id><published>2006-09-04T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:07:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/50/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/400/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezki...Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;copyright of fadz inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115730686573335172?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115730686573335172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115730686573335172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115730686573335172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115730686573335172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/09/semoga-dipanjangkan-umur-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115695751117329792</id><published>2006-08-31T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:05:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;continuation from my previous post.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Well... some of the peepz that i knew already guess it rite... 26th August was the day that one of my NS boy, Ismail took over his bike. It was also that fateful day, that my car got wheel clamped. Just my luck.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I know he is sad.. but then again, like i've said he has a substitute... My cute bike. I admit that my cute machine is not as glamour or as rugged as his but then its still movable and it's still a form of transport. My sacrifice? I will have to take the MRT after so long being pampered having my own mode of transport.. Touching rite?? hakz... Thinking of it again, its not gonna be dat bad cos I still have my car though the only disadvantage is that I cant drive it 24/7.. So the probability of me taking the public transport to work is less that 20%(since I dun work everyday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;See?? Its not dat bad rite. I'm just being practical. Both of us having our own bikes doesnt seem practical to me looking at how things are gonna go from now... why waste money while u can save on it.. Some might say that I'm just not independent.. Let's just say that I've been independent long enuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Haha. 8 years..  that's how long i've been having my own set of wheels.. I might not ride big bikes but then again.. Bigger doesnt mean  better. KHekhe... They are faster i dun deny but patience is always a virtue... KHekhe. Oh.. and if i wanted to take a bigger bike i could have done it long ago but then again.. I'm just being very practical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm starting to blabber nonsense cos i really lack of sleep. SO without continuing further nonsense... Nites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps : Love... dun be too sad alright,... at the end of it ... you're the one getting richer... HAHA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115695751117329792?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115695751117329792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115695751117329792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115695751117329792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115695751117329792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/08/continuation-from-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115627166595756382</id><published>2006-08-23T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:51:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He will bid goodbye to his first love, his faithful companion of 4 years. I jolly well know that he has grown attached to ‘her’. Seeing his actions just now, I somehow felt sad. Had he make the right move? Was it really necessary? Or did I indirectly cause it? Though he has a substitute, I know that it wouldn’t feel the same…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘She’ will be in someone else’s arms, someone else’s care, even someone else’s touch… How this other someone treats ‘her’, he will not have the slightest idea. His first and only will belong to somebody else. He made his sacrifice, so will I….&lt;/span&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115627166595756382?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115627166595756382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115627166595756382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115627166595756382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115627166595756382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-will-bid-goodbye-to-his-first-love.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115605264263259318</id><published>2006-08-20T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:44:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OK. I admit I'm guilty for not updating. Too preoccupied with my new game. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So what's there to update?? Let me see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1) Played scrabble most of the times when we lepak (which I manage to win only 3 pathetic times out of countless times of competing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2) My Life - nobody will wanna know and its kinda boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3) Current affairs - Nothing new since the smoking ban except for the change of law in subutex. (they should have implemented in earlier anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SO basically there is nothing to update... khekhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps: oh... n to my darling cuz ms huda... dun pandai2 say i tangkap baju pengantin ek.... nak kena jotos kotz??? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115605264263259318?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115605264263259318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115605264263259318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115605264263259318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115605264263259318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115385418868315749</id><published>2006-07-26T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:03:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;This post is kinda overdue lah... but then again wth.... Once again I would like to say congrats to a very close friend of mine who had just given birth to a very cutie lovely adorable baby gal on the 18th of July @ 2205hrs... N i have the privilege to visit both the mummy and baby the very next day itself!!! Alhamdullillah both are doing well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world... Arsa Daniyah... or is Asra Daniyah eh?? hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="307" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC02171.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="358" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01928-1.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she just soooooooo adorable????? Well... to Rabitah &amp; Shahrizal... you guys better be on ur toes cos ur baby is kinda hyper... HAHA!!! Congrats again yah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality check... Its been a while since we have a proper dinner together in a nice cosy place and ambience.... Since the smoking ban have taken place... I just find the idea of eating outside very urrrggggggghhhhhhhhh.... cant describe it la... SO might as well just sit @ home... Khekhe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="321" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC02161.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="306" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC02162.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Salmon dunno wat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 228px" height="276" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC02168.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Macaroni Gratin.... YUMMYLICIOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="313" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC02167.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh well.... Now its more time playing my new gadget that I just bought which is equivalent to less sleeping hours .... haha... what can I say... I'm a gamer!!!! or am I not... Khkhekhe... I LUV MY PSP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115385418868315749?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115385418868315749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115385418868315749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115385418868315749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115385418868315749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-is-kinda-overdue-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115264125453320358</id><published>2006-07-12T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:28:16.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Its been ages since I last drop an entry. Pardon me for my absence. haha.. As if peepz would be bothered. Like what he said that I will only pen down an entry when I feel down or sad.. SO which means right now I am way way too happy with my life to be bothered to blog. True? Whatever . You peepz analyse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/1024/133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/400/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;copyright of Fadz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met up with my most recently wedded best friend of mine... N i must say she sure has that shine of a married woman... Haha.. Took a look at her wedding pics and honeymoon pics.. I was kinda suprised when she told me that she went to Mauritius for her honeymoon.. That was like her dream location and the last time she told me bout her dream location.. i thought she was jus kidding. Apparently not.. Good for her.. and I must say, looking at the pics really took my breath away.... I looiikeee.... Talked and talked over dinner and coffee and she was asking me bout my preparations and plans etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad that i was given ample time to plan, cos changes were made every now and then.. and my tolerance level was running damn low.. but alhamdulillah everything has turn out alright. Generally the normal statement would be.. its gonna be your big day why not go all out?? True?? False?? I'm still being very sceptical bout it.. Splurging on ur hard earn savings just for a one day event?? Nah... I kinda dun support that idea. Why splurge on something that's beyond ur means just to make others remember? and that is if they remember... Some has said to me that i should be willing to fork out more since its gonna my event and not be so meticulous about the financial stuffs. Easy for them to say.. the one forking out the money is me... But then their suggestions is always accepted and so are their critics. One thing that i'm glad is that He has been the most understanding and patient guy throughout this whole planning event and I'm even more glad that He understands and we both are able to compromise on things.. He has seen how I flare up in certain things and honestly, i'm glad bout it though i feel guilty after dat. But then again , sometimes you just need to let it go. My patience towards certain things do sure have its limits... Khkehe . And right now he is the love of my mum and dad.. They pamper him too much .. Jealous aku. Bila agaknya my turn to be the love of his mum and dad eh?? haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things are gonna get more complicated from now onwards as its just not gonna be my event for me to plan.. Clue: My Bro... I get headaches when I think bout it... Jus hope that it will all be minor hiccups.. Still long way to go for the both of us!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ps: to the peepz who gave me ideas and have helped me here and there... thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115264125453320358?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115264125453320358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115264125453320358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115264125453320358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115264125453320358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-ages-since-i-last-drop-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115020710614947035</id><published>2006-06-13T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:47:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was reading the past entries from my cuz blog I stumbled upon a fa e recogniton webbie. Out of pure sheerles boredom i decided to check it out thus givin it a try at the same time....  Guess who I resemble the most among all celebrites?? khekhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JESSICA ALBA!!!! (73%) -- how i wish.... khekhe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/1024/Fullscreen%20capture%206%2013%202006%209%2031%2020%20PM.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/400/Fullscreen%20capture%206%2013%202006%209%2031%2020%20PM.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried continuing to do for my other half... and the results showed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KEANU REEVES!!!! (63%)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/1024/MyHeritage%20Face%20Recognition%20-%20Microsoft%20Internet%20Explorer%206%2013%202006%209%2054%2027%20PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/299/6524/400/MyHeritage%20Face%20Recognition%20-%20Microsoft%20Internet%20Explorer%206%2013%202006%209%2054%2027%20PM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pecah perut aku dibuatnya... hahah... jessica alba and keanu reeves!! like real lah this webbie. anyway for those of you who wanna see who u most resemble go to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heritage.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.heritage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have Fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115020710614947035?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115020710614947035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115020710614947035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115020710614947035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115020710614947035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-reading-past-entries-from-my-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-115006070788287165</id><published>2006-06-12T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T05:25:39.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time for updates.... It has been hectic. The weekends for this month are totally jam packed with wedding invitations. Peak season i guess. Apart from that, the weekdays has been fully utilised to bumming around at home or competing our intelligence with each other in a game of scrabble. And as per normal, i'm the lesser intelligent one as compared to my other half..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss my mom. She flew off to Sweden on 5th Jun for holidays accompanying my aunt to visit my cousin who's staying.. Managed to send her to the airport but did not manage to send her off as I had other appointment on that day. But 2day, I'm a happy person as I managed to chat with her online and a plus factor that I can also see her thru the webcam... Khekhe.. Chatted with her for quite a few hours with me and my bro taking turns. There were certain issues that were brought up with her and my bro. I guess chatting online sometimes is much better than conversing face to face. (for my bro's case wif mum) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Pengantin Baru to Norasyikin &amp; Irwan Shah... (sorry no photos of them cos i've yet to upload) She simply look stunning on that day..&lt;br /&gt;Met my primary school mate who coincidentally is her poly friends and bumped into familiar faces which nora has actually warned me bout before her soleminization. No words exchanged.. The fact that I know that I was no more a friend, not even an acquaintance was acceptable. But the fact that I wanted to wish them congrats on their coming wedding which is this week but I held back cos I realised one thing.. If someone doesnt wish to acknowledge you, then I better not.. But i guess its not wrong even for strangers to just wish  congrats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-115006070788287165?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/115006070788287165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=115006070788287165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115006070788287165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/115006070788287165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-for-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114832450421397339</id><published>2006-05-23T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:01:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awesome... That's how I would describe it.. Worth every single cent of my money.. Went to watch the movie that I had been anticipating to watch.. Da Vinci Code..  AND to top up the fact that the cinema we went to was superb! Located at Handy Rd.. The all new Cathay cineplex and apparently the movie screening was at the Grand Theatre itself.... For those who have read the book... trust me .. you wont be lost as you somehow or rather know the plot and the story line though there were few changes there and then... And for those who read the book Angels &amp; Demons by Dan Brown.. try not to get confused like we did.... I was trying to recap back the diff between these 2 stories during the show itself.. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only down part was 98% of the shops in the building were not opened for business. There are currently no food outlets BUT Ben &amp; Jerry's Cafe is there!! ooh wee... ice cream indulgence anyone???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114832450421397339?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114832450421397339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114832450421397339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114832450421397339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114832450421397339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/05/awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114814450192625735</id><published>2006-05-21T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:01:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well...  I kinda pretty pissed at the moment.. So much for keeping awake late at nite to complete the mission... Darn! and now it has error reading the disc... wat luck. Gotta start playing all over again... No idea what i'm blabbering about ?? its my Grand Theft Auto game duh.... haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO how has life been for me since dat last update?? Lotsa ups and downs .. Quoted from someone... " New challenges and new issues brought up" ... Good?? Bad?? Ntah... Bit of both i guess...  Lotsa stuffs to think about and planning has never been more difficult due to some unforeseen circumstances which kinda appear last minute... how to plan liddat??? *sighs* kadang2 cam malas nak plan pun ader....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One good thing for sure is that,,,, the compulsory ones that we are supposed to do has been done.. One down .. lots more to go... Haha.. Both are certified now... Khekhe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been a while since i last went to the clubbing scene... errmmm.... Made our way to Zouk yest for the camp comedy which Kumar and one international stand up comedian is performing.. Kumar as per usual is damn entertaining with all his crappy jokes.. but the international comedian?? duh.. how i wish he could just shut up.. Now worth the money  at all...  The act ended at bout 11 and we stayed on to catch up on the party scene... Let's just say.. I did not participated much cos i was busy looking at my other half enjoying himself... Khekhe... Cute nak mampos lah kau!! That smile of mine never escape from my face when i saw him doing his usual stuffs... being crappy... haha... and anyway.. nice moves you've got babe... haha!!! I LOIKE!!!! But once the place gets crowded...  we were out of there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing to note is that... When 2 bestfriends meet... everything under the sun can be talked about.. This happens during my gift exchanging programme day itself.. so we talked and talked.. and she suddenly posed a question to me..." do you normally talk about ur other half past or bad points to someone that u barely knew??? and the fact that the one that you are talking about is gonna be ur lifetime partner??"i was like wat the heck u talking about??? and so she told me the whole story from A to Z... s'pore is darn too small i guess.. you can run but you cant hide... haha... she gave her views on the particular person dat she met, etc.. and my views didnt much differ from hers.. Oh well... As much as how a person can hate me to the core... i'll just let it be... I cant stop a person from feeling that way and each individual has the right to feel how they wanna feel. One thing both me and my best friend agreed on  is that I have move on and lead my life without the feeling of hatred for anyone but its not the same for the person that she met... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;"sedangkan Nabi boleh memaafkan umatnya, apatah lagi manusia yg tidak pernah lari dari membuat kesilapan...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114814450192625735?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114814450192625735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114814450192625735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114814450192625735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114814450192625735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114671231488731177</id><published>2006-05-04T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:07:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gifts Exchanging Programme... hehe.. That's how I will term it.. Alhamdullilah... Everything went smoothly even though there was only like 2 weeks to prepare... Another stepping stone to our relationship.. and also to my life.. I would like to express me deepest gratitude to the people who have made it possible for the event to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;N extra Special thanks to these people:-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) My family for supporting me in everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Halmy &amp; family members for making the event possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Nazri &amp;amp; Aidah who helped me with their beatiful creation of their gubahan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Azy &amp; Hazlan for helping me with the cakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) and of course to my foreva darling crazy bunch of cuzzies for their gifts and making my memorable day complete..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much... ok.. here are some of the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Her To Him.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 301px" height="562" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/a1.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Him To Her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="339" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/b1.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Full Set From Him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="593" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_16871.jpg" width="619" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Full Set From Her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="327" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_17091.jpg" width="436" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUZZIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="580" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_04371.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="514" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_04421.jpg" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="419" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_04701.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Two Greatest.. Craziest... Aunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="271" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_05051.jpg" width="433" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY Best Cuzzies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="380" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_04941.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Creator Family.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="299" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_05491.jpg" width="429" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinny &amp; Best Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="295" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/IMG_05381.jpg" width="467" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43418334@N00/show/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114671231488731177?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114671231488731177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114671231488731177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114671231488731177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114671231488731177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/05/gifts-exchanging-programme.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/engagement/th_a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114607158148135518</id><published>2006-04-27T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:16:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time for an update. Guess I've been too preoccupied with certain stuffs that makes me guilty for not updating. Haha. Alright. It had been great so far... Celebrated my parents 34th anniversary. Everyone was present excepft for THE ONE missing "link" who had to answer the call of duty.. haha! Oh well.. That's just too bad. Some other time huh love?? There'll be plenty of oppurtunity in time to come.... *evil grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaTiN &amp; DatuK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0375.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Kerabat di Raja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;FeeLing cam pat Istana la konon... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0396.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0395.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine this. Hot, air-con, hot, aircon, super duper hot, aircon, hot, aircon, hot, aircon and lastly caught in the heavy rain while riding back. That was the so called atmosphere or weather mood as according to MY dictionary that I had to go throughout my three days of Class 3 Intermediate course. And me, being a normal human being, my body system couldnt take the sudden change of temperatures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I must say that it was a good course.. good experience.... Khekhe.. Where else do you get you to do a cornering at 100km/h(which is expected of us) and then prosecute our emergency brake at the bend and swerve to avoid the collision?? The Cikgu's tested our courage, our confidence and our judgement. And the best thing, the cikgu put his life at risk by being the dummy or so called cones for us to avoid the collision and swerve to another lane.. Someone's life is in the driver's hand.. Who on earth wouldn't panic?? The other thing was he will only point the direction in which u are supposed to swerve to at the last minute... There we were, trying hard not to avoid hitting him and at the same time we are to be on our alert for the direction that he's gonna point to.. Slow speed can la... He expect us to do it at least above 85km/h(for straight road) and not to decrease any speed until we enter the the point where we had to excecute the proper braking and swerve. In my mind; wat if one of us makes a mistake and accidentally hit him?? But alhamdullilah... He did not suffered a single scratch tho at some point of time he had to jump away to avoid some cars crashing into him... Khekhe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well... Have to go back work soon.... And I am so NOT looking forward to it. Duhhhhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114607158148135518?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114607158148135518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114607158148135518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114607158148135518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114607158148135518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-update.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114511500722181935</id><published>2006-04-15T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:30:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alhamdullilah.... Everything went smoothly.. So many things yet so little time. That's all. Will further update when i have the time. *stress*... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114511500722181935?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114511500722181935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114511500722181935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114511500722181935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114511500722181935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/04/alhamdullilah.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114464317940238040</id><published>2006-04-10T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:29:13.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's news headlines: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proud of myself cos I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;made my own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;brownies just now!!! Khekhe....It tasted alright for me... Now its left for the professional uncertified food critic of mine to taste... *evil smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend updates:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CATS GALORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to S'pore Expo for the cat competiton . Too bad my cats are not involved.. otherwise.. they confirm lose paws down... hakz!! Strike up few conversations wif some cat owners and gosh... dey can sure spend a huge amount of cash to purchase da cats... But then again.... some of them are worth it cos they are a rare breed.... Oh well.... Enjoy da picz.... How I wish I can own them ALL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MAINE COON (owner bought it for $2000.. imported&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01912.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;RAG DOLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01914.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01914.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01915.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01915.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;EGYPTIAN MAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="495" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01933.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;EXOTIC PERSIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="395" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01931.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SILVER SHADED PERSIAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="450" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01927.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="400" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01928.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIRMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="331" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01918.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;AND s0me of THE REST BELOW ...... I dunno their breeds..... Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="354" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01934.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="292" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01926.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 171px" height="367" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01923.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND THIS ONE BELOW IS MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE!!!!..... Wat A Beauty.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="239" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01922.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 232px" height="428" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01921.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="304" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01920.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114464317940238040?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114464317940238040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114464317940238040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114464317940238040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114464317940238040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-news-headlines-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114422201871672819</id><published>2006-04-05T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:32:29.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Times flies so fast without us realising.... Its already the month of April... Guess 2day I'll be bidding gdbye to one of my fav ns boy Fairuz... *sigh* they do sure come and go. As for me... I have been busy occupied with activities that makes me so darn lazy to update..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Met up wif my bunch of foreva crazy secondary school mates.. Some things jus dun change.. And I'm glad that they are still the same old crazy bunch of peepz that I knew since 13yrs back though each of them have their own family now... guess now its down to 2 more gals and then the gang of 7 will no longer lead a bachelorette life... Haha! Most of us will be wondering who's gonna be next... Khekhe.... Well... Till we receive the invites.. den we'll know... *evil grins* Was there when I met someone from my past.. I expected it when I saw familiar faces.. Couldnt run so jus make do wif it I guess... And when that person join us at the table .. little did I expect that it would make my luv feel very vulnerable and insecure... I shall not indulge the further details but everything turn out fine at the end of it all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had a great Monday though some activities were cut short due to the weather... some other tme perhaps.. Met up wif my twinny and her partner who coincidentally is also my buddy (wat a sentence huh) khekhe... and not forgetting my blurry bro epul...haha!! Had dinner at Simpang and we headed off for a game of bowling after dat.. We were dominating the place wif our craziness that I guess will make the other bowlers there lose their concentration .. But who cares... We are just enjoying ourselves and havin a blast of our time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well.. I had a great weekend and I do hope all my other mates had theirs too... So dats all fer now but before that...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's wishing a Happy BELATED B'day to my geng... NAZRI!!!! Da tua k?? so no prezzies from me... HAHA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114422201871672819?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114422201871672819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114422201871672819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114422201871672819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114422201871672819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/04/times-flies-so-fast-without-us.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114340357779709016</id><published>2006-03-27T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T04:06:17.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never did I cry in front of you before like I did just now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you not to probe any further but you chose to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldnt take it till I had to raise my voice at you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you, being you never gave up on me one bit..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanted to know how I felt deep inside though you know...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didnt wanna assume and you wanted the answers from me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You did not leave even though I wanted you to..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your determination finally broke me down...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know how i felt then when I raised my voice at you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was filled with anger yet I felt so damn guilty..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasnt any of our fault but it was entirely my feelings..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cant stop me from feeling that way... that small...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though you assured me that it will not stay that way..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I cant help but think pessimistically..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I understand your position i cant stop asking myself questions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must it be that way and lots of other why....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive me cos I know you are in a difficult position yourself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I understand that its not a choice of yours..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry and I do luv you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114340357779709016?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114340357779709016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114340357779709016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114340357779709016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114340357779709016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/never-did-i-cry-in-front-of-you-before.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114331213960873363</id><published>2006-03-26T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:50:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JUST HOW TRUE ARE ALL THIS???? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT TEMPERMENT AM I????&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT'S MY BLOGGING PERSONALITY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!&lt;br /&gt;A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY PERSONALITY PROFILE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:12;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are funky, outdoorsy, and down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;While you may not be a total hippie...&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely one of the most free spirited people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very impulsive - every day is a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;However, you do put some thought behind all your actions.&lt;br /&gt;Still, you do tend to shock and offend people from time to time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT DOES MY BIRTH DATE MEANS??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: January 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.&lt;br /&gt;You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.&lt;br /&gt;Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your weakness: Suspicion of others &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(very true)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Eggplant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Spade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114331213960873363?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114331213960873363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114331213960873363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114331213960873363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114331213960873363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-how-true-are-all-this-what.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114331144691606362</id><published>2006-03-26T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:54:03.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Guess my leave was fruitfully spent inclusive of my off days today. Woke up in the morning yesterday in order to get my cutie car for her routine check up at the workshop and boy it sure cost me but at the end of it all its still within my budget. (*would be hell lot cheaper if i didnt decide to change the tail light.) oh well... And I guess these precious investment of mine sure know when I have the cash cos now my bike needs to be send to the workshop too... The tyres just dun wanna function anymore.. Khekhe.. Just gotta remember to call the towing crew on Monday.. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to buy tickets to watch APM but then we changed our plan. Though the initail plans to go to Muzika Records to buy the tix.. but I ended up splurging on karaoke vcds.. Khekhe.. Good thing we didnt buy the tix cos it was such a disappointment(after watching it live on suria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was S.P.C.A.... The moment I got there I went excited.. Saw all those poor felines in the cage I just felt like adopting them all.. Wanted to go in but we were half an hour's late.. damn! can only see them from the outside.. Just our luck. With a dampen feeling, we set our way home.. Passed by Lower Pierce where we checked the place out.. Cool. The last time I went there was during my training days. Memories of the time spent there with my squad mates came back.. Funny moments where the guys from my squad did a video clip dancing and singing in their PT attire.. Haha... Now I wonder where I placed the video shots of them.. khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01302.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01302.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01811.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="106" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01811.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing the moment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its off to home after that where we had a karaoke-ing session.. Khekhe.. A well-spent day indeed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114331144691606362?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114331144691606362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114331144691606362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114331144691606362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114331144691606362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/guess-my-leave-was-fruitfully-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114322684304192401</id><published>2006-03-25T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:00:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CINTA - Melly Ft Kris (OST Tentang Dia)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menapak jalan yg menjauh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tentukan arah yg ku mau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tempatkan aku pada satu peristiwa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yg membuat hati lara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di dekat engkau aku tenang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sendu matamu penuh tanya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;misteri hidup akankah menghilang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dan bahagia di akhir cerita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cinta, tegarkan hatiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak mau sesuatu merenggut engkau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naluriku berkata, tak ingin terulang lagi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kehilangan cinta, hati bagai raga tak bernyawa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku junjung petuahmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cintai dia yg mencintaiku&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hatinya dulu berlayar, kini telah menepi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bukankah hidup kita akhirnya harus bahagia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114322684304192401?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114322684304192401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114322684304192401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114322684304192401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114322684304192401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/cinta-melly-ft-kris-ost-tentang-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114304598621054383</id><published>2006-03-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:46:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This post here marks my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entry since I joined the world of blogging.. Khekhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, anyway I find myself having pleasure reading my cuz's blog.  It jus bring back those memories of teenage life, trouble  with parents,  those irresistable peers influence, relationship woes etc. I find myself smiling most of the time, thinking back of my days when I was a teenager going thru young adulthood.. Khekhe...  My rebellious days.. hmmm... Those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am amazed in her abiltity to have a flair for writing, her never ending experessions... Reading her entries, I sometimes wonder does everyone goes thru the same thing in life?? At times, when reading her entries. I wish I could tell her that its all part and parcel of growing up.. I wish I could tell her that these are the things you should be avoiding etc.. but the again, if one never experience pain, or even to the extend of failure.. how is she gonna survive in this harsh world of ours? I wish to tell her that if she keeps holding on to the past, she can never move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sighs... i wanna tell her lotsa things but then again i held back cos I wanna see her learnt to go thru life the hard way... *wat an evil person... khekhe... well, what i meant was we make mistakes, learnt from it so we dun make the same mistake twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, I'm mad at  the person who hurts her, cos she's one of my family after all. To me, she and her sisters will always be my little cuzzies in my eyes... no matter how much they have grown up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114304598621054383?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114304598621054383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114304598621054383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114304598621054383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114304598621054383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-post-here-marks-my-100th-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114270784468555604</id><published>2006-03-19T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T02:53:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love N Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Something to ponder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In front of the one we love, our heart will beat fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the one we like, our heart will be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In front of the one we love, it will always feel like spring time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the one we like, it will feel like wind blowing from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If we look into the eyes of the one we love, we tend to be stiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look into the eyes of the one we like, we tend to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In front of the one we love, we will be speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the one we like, we have the freedom to say anything we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In front of the one we love, we become shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the one we like, we will show our true self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We can't stare into the eyes of the person we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can always stare into the eyes of the person we like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When the person we love cries, we will also cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the person we like cries, we will try to make that person happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love starts from words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like starts from the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, if we were to stop liking someone that we like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be as though we are throwing our ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But if we were to close our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will hence bring forth tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human being will go thru this phase in their life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***Try to think who are the ones you love, and who are the ones you like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114270784468555604?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114270784468555604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114270784468555604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114270784468555604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114270784468555604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-n-like-something-to-ponder.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114262066083770303</id><published>2006-03-18T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T05:25:43.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to my irritant..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I would give up everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before I'd separate myself from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After so much suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've finally found a man that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was all by myself for the longest time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So cold inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the hurt from the heart it would not subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I felt like dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Until you saved my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank God I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was lost without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My every wish and every dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Somehow became reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you brought the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Completed my whole lifeI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'m overwhelmed with gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause baby I'm so thankfulI found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I would give you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To ensure your happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll cherish every part of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because without you beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can't surviveI don't wanna try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you're keeping me warm each and every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause I need you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See I was so desolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Before you came to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Looking back I guess it shows that we were destined to shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After the rain to appreciate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And care for what we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'd go through it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To be able to feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114262066083770303?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114262066083770303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114262066083770303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114262066083770303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114262066083770303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/dedicated-to-my-irritant.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114258157946287410</id><published>2006-03-17T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T05:26:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I am becoming more and more emotional. Watching the dvd A Walk To Remember and I literally shed tears.. OK fine.. To be specific, I cried badly. Khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry baby agaknya aku. Haha! Although I have watched the story like 3x, it still gets to me.. Gosh.. Very the emo. I cant remember any other english stories that made me cry dat bad... except for hindustan movies ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the fact that I watched it by myself made it worse. Each and every scene makes me imagine what if it happens to me.. the people that I luv around me.. Hmmm.. i just have a wild imagination of negative stuffs i guess. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114258157946287410?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114258157946287410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114258157946287410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114258157946287410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114258157946287410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-i-am-becoming-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114232723590713186</id><published>2006-03-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:07:15.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while. The week that passed has been alright or so I must say. The intention has been made known to me. Instead of finding inner peace, I sometime find myself in total choatic state of mind. Relieved for him as it is off his chest, but the fear starts to creep to me.  Despite the fear. I am very proud of the little things that he does and the action he has taken towards achieving that goal. Such a cliche. Khekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having irrational fear that others will not accept me for who I am, what I believe and even to the extend of how I act. At times, I find myself in a state of mind that makes me incapable of doing  things or saying anything for fear of others disapproval.  Its irritating and at the same time nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just getting paranoid. haha and also  plus the fact after nearly working for 6 years, for the first time, I made one of my NS boys cried. *evil grins* Too bad for him cos I don't compromise where work is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; ** for those who have watched the show 'Sepet', you peepz should watch 'Gubra'.. I shall not disclose any details.  Khekhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114232723590713186?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114232723590713186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114232723590713186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114232723590713186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114232723590713186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114131818483496399</id><published>2006-03-03T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:49:44.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speechless, expressionless.. my reaction to an issue that was brought up.. Thou deep inside it was pure happiness... An issue that came out of nowhere.... All I pray for is things will go well from now on...  Inysa-allah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114131818483496399?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114131818483496399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114131818483496399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114131818483496399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114131818483496399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/03/speechless-expressionless.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114072238376614799</id><published>2006-02-24T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T03:34:22.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE ITENARY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16th Feb - Night Of Papparazi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of our annual dinner and dance. A night I could not forget as that was the 1st time I wore an evening gown wearing heels and walk in front of hundreds of my peers. Tho I did not witness much of the happening events, I must say that I enjoyed myself thoroughly with the other contestants. Yup.. I was involved in the pageant's contest. Khekhe. Thinking bout it makes me smile and just laugh to myself. I did alright as I did not make a fool out of myself. That's good enuff... Well.. Didnt manage to snap lots of pics on dat day itself (too busy) but there are some pics to remind me of the fruitful event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC015461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC015461.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The photo shoot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01583.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01578.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01569.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01572.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's all bout fun fun fun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;17th Feb - Bangkok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd trip with a purpose. The concert was held for 2 nites. A total of 8 bands performed. 1st nite concert featured international bands such as DEUS, IAN BROWN, FRANZ FERDINAND &amp; last but not least the ever notorious OASIS. 2nd nite featured FUTUREHEADS, SNOW PATROL, MAXIMO PARK &amp;amp; PLACEBO. Words can't describe my feelings and the atmosphere was just overwhelming. The rest of the time in bangkok was all bout shopping, shopping, and more shopping. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0129.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0135.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0135.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0135.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC016281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC016281.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01588.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_01593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_01593.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_01571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_01571.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_01481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="128" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_01481.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_01681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_01681.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's my friend, my luv, my ehemz &amp; my GREATEST shopping buddy!! Luv Ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_01681.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01625.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC016191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="146" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC016191.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;22nd Feb - In-Service + Retreat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01652.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01672.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01672.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01671.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01670.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole week has been fully utilised and I'm exhausted to the max... .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114072238376614799?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114072238376614799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114072238376614799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114072238376614799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114072238376614799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/02/itenary-16th-feb-night-of-papparazi.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-114046039376936391</id><published>2006-02-21T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:41:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/IMG_0135.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0187.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/IMG_0187.0.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERB.&lt;br /&gt;BREATHTAKING.&lt;br /&gt;STUNNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I would summarize the trip. More updates on the trip and my D&amp;D  later on cos I'm gonna catch up on my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a glimpse of the shopping bag after 3 days... HEHE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/IMG_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/IMG_0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-114046039376936391?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/114046039376936391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=114046039376936391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114046039376936391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/114046039376936391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/02/superb.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113994309572760691</id><published>2006-02-15T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T02:54:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU never failed to make her mad, shed her precious tears every now and then. YOU are so full of yourself. All this while SHE has put up with your nonsense, your unrealistic demands, your money mindedness. The patience she has with you is something i respect. Each and every cent you spent you expect that amount of cash to be paid back to you. WTH?? And now, YOU expect her to do something which she would never ever do and when that happens, YOU said she's someone who doesnt listen to YOU. All this while, who listened to YOUR complaints? YOUR whining?? And when she defends her family, her own flesh and blood, YOU accused her of being rude. And the moment she stands up for herself, YOU laid ur hands on her. I heard, I watched, holding back my temper, holding back my anger. YOU should know damn well what on earth will happen if I were to retaliate on what YOU have done. Nobody makes her shed tears when i'm around. The last time i retaliated I when this happens, I got a swollen cheek from YOU. But now no more. I held back cos when I look at her, I know the consequences of the after effect. YOU would blame her for my behaviour and it will never end. And she has to take in all that cos of what I did. I"m not that stupid anymore. But I swear that I am not gonna keep quiet the next time it happens.  Trust me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hated you then, and I hate YOU now.... I really really do. YOU don't earn my respect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113994309572760691?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113994309572760691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113994309572760691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113994309572760691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113994309572760691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-never-failed-to-make-her-mad-shed_15.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113959291975617595</id><published>2006-02-11T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:35:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess its been long since I drop an entry in this space of mine. I'm just lacking of inspiration or there's nothing interesting to really update. Of course during this point there were ups and downs. Love got some good news for his mum and I'm happy for both of them. Indirectly, I'm happy cos of other reasons.. Khekhe *hint hint* Haha! Only he knows what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, in a matter of days, it'll be my annual dinner and dance function.. and I'm kinda having cold feet.. I'm just nervous and I really hope I don't make a fool out of myself. Can't imagine i'm going to walk in heels and evening gown.. My goodness!! And further more, its in front of the whole division.. See the pressure i'm facing? Tho I tell myself that I'm just gonna enjoy myself on that day but it doesnt seem to be working... The only consolation is that none of my teammates willl be there cos it falls on our working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exactly next week, I'm flying off to Bangkok again. Yipee!!! This time, I'll be going there for a reason.. I'm gonna watch BANGKOK 100 ROCK FESTIVAL. Kinda pretty excited cos I've never been to a concert before. I really do not know what to expect. Tho some of the bands that are performing are not up to my genre of music but then again, music's international so what the heck, I'll make sure that I enjoy every minute of it. Khekhe. I'm just looking forward to Oasis and fran ferdinand performing... and not forgetting lots and lots of SHOPPING!!!! wee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113959291975617595?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113959291975617595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113959291975617595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113959291975617595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113959291975617595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-its-been-long-since-i-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113821572985841775</id><published>2006-01-26T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:06:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm supposed to be asleep at this hour, but after reading the latest post from Zul's blog has kept me up.. In case where some might be wondering what the heck I'm referring to, here's an extract from his entry... (Zul, hope you dun mind ya bro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"what if one day you get married... and only found out that your wife is impotent??... what would you do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"wat if u are already married and you only realised that you are impotent?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A normal human's reaction: " No, it will not happen to me." and I guess this issue won't be discuseed with our partners as it may seem of unimportance however it might aslo be too sensitive an issue to touch upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My mind keep asking.." so fad.. what will you do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honestly, I do not know how to handle this. It can just bring someone down even thinking about it. But to me in the circumstances that you are married?? If the wife is impotent, the chances of husband leaving will be a likelihood. If the husband's impotent? I think its both. The chances of wife leaving is also there, the husband leaving the wife is also there. (as the husband might be too ashamed of himself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess its even worst if you gotta know it before you are married. Can your partner accept the fact? Can we ourself accept that fact?? True enough, if you were to discuss it with your gf or bf now, they might say that its alright and there are other alternatives of conceiving. But note that its ONLY A DISCUSSION. But when it actually happens to you?? Honestly, I don't think those sweet words will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It'll be a lie right if an individual doesn't think twice bout their partners?? I assume even in cases where they are already married. But then, in my views, this is the period where its either you make it together or break it. Like love said to me ,"it'll be a sweet success if both were to pull through it together and eventually produce results." Yupz.. suceess will be sweet if you manage to pull it together, but what if you don't?? Its just gonna ruin somebody's life, somebody's future and definitely my own future if it happens to me. So are we willing to take the risk of ruining someone elses life knowing that our own future is bleak? Although we might wanna take note that its all god's will that it happens to us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.."sedangkan sebuah perkhawinan boleh tercetusnya percerian akibat kenyataan ini, apatah lagi dua insan yang masih dalam alam percintaan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.."will this be a test of true love?"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*sighs*.... inside my head now are all nothing but just ? ? ? ? ? ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ps: thanks zul, it's really an eye opener cos I have never thought of all of this before and its a good thing that it was surface up in your post. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113821572985841775?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113821572985841775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113821572985841775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113821572985841775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113821572985841775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-supposed-to-be-asleep-at-this-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113785544198543525</id><published>2006-01-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:46:50.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just when I thought the sun will remain to shine, it had to rain today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just when I thought my tears would have dried up, it had to fall again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How long can one hope for happiness to last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me, short while. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I make a big fuss out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was I overreacting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I dun think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was I asking for the stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was I asking for the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was I asking for the impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wished I had the ability &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To sleep thru the nite soundly &amp; peacefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretend as if nothing had happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I can't...Cos that just aint me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I asked for is a special place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I was "forgotten"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You might apologise cos u didnt intend to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But sometimes.. I jus feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not ask me how I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cos I'm not good at describing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At times I feel all the love one could ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But at times I feel unwanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I never doubted your love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I am asking for too much from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I know how you feel  bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I guess its just me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am direct with my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not withelding  bout how I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My words will hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So do forgive me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113785544198543525?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113785544198543525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113785544198543525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113785544198543525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113785544198543525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-when-i-thought-sun-will-remain-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113775504193332790</id><published>2006-01-20T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:20:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started the day as early as 10 am. Went for a meeting and after that made way to choose the clothes for the photoshoot. Didnt know choosing wat to wear would be a very big headache. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our late lunch at Fish &amp; Co. Ordered our food, and while waiting for the food, I got my first gift. Khekhe... A simple and nice card with movie tickets.. Yippee!! The show I wanted to watch. "Memoirs of a Geisha"... The food came and I was like..so much ah?? Anyway.. managed to finish up my food except for the green stuffs. Khekhe.. Got my 2nd gift after our lunch.. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the gift... i was like a small child gleaming with joy when I saw the thing... It was the exact thing which I saw the other time before we made our way to Naz's place.. ( guess only azy knows what I'm talking bout) A girl's best friend as some may term it... Khekhe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that excitement, took a walk to digest our full stomaches before catching the movie. It was a good show and I have no regrets watching it. Maybe I'll try to read the book. Khekhe.. Who knoes there are some part which the movie miss out?? So the next movie I cant wait to watch will be the "Da Vinci Code". But that will made its debut on May 19th. Guess that will be a better movie cos both of us had read the book so it wont cause that much confusion. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful day.... I'm tired yet happy.. happy.. happy. Sometimes he pampers me so much and yet sometimes he made me have the feeling of strangling him... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01295.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01296.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01292.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC01299.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113775504193332790?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113775504193332790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113775504193332790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113775504193332790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113775504193332790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/01/started-day-as-early-as-10-am.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113760606108925023</id><published>2006-01-19T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:41:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another stepping stone, another new chapter of my life. This new chapter was celebrated in a small manner wif my family. The thought of my mum going to the extend of buying me a cake to celebrate it wif me, means a lot to me. The first thing she said to me when I got home.." I bought u a cake to celebrate your birthday just in case I'm not able to see u tommorrow. " The fact that she got my bro to come back early so that all of us do not need to stay up late to cut the cake. These little gestures  may not matter to others but it matters a lot to me. Tho the past few days I felt as if the sun will never shine again on my life, today they are the one who shed the rays of light. I felt some glimmering hope that everything will turn out fine in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Age is nothing but numbers, its what inside that counts" .. Thank you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: To all who flooded my sms inbox.. Thank you for all the wishes. Appreciate it lots. khekhe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113760606108925023?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113760606108925023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113760606108925023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113760606108925023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113760606108925023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-stepping-stone-another-new.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113748080134518876</id><published>2006-01-17T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:53:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No updates cos I'm not in the bloody mood.&lt;br /&gt;My wish for the new year to be smooth sailing has already gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;Nothin will remain beautiful as how i wish it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I realised one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT DOESNT PAY TO BE NICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113748080134518876?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113748080134518876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113748080134518876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113748080134518876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113748080134518876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-updates-cos-im-not-in-bloody-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113646337881653014</id><published>2006-01-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:16:18.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Time for an update. My new year's been beautiful so far. ( Hope it will stay that way.) Apart from all that, spent most of my time at home doing productive things. Yeah fad.. playing with my new gadget that I recently bought. That's productive to me. Haha. Addictive. Hard to put it down. I luv my PS2 &amp; the fact that I now have a 40GB portable hard drive courtesy of my brother. What more can I ask for right. Everything is in my room, except the fridge which my mummy is against me buying. Khekhe.. Clever her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball training has started and boy my stamina has gone way way down. Maybe its time I cut down my smoking. Hmmm.....Should I?? Bear in mind that I state the word cut down and not quit. Maybe that will be my new year resolution.. Yeah right. As if. Dream on fad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Something happened today. I was riding back home. Road condition: Slippery. Traffic: Peak period = Slow moving.   Lucky for these 2 factors that a rider and his pillion escaped without any major injuries. It happened just a distance away from where I was. This brainless BMW driver just made his way out of the filter lane without even checking his blind spot. And I guess the rider's instinct was to avoid colliding into the "luxury car". Result: He skidded. Lucky for him there were some good samaritans (riders) ehemz ehemz.. includes me managed to help the couple. The brainless nikamput driver didnt even bother to stop and say sorry. Loser. The other drivers decided to play music with their horns. Please lah.. How big space can a few bikes take up. We were at the side of the road even a fire pumper can pass thru. (ok lah, maybe i am exagerating, but yeah, the lane is still passable) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask the lady whether she needed any medical treatment caused she suffered minor abrasions, the moment after she replied that she's ok, she turn to the rider and started scolding him for being stupid, blind etc. Mind you, its in the presence of the other riders. And the guy, being a gentlemen (I think) just kept quiet. Taken aback, I felt like telling of the lady that its damn obvious that its not the rider's fault but i decided to keep my mouth shut. Really pity the guy at that point of time. Not wanting to witness another drama, guess the other riders and me have the same thinking; "start your bike and scram" khekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's all. Shifting my focus back to my game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113646337881653014?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113646337881653014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113646337881653014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113646337881653014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113646337881653014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113599583504149026</id><published>2005-12-31T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:23:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Closing entry of 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning we get up and go about our day heavily influenced by the things that happen to us. After awhile we start to resemble a bouncing ball that bounces from side to side, never knowing where it's going next. It seems to be a process that continues year after year, and as we look back we never seem to quite know where the time went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in my life I've felt like a sailor on a ship that had no destination or course. The steering wheel turned where it wanted, with no one showing the way. At some point each one of us has to walk towards that wheel, as fearful as it may seem, and grab it and begin to take control of our lives. As we chart our course we have to ask ourselves "Who am I? And where am I going?" One thing I've learned along the way is that if I'm not honest with myself about what it is that I want to do with my life, it becomes almost impossible to find a sense of fulfillment and a lasting happiness. I've tried to do a number of things in life...most of the time for the wrong reasons. I guess we all become preoccupied with what it is other people want us to be, sometimes even with good intentions. It's important at certain points to stop and listen to your heart.In my life I find personal reflection a very valuable source for the times when I get scared and feel that I'm losing my way.My ship sometimes sails through stormy weather but what keeps me going is that somewhere on the horizon I know I will see the sun. Very rarely is there smooth sailing all of the time. We must battle our storms...but the journey must be undertaken so that we can see how important and needed we are as individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At imes, we have to change our perspective, take charge of our own life and make our own change. There may very well be many negative circumstances or events happening in our life at the present moment and there may be nothing we can do to change them. However, we can change our attitude about it and find out exactly what a powerful force that can be.So if you haven't already, don't be afraid...take control of your ship. Sail the sea to your destination and discover the wonder of who you are and what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing everyone a Happy New Year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113599583504149026?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113599583504149026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113599583504149026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113599583504149026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113599583504149026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/closing-entry-of-2005-every-morning-we.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113579213726986222</id><published>2005-12-29T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:48:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The result of my hair experiment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(200).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28200%29.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From this hairdo... To&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;This..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC01159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/DSC01159.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm luving it... haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(200).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113579213726986222?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113579213726986222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113579213726986222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113579213726986222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113579213726986222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/result-of-my-hair-experiment.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113571621926099719</id><published>2005-12-28T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T04:43:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Straight? Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Curly? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Waves? Does it suit me?&lt;br /&gt;Spiral? Maybe fun.&lt;br /&gt;Crimps? Weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That's how i spent my time playing with my new gadget that I just bought. If I dun like any of it, i'll jus do it over and over again, till I am satisfied. If it still not up to my expectations, den i'll just let it be. Nothing to lose. Hakz!  Instead of complaining and whining on what I should do with it, to keep it long or to cut it..I decided to put my creativity to work. In case, you are wondering what on earth I'm blabbering about here.. Well its gotta do with hairstyles.. Khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I go, fixing all the different gadgets, trying it out on my hair.. Instead of just using one style, I did some of it together.. Straight+Waves + spiral =  ok lah.. can be improve but i like. Looks different.  But then again, I cant stick with this hairstyle cos it doesnt suit my work. So when I'm at work, I'll just stick to my normal one.. And when its time for me to look good (like real).. I think I'll try a different hairstlye. Instead of wasting my $$ on salons why not do it myself. There's more options that way. Haha.. Stingy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess later this week I'm gonna splurge again on a new gadget.. hehe.. Can't wait to buy it! I'll update again when I have posssesion of the new thingy. *i'm smiling ever so wickedly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113571621926099719?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113571621926099719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113571621926099719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113571621926099719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113571621926099719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/straight-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113536862387664637</id><published>2005-12-24T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T04:17:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My home theatre set finally arrived and I'm still pretty much excited bout it cos I didn't get to meddle with all the functions much as I was running out of time. Luckily, my love was around to help me out with the wires and everything while my dad was busy asking him to check for the serial numbers to fill up the warranty card. Khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then made our way to our chill out session courtesy of my lil bro.. epul. We were joined shortly by the others and the fun begins and it lasted till bout wee hours of the morning. Made our way home cos love had to go off for work in bout few hours time. Great company, nice people.. I feel so blessed to have them around me..Khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 138px" height="422" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01075.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="273" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01074.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="406" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01060.jpg" width="353" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 138px" height="317" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01054.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="291" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01056.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="415" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01057.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="307" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01059.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="378" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC01063.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113536862387664637?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113536862387664637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113536862387664637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113536862387664637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113536862387664637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-home-theatre-set-finally-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/th_DSC01075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113528120637696200</id><published>2005-12-23T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T04:01:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week has passed since I last updated. What have I been doing?? hehe.. Shopping, shopping &amp; more shopping!! Khekhe.. Pampered myself to the max. After setting aside the compulsory cash, insurance, road tax, etc.. I realised that I got enough to pamper myself, and not forgetting my loved ones too.. Haha! and I'm enjoying each and every minute and the amount of cash that I spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself lotsa stuffs.. from clothings to electrical gadgets. But guess the latest splurge was on a dvd home theatre set for my family. . Well.. I gotta think of my family too apart from myself. It doesnt even take me 10 mins to decide to buy that set. khekhe. I'm pretty amazed myself. Since mummy just won a 29 inch tv set, I decided to complement it with a new home theatre set. Yippeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all that, 20th december, i set a record for myself. Participated in my division own version of 'Amazing Race' which was held at Sentosa and guess it was rather amazing. I walked and walked for approximately 20km till my legs ache to the core. (pretty lucky that my team are a bunch of slackers who are not so keen on running) My endurance level was put to a test and what else can I say ... I am proud of myself. (for those who doesnt know me that well.. I HATE WALKING AND RUNNING LONG DISTANCE) I realised that having my own transport since last 7 years have proved to me one thing. I'm too pampered and plain lazy!! Tho the whole event was a very tiring one, I did have fun. Solving all those puzzles, doing the tasks of which some I find it just plain stupidity. But then again, doing something stupid once in a while is alright. (cos everyone is doing the same stupid thing.. Khekhe) Guess my next suffering day will be the day i take my IPPT.. Arrrgghhhhh!! I dread that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Epul... Hope you had fun ya.. Sorry to pull you in last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pss: Love, thank you for accompanying me to do all those shopping without any complaints.. Khekhe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113528120637696200?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113528120637696200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113528120637696200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113528120637696200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113528120637696200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-week-has-passed-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113466869337586102</id><published>2005-12-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T04:33:32.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Its been a bumpy ride for me for the week that has passed. Emotionally and mentally drained out. On a positive note, the last 2 days was kinda preoccupied. Busy with the celebrations of my 2 ns boys who end their term. Guess these 2 boys will remember their last 2 days of serving the nation.. khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="367" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC00978.jpg" width="282" /&gt;Syaifulazim &lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="387" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC00977.jpg" width="159" /&gt;Kahar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~both of you have done us proud~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Straight after our morning shift.. had a mini celebration for these 2 boys.. Had lotsa fun, mostly laughing, and enjoying each other's company. It jus got me reminded of our last hari raya outing. khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="337" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC00971.jpg" width="207" /&gt; Not enuff space.. Duk Bawah pun ok gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 217px" height="319" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC00970.jpg" width="314" /&gt;The Peepz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="292" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/DSC00975.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other NS boyz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;N their last day proved to be a test of their tolerance level as we put our creativity to the test.. Its art lesson time !! The best thing was.. Our OC join in da fun!! khekhe.. Pics of the celebration before our night shift are still not up yet.. *sighs* waiting for my my smiley ns boy faizal to pass it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="436" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01036.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="276" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01039.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;img height="188" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC01037.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Chilli sauce, bananas, markers pens and green tea... khekhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*already reminded you not to park ur bike there.. see wat happens?? kehkhe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~How time really flies with a blink of an eye without even us realising it.. ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113466869337586102?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113466869337586102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113466869337586102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113466869337586102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113466869337586102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-bumpy-ride-for-me-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Chill%20Out%20%20Sessions/th_DSC00978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113455289405750279</id><published>2005-12-14T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:02:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do not make promises if you can't keep them. It hurts. .. And soon the promises, those sweets words, those meanigful words.. will only become words... empty words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113455289405750279?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113455289405750279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113455289405750279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113455289405750279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113455289405750279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-not-make-promises-if-you-cant-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113440439381481713</id><published>2005-12-12T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:20:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's lotsa stuffs to blabber about but the implications are huge. Whether an individual can come to terms with it I'm not sure.. So I'm gonna hold back on my thoughts and sarcasms for the certain individuals. I'm pretty sure that some readers are curious. Let me put it into simple terms. It involves certain readers. Some might say as if people care to read but the counters dun lie. End of story. N one more thin.. I despised copycats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113440439381481713?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113440439381481713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113440439381481713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113440439381481713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113440439381481713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-lotsa-stuffs-to-blabber-about.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113363619666951072</id><published>2005-12-04T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T03:44:13.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congragulations!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal 3 dec 2005.. hehe... alhamdullillah... Juherman &amp; Fildza selamat *&lt;em&gt;diijab kabulkan&lt;/em&gt;... They are now husband &amp;amp; wife... I was proud to witness the ceremony of my close friend.. my good buddy at werk... Feel so happy for the both of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Fildza's place at bout 1510hrs.. thought of wanting to go to Man's place first but afraid both of us couldnt make it in time. Supposedly to be at Man's place at 1400hrs but during that time.. I was still at home.. Love stopped over at my place to pick me up... Had our coffee first before we made our way down to Fildza's place.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the groom but tak muncul2 the king of da day.. so we decided to go up to the bride's home first.. It was kinda of cosy at first but then we all kinda got 'chased' away to make way for the &lt;em&gt;Kadi&lt;/em&gt; and the king to be seated there.... So ok lah.. Moved up to the staircase ... Kinda cramped up but me and love being kinda 'cute' in size managed to get quite a good place and to view the ceremony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my suprise, the '&lt;em&gt;Kadi&lt;/em&gt;' came first before the groom... (Per da manz... ko nya *&lt;em&gt;hegeh2&lt;/em&gt; kadi sampai dulu) khekhe..... but then the kadi didnt have to wait for long... few minutes later... jeng jeng jeng... comes the groom.... Juherman look very thin but cant blame him cos he just undergo surgery and is still recovering from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of him cos he only lafaz the *&lt;em&gt;nikah&lt;/em&gt; once... For the first time ... I did not witness Juherman stammer when he spoke.. UNBELIEVABLE!! (he was known to be the&lt;em&gt; gagap&lt;/em&gt; one at werk) khekhe..... well.. gotta know also the '&lt;em&gt;sanding&lt;/em&gt;' will be scheduled on 4th June 2006 (insya-allah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course... after dat its pics taking time!! so here I'm gonna say... Congrats to the both of you n of course...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! wee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After da pics session and fillin up our tummy... went home to change and we were off to a my friend's place in Sengkang for her lil gal 3rd birthday... Had loadsa fun ... fillin up my stomache to the brim.. While the ladies were congregating in the living room watching videos... The men decided to have their boy talk session in front of the gate... yeah of all places... cannot blame .. we already occupied the living room with the cosy sofa seats... All of us then had a mini movie session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time everything was over.. I was feeling so tired topping up the fact I was down with a flu.. To summarise everything..It had been a wonderful day.. I feel so blessed. Thank you love for completing my not so lucky  life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*diijab kabulkan - formalisation matrimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*kadi - the person who solemises the ceremony of the day.. (muslim judge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*hegeh - taking own sweet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*gagap - stammering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113363619666951072?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113363619666951072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113363619666951072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113363619666951072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113363619666951072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/12/congragulations.html' title='Congragulations!!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113334062293603454</id><published>2005-11-30T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:26:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;His First wife makeover..... From this....&lt;strike&gt;sarapz&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="282" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00489.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a customise 'Deftones' ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="491" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/untitled.jpg" width="468" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm.... wat can I say???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113334062293603454?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113334062293603454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113334062293603454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113334062293603454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113334062293603454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113327363997858569</id><published>2005-11-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:24:53.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups &amp; Down</title><content type='html'>My Ups:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has passed.. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Productive? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter and an Arsenal game, apart from that&lt;br /&gt;its mostly cropped up at home time.&lt;br /&gt;Yupz.. for the past one whole week.. its just like that&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when u have a huge hole in d pockets. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Guess the only most productive thing I did was to wash my two vehicles..&lt;br /&gt;(of course with help la...)&lt;br /&gt;In fact he was da one who brought all the stuffs.. I only need to bring down the pail.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;A record breaking for me cos after nearly 1 yr plus owning the bike.. this is my first time washing it... Wee!! (not easy to maintain 2 vehicles)&lt;br /&gt;My 1st time watching soccer in da clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Ambience was nice, cosy.. Too bad we came kinda late..&lt;br /&gt;The cosy sofas were taken up... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="464" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00918.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="405" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00919.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="435" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00931.jpg" width="344" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="466" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00932.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; NO.... I'm not a big fan of Arsenal... HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: Must admit tho I had fun watching the game .. Even had a greater fun time drooling at "that one" gorgeous hunk  ... Right bah?? I'm sick in da brain, a freak...yeah.. i know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Downs:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to pay day&lt;br /&gt;Trying to list out the stuffs needed to be settled&lt;br /&gt;As I list, I give up, seeing the amount of figures I gotta "donate"&lt;br /&gt;Chances of pampering myslef is slim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work environment don't help&lt;br /&gt;With my sinus, it made my life suffer&lt;br /&gt;All the construction, renovation, dust&lt;br /&gt;My nose tap is broken yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking pissed off at work&lt;br /&gt;I don't give damn to what u are carrying on your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't use your brain and I will tell you off&lt;br /&gt;Label me rude, arrogant..but trust me, I dun care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113327363997858569?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113327363997858569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113327363997858569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113327363997858569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113327363997858569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/ups-down.html' title='Ups &amp; Down'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113254954393390375</id><published>2005-11-21T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:12:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>Feeling nak tulis dalam bahasa melayu aku yang sarap nie.... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah aper benda da rasuk dalam badan aku pun aku tak tau. Otak da lari agaknya. Itu tak kena, ini tak kena... Bak kata, semua bendalah tak kena. Nak kata pre menstrual sydnrome.. tak pulak... ntah2 post menstrual syndrom tak?? Ader ke?? Yang aku tahu post natal syndrome tu aderlah... uiks!! haha... Fikirkan balik.. kesian sayang aku .. tak buat salah pun kena marah... buat salah.. lagi buruk padahnya... Aku rasa dia terpaksa lah sabar ngan karenah aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling emo sangat lah aku nie... Kater org.. makin tua makin relaks.. yang aku lak makin tua makin menjadi lak emo aku...duh...( sampai sini jer lah melayu aku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting back on my life.. I can't help but have this feeling that I'm a failure,(personal life) though I have everything currently.. Stable job, my own vehicles, my parents and someone who loves me.... I'm not afraid to admit this... I made lotsa mistakes throughout my journey in search for someone.. Mistakes that can never be erased from my memories...Even though sometimes I tried not to think about all the hurt the others caused me and the hurt that I've caused others, it just keeps coming back. To forgive is easy.. to forget.. Its hard.. At times I wish to thank those who have hurt me cos without them, I would have never learnt from my lessons. Whether to the persons that I've caused hurt has forgiven me, I jus hope they do.... I'm only human and I make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it happens to everyone at one point of their life or another. At one point of time, we are jus like the eagle.. soaring up high in the sky.. and when suddenly things took for a change and we lost our ability to fly.. Hopes, dreams.. all come crashing... shattered. Just like that. The lessons that I've learnt, have refrained me from having too high hopes. Not daring to dream so far ahead, cos this time round, once I tumble.. I will not know how to climb up again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hurt that I've went thru affects me presently somehow or rather as much I do not wish it to. And when it affects me.. It indirectly will affect my thinking of the other person. I jolly well know that each and every individual is different.. and the past is the past... But my past is something that I can't get over ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful to the ONE for giving me a chance to live my life..To continue this journey of mine.. till when.. that is up to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: Love, I'm thankful that HE made you came into my life... and I pray that it will stay that way.... although I know that one day HE will take you away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113254954393390375?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113254954393390375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113254954393390375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113254954393390375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113254954393390375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113254254443610512</id><published>2005-11-20T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T12:23:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Added to my playlist for my favourites songs of the year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will not break the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you did y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've learned the hard way to never let it get that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I am afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I lose my way and it's not too long before you point it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cannot cry because you know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I am afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I watched you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so young you should have known better than to lean on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You just saw your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or the same damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113254254443610512?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113254254443610512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113254254443610512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113254254443610512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113254254443610512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/because-of-you.html' title='Because Of You...'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113233743901820693</id><published>2005-11-17T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T02:15:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy!!!</title><content type='html'>It could be seen clearly that everyone's lacking of their rest .. But made their way to the team's gathering... (cant blame cos it falls on our sleeping off) The food was yummylicious.. hehe.. ( didnt get to taste the chicken wings tho.. darn..) The pit was filled with those bbq-ing their food. (nak makan pun queue ke). Apart from that, its another way for us to bond ourselves with each other. hmmm... guess i'm too lazy and too tired to write more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FOODS GALORE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="439" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0335.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 190px" height="312" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0336.jpg" width="301" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="385" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0337.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the arrival and bonding of the team....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="310" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0279.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="300" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0288.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="399" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0345.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="362" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0303.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="285" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0343.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="446" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0282.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="379" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0283.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="391" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0320.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N one more thing to note... I GOT MY OWN STAMP COLLECTION!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="244" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0300.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="488" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0298.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the card dat comes together with my own set of stamps..... I'm loving it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113233743901820693?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113233743901820693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113233743901820693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113233743901820693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113233743901820693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/yummy.html' title='Yummy!!!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113200349217986252</id><published>2005-11-15T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T05:28:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pherw....</title><content type='html'>13 hrs... My longest hours spent visiting... Everything turned out as planned. Though it was kinda last minute planning... I was fully satisfied at the turnout.. Though dearie gotta be activated halfway during the outing.. but managed to join us back again...Nothing much to be said cos pictures says a thousand words!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our 1st Lebaran together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="484" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0212.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1st pit stop : Md Shaiful @ Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="450" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0206.jpg" width="453" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="452" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0209.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="413" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0210.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2nd Pit stop: Md Ismail @ tampines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="409" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0213.jpg" width="335" /&gt; Kak Jun and son..Md Mirza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="451" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0218.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="273" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0216.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="277" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0214.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always time for posing!!&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="323" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0219.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3rd stop : Zarkasih aka Zac @ Jalan Paras (i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="435" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0221.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="369" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0222.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th stop: Tjoa Nazri..@ Eunos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="407" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0225.jpg" width="414" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempat bdk2 nie main PS.. ish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 410px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="473" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0224.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;While waiting for the rest to arrive at the next stop.. aper lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak geng kotz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="479" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0226.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aper pulak nie??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="454" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0227.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorang ke cik abang oi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="520" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0228.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. tahan tu tembok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="466" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0229.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purest of painz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="474" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0230.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice combo of colourz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 436px" height="511" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0231.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Boss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="427" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0233.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5th pit stop: Razali.. @ MacPherson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="386" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0235.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak tuang air pun sempat eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 413px" height="516" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0236.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;6th stop: Kak Jun..@ Punggol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="473" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0237.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="299" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0240.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku nikahkan dikau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="450" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0239.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="341" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0238.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpark pun jadilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2D tak jadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 281px" height="402" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0242.jpg" width="413" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak sepasang jer ngan motor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="413" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0244.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="442" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0245.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;7th pit stop: Syaifulazim @ Jurong West Extensionz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="392" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0247.jpg" width="389" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Pak Lebai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="501" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0248.jpg" width="417" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;8th pit stop: Imran aka Immiez @ Clementi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 277px" height="342" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0254.jpg" width="336" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... sini pun bolehlah.. entrance to Imz 'condominium'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="358" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0249.jpg" width="477" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooh's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="451" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0251.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da penat ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 235px" height="558" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0253.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;9th pit stop: Kahar @ Bukit Batok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="477" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0255.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;10th stop: Nazri @ Bukit Batok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="409" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0258.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the new baby gal.. Nadra Raissha.. Soo tiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="498" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0256.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couplingz In Redz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="369" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0259.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;11th Stop: Fairuz @ Fajar Rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="384" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0262.jpg" width="323" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;12th stop: Lin's (kahar Gf) @ Bangkit Rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="406" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0266.jpg" width="324" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uiks?? boleh ke keluar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="373" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0263.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;13th stop: Yours Truly @ Woodlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(notice dat immiez has a 'baby' with him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="452" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0273.jpg" width="402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yalah tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="368" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0270.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="272" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0271.jpg" width="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immiez bz with manja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 325px" height="349" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0268.jpg" width="411" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immiez with chomel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="326" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0275.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da 3 fathers with their kitties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="377" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/IMG_0274.jpg" width="489" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guyz... it had been a long yet fruitful day... khekhe... Jangan menyesal eh... khekhe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113200349217986252?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113200349217986252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113200349217986252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113200349217986252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113200349217986252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/pherw.html' title='Pherw....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Lebaran%202005/th_IMG_0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113199943853202589</id><published>2005-11-13T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:24:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KamPunG Dayz..</title><content type='html'>The day has arrived.Had only bout 2hrs of sleep and off I went to the neighbouring country to pay a visit to my aunt &amp; my 2 cuzzies..Meeting point : Singgah Selalu....Been donkey years since we went there.. Apparently I was the 'star karatz' of da day .. Got stuck in the jam for bout nearly 3 hours plus the fact the my dad and sis keep irritating me with their smses and their calls asking me where I was... ARRRGGHHH!!! Lucky I had someone to whine to .. khekhe...(not physically there but spiritually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei yotz... Dun be disappointed ok... No chickens and ducks to chase around like those old days ... and not even a single cow in sight to take pictures also!! haha... Nanti aku ajak ko gi Zoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess while waiting for this 'star karat' to appear.. the rest had their stomach filled at Singgah Selalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 316px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="303" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_018.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="206" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_017.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amira must be thinkin... Bila nie puteri nak sampai ek??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 253px" height="309" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_021.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of da star of da day.. (still feeling bit pissed tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="310" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_022.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startin off the journey... Mesti pose dulu ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="211" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_024.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey itself... Sempat lak tu amik gambar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 272px" height="274" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_025.jpg" width="253" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="201" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_027.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makcik Su glamour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="223" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_029.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Other 3 Bloggie Cuzzie Of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="237" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_032.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD SKOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="287" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_067.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Picture Taking Time!! Pose ler cepat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="314" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_035.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="290" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_039.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;img height="239" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_041.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Olden glamour dayz... KHekhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="303" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_059.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="340" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_060.jpg" width="321" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="276" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_061.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="287" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_062.jpg" width="331" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of 2 emotions... Gotcha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_058.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop : My Home Sweet Home in JB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="234" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_093.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banana tree planted by daddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="307" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_094.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewah pakcik aku.. da tua pun nak main buai2 ke?? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="254" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_084.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="285" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_080.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;img height="262" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_087.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 218px" height="250" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/jb_083.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was great getting together. Loadsa fun!! Kecorable habiz lah!!!While the rest of the continued their day at Kotaraya.. I was off to home.. TOO SLEEPY TO CONTINUE LAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dear cuzzies... till we meet again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113199943853202589?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113199943853202589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113199943853202589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113199943853202589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113199943853202589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/kampung-dayz.html' title='KamPunG Dayz..'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113161557626144933</id><published>2005-11-09T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:37:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinky Pink</title><content type='html'>Love picked me up and send me to work earlier. khekhe.. Lately I've been pampered too much and been chauffeured around by him. (Jadi princess japz aku) Stopped over @ Great World City for dinner. It was there that I received an sms from Nazri dat his wifey had given birth to a baby gal... Wee!! Finally.. coz Aida was kinda due. Khekhe. Glad both mum &amp; baby are well. After sending me, love went to visit our Mr Juhermanz (when you gettin discharge bro??)and met up with the proud new called father, Naz. But sadly to say he didnt get the chance to see the baby up close and personal. SO WASTED. Wonder who does the baby resembles eh... Naz or Aida.. Must go and pay them a visit soon. Looking forward to buy baby's stuff for them. Apa lagi baby gal ... sooo many things can buy. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Nadra Raissha... Welcome to the wonderful world .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics taken on my visiting day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ABDUL RAHMAN FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="587" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0122.jpg" width="663" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ladies In PinK Yours TruLy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="403" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/mummyme.jpg" width="341" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="574" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0124.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mummy &amp; Yours Truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 375px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="526" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0131.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Abang &amp; Yours Truly (muka penat.. da nak balik oi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="480" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0162.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Muka Maintain ler.. wahai kakak ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="474" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00752.jpg" width="517" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Da 2 Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="602" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/mummymenurul.jpg" width="657" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bro &amp; Wife to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="904" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0126.jpg" width="854" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Our Two Machines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="602" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0133.jpg" width="503" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Org Tua engrossed bebual gue sempat posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="486" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0154.jpg" width="549" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma LiTTle DeViLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 226px" height="915" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0139.jpg" width="601" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Little Devil &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="400" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/IMG_0155.jpg" width="584" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suweet kan kan kan???? HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113161557626144933?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113161557626144933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113161557626144933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113161557626144933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113161557626144933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/pinky-pink.html' title='Pinky Pink'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113157184611308719</id><published>2005-11-07T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:31:30.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you..</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day at home entertaining guests. Still in pain.. Had to do the household chores &amp; everything. (wat to do.. the only daughter in da house). Mum gave me massages as and when there's no guests and when I opened up my mouth and complain. Hehe.. I realised that I had lotsa nieces &amp;amp; nephews. Being the youngest cousin from my dad's side certainly has its disadvantages. (money matters la... deficit.. no profit gain) khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with love after his run for our usual coffee session. Reached home bout nearly 2 plus i think and we continued our conversation on da phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossed and turned in bed.. But just couldnt sleep. Tears flowing.. I couldn't stop thinking bout our earlier conversation. I can't describe the sadness I felt.. To put it as I sympathise his position.. I don't.. I respected him even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.. In regards to the conversation.. This is what I wish to say to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"True enough, nobody could understand what you're going thru and the position that you're in. Your commitment to your family is something which I truly admire and deserves great respect. Its not easy, I know. As you've said, lots of sacrifices has to be made and it's gonna deprived an individual. Dear .. I'm not sure myself whether I'm up to the task of sacrificing, and I'm not sure also if I'm ever good or fit enough for you. Since we are together, I hope that you could have faith in me, have faith in yourself that everything will be fine. Please do not give up any hope on your happiness. As I've mentioned.. If we're meant to be, we are.. This is something I hope as for now both of us will try to work things out. Though honestly, some of the words you uttered made me lose some hope of us but guess I won't be giving up easily. I wish to go thru this with you and I hope you will give me the chance to. Do spare some thought for your happiness k.. I might not be the one in the future.. But as for now.. I will hold your hand and walk thru this journey with you... This will be our "adventure"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113157184611308719?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113157184611308719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113157184611308719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113157184611308719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113157184611308719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-you.html' title='To you..'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113156871431946321</id><published>2005-11-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:03:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day....</title><content type='html'>Love picked me up from work with the intention to accompany me to collect my car from my uncle's place in Pasir Ris. But before that we proceeded down to SGH to pay a visit to our Mr Juhermanz. Kinda shock to see him in that state.. Poor juherman.. Pity him.. *sighs* Weather was not on our side.. After buying the coupons at beach rd we went our separate ways and I took a cab down to my uncle's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back driving the car was a torture to me. Can't even control my right hand on the steering wheel cos it hurts too much. Switched to my left hand but the need to change gears kept me using my right to control the wheel. (arrrgghh... wish I was driving mummy's car) Got home, contemplated on whether should I informed my mum about the incident. Didn't wanna spoil her plans to go visiting later in the day. Just when I was about to take a nap, guests started coming in. Feeling tired and sleepy I still had to continue doing the household chores and entertainig my relatives. During the period of time after much delibration, I told mum what had happened. Then there came a good news.. My bro-in-law would be joining us for the visiting so which means he would be driving my car while I could sit back and enjoy the ride on mum's car. Khekhe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only late evening when there was no more guests that the whole family went out. My parents, me, my sis and family &amp; my bro and his wife to be.. Yupz.. Finally my bro's gonna get married somewhere around next year (Insyaallah) I don't know but just don't feel the excitement of him settling down except for the part that his room will be mine.. HaHa!! Not that Im not happy for him.. I am but the feelings just not there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When visiting.. I assume that the attention will be on him cos he brought along a new comer but I was wrong. It shifted to me instead... Thanks ah bro.. The normal stuffs " Abang kau dah nak langsung.. Kau bila pulak??" Aiyah... that question itself seems like a repetition in each and every house we went. DUH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall.. the day was alright cos the whole family got together which was a rare event. Had some meaningful conversations with two of my elderly. Seeing them so frail yet the will to live still going strong. On how they look at their aspects of life amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Decided to be bold and daring ... I wore PINK!! khekhe.. the pics will be up soon.. (I hope) Jus wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113156871431946321?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113156871431946321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113156871431946321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113156871431946321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113156871431946321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-day.html' title='Another Day....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113156325327752454</id><published>2005-11-05T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T04:31:05.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so well after all....</title><content type='html'>2nd day of the festive season and I have to report back to work..*sighs*.. Lucky that it was on my 2nd shift so I managed to get some rest. But guess I wasn't so lucky enough for it to be smooth sailing. Met with a minor accident whislt on da way to work. Kissed a van bumper but thank god I escaped unhurt except for the bruises and da strain muscle on my right shoulder due to the impact of the 'KISS'. (sayang motor la katakan.. khekhe).. I shall comment that its both me &amp; the driver's fault. Why me right... Cos I was traveelng above the speed lmt.. daydreaming, enjoying the blasting music on my earphones.. Driver's fault: His vehicle brake light was not in working condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised it too late.. tho managed to brake in tme but the distance just wasn't enough to avoid the clash. I was lucky that I didn't decide to jump off the bike as the possibiliity of me gettin hit by vehicles from the next lane is high. The driver was actually kind enough to ask me how I was without inspecting his vehicle first.  Informed by him that a taxi stopped abruptedly to alight his passenger. Duh.. Taxi drivers huh.. Generally most of them are like that. (they stop whenever and wherever they feel like) After inspecting that there was no damage to his vehicle, he shook my hand and advised me to ride safely and apologized for the faulty lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave myself some time to regain my composure and continued my journey to work.  That's when my shoulder starts to hurt.  Controlling the bike was diffcult.  Wanted to proceed down to SGH but set myself against it coz takin medical leave would mean one of my colleague who's on leave had to come back to work. Endured the pain thru the whole shift pretending as if nothing had happened. What a night. Even though it was a peaceful night at work.. but my body's not in peace... *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113156325327752454?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113156325327752454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113156325327752454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113156325327752454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113156325327752454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-so-well-after-all.html' title='Not so well after all....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113156018584934917</id><published>2005-11-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:18:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Itself...</title><content type='html'>Was a meaningful one. Its as though I was in cloud nine after everything has settled down. I was kinda hyper when my relatives came over.. Maklumlah.. tak selalu jumpa kan kan kan... khekhe. Though extremely tired.. I felt my day was complete. Its been a while since we had that kinda atmosphere. The closing ceremony for the day was when love came over for a visit. Didn't expect him to be able to make it but he did. His presence completed my day and witnessing my closed and very loved ones on this meaningful day getting together is more than enuff... Enjoy da pics tho there are many more but it will take up too much space.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/raya20051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Foreva Kecoh Cuzzies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/raya2005.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beautiful Babes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="323" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/raya20053.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Lovely Cuzzie &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/raya20052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me... Eda... Yatz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113156018584934917?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113156018584934917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113156018584934917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113156018584934917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113156018584934917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-itself.html' title='The Day Itself...'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113155865422050832</id><published>2005-11-03T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:00:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve Of Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>This is a reply to my love's entry in his latest post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love.. yes.. no doubt that at that point of time, I was very disturbed.. had doubts about you.. about us.. Questions kept popping up in my head which I eventually surfaced up to you after much persuasion. I tried to keep it to myself but I wasn't able to, but after the smses I felt glad you gave me the reassurance, tho I do not know for sure how deep the reassurance was, but it did help in a way or rather. After reading your entry, I'm happy to know that you feel the excitement in our relationship. I'm not sure on how we'll walk thru this 'adventure' of ours.. but I believe that we'll try. Let's hope that everything will go smoothly. (Insya-allah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more lively note.. last minute cleaning up.. doing the household chores to get ready for the big day.. And I'm fully satisfed at how it turned out!!! khekhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="356" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00706.jpg" width="514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Home Sweet Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 513px; HEIGHT: 399px" height="476" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00699.jpg" width="516" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Princess Room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 514px; HEIGHT: 387px" height="483" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Halmyroom.jpg" width="513" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A Preview Of My Love's Room.. (cam bilik pengantin!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113155865422050832?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113155865422050832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113155865422050832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113155865422050832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113155865422050832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/eve-of-eid-mubarak.html' title='Eve Of Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113087001876056684</id><published>2005-11-02T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T02:48:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It has been a wonderful month though there were lotsa hiccups along the way. It has been a test of everything, and I'm glad that we managed to overcome it. Just now was the first time we break our fast together, just the two of us, at a special place, and on a special occasion. Our closing ceremony of the fasting month. The place was comfy, nice ambience with Zubir Abdullah entertaining us.. Both of us had our stomachs filled up till the max till we both got soooo lazy to go anywhere else. BUT I had lotsa other things on my agenda.. which is SHOPPING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going to Geylang Serai but decided to stop somewhere near hoping that i could get all the stuffs in one place.Made our way to to P.S, where i bought some stuffs for my room. Looked around for other things but didnt manage to get what I really wanted. After much deliberation, we decided to proceed down to Geylang Serai. The human traffic was arrrggghhh... Parking space?? Dun dream of getting one. But.. we manage to find a very nice spot to park the car... First stop: Joo Chiat complex... and in within merely ten minutes... I spent near to $100/- !! haha!! I'm amazed myself. With our hands full , decided not to go anywhere else cos cant be bothered to shuffle our way thru that human traffic.. The passenger seat was full to the max.. khekhe... Wat to do, I just have a CUTE car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was fun though there were reasons on why I was not in the mood to celebrate the festive season. Won't be adding anything here for this few weeks cos i'll be busy working, visiting and not forgetting... EATING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Sweetheart, thank you for the dinner and beautiful evening. And thank you for remembering the day... I'm very touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pss: Kepada semua sahabat ku, tak kira jauh atau pun dekat, inginku menyusun sepuluh jari, jikalau sekiranya ada salah dan silap, terkasar bahasa dan menyinggung perasaan. Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113087001876056684?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113087001876056684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113087001876056684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113087001876056684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113087001876056684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-has-been-wonderful-month-though.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-113026104787465534</id><published>2005-10-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:39:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memories ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was chatting wif my cuzzie on msn when i suddenly got reminded of my kittie who passed away... Memories of him running around my house.. playing at whatever dat moves... how nottie and playful he was.. biting everyone...and how he breathed his last in my arms.... He was not even a year old then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was a sudden one. No one knew wat happened. I still remebered clearly what happened on dat day. Was on my way to the toilet when i saw him gasping for breath.. Took him in my arms and started to stroke him .. thought it would make him feel better but boy was i wrong. His two cute tiny hands keep reaching out to me and then suddenly he became still.. Not moving an inch. His eyes was wide opened. Shook him hard but still no movement. I was already in tears by then. I realised that he was gone. No breathing no nothing. My whole family was sleeping. Woke my mum up.. told her wat happened and she got a shock. According to her.. the last time she saw him, he was still running around the house.. I never cried so hard in my life before. My mom tried to calm me down but I was already beyond control.. I was still holding him in my arms. My mom took him away from my hands and told me that he should be buried. With me still in tears.. Me and my mom went downstairs and buried him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think i ever cried dat hard when a person pass away.. Even my mom pointed that out to me. Maybe I just have a soft spot for these feline creatures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wonder what will become of me when my 3 other felines go away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="466" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00157.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 133px" height="473" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00045.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="344" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00208-1.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="142" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00156.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="274" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00193-1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="141" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00002-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-113026104787465534?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/113026104787465534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=113026104787465534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113026104787465534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/113026104787465534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-loving-memories.html' title='In Loving Memories ....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112981388054016202</id><published>2005-10-20T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:31:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC00297.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......TO TWINNY... AzY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last updated. Tied down with work, having to do all the extra duties. Without realising its been more than 2 weeks of the fasting month. How time flies without us realising. Life has not been a bed of roses .. lousy moments come and go and I have to say this month is really a test for everything. Test of patience etc.. Its either one tries to improve to make things better or just sulk the way thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all that, managed to spend good moments with my friends and luv one. Most recent was the last minute 'mini' celebration for my 'small bro's' birthday. Though it was a small affair, thoroughly enjoyed it and I hope he enjoys it too being the fact that 3 of us were from our extra work!! Its nice to see him happy in times like this. Our way of having a closing ceremony on his b'day. I find it relatively meaningful cos its always a nice feeling to celebrate ur special occasions with closed and loved ones. That's how i personally feel. No need the extravaganza.. (but if can afford.. y not rite??) haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="149" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/dsc00199.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 109px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="529" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00580.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="411" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00573.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="447" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/DSC00576.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="146" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/dsc00969_1.jpg" width="93" /&gt;&lt;img height="145" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/dsc00968.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112981388054016202?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112981388054016202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112981388054016202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112981388054016202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112981388054016202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-while.html' title='Been A While...'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112878287608682730</id><published>2005-10-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:47:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to : Cinta Terakhir - GiGi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Not feeling well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Headaches tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Keep vomitting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Till I'm too lethargic to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Stubborn as I refused to seek medical treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I know you care for my well being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But I hate doctors and medicines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dun ask me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Gotta know great news from my superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Being nominated for an overseas study trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Although no confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;But I'm proud that she has faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Overall everything has turn out great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Have fun at work though it can be too demanding at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The list will go on if i were to blabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm just gonna take things as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I dun know why i'm writing this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Too lazy to put into nice beautiful sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ps: hey love....lagu familiar eh?? khekhe.... thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112878287608682730?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112878287608682730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112878287608682730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112878287608682730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112878287608682730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/10/listening-to-cinta-terakhir-gigi-not.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112846109065998915</id><published>2005-10-05T05:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T05:24:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kepada semua saudara mara and sahabat ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Selamat menjalani ibadah puasa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112846109065998915?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112846109065998915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112846109065998915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112846109065998915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112846109065998915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/10/kepada-semua-saudara-mara-and-sahabat.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112822301083236740</id><published>2005-10-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:26:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku Bukan Untukmu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Listening to: Aku Bukan Untukmu - Rossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great weekend with my other irritant...Fell in love with this song the moment I saw her performed yesterday.... And not forgetting... She is one very beautiful babe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dahulu kau mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu kau menginginkanku&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun tak pernah ada jawabku&lt;br /&gt;Tak berniat kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang kau pergi menjauh&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang kau tinggalkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Di saat ku mulai mengharapkanmu&lt;br /&gt;Dan kumohon maafkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyesal telah membuatmu menangis&lt;br /&gt;Dan biarkan memilih yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jangan pernah kau dustai takdirmu&lt;br /&gt;Pasti itu terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah lagi kau mengingatku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Aku bukanlah untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Meski ku memohon dan meminta hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah tinggalkan dirinya untuk diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112822301083236740?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112822301083236740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112822301083236740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112822301083236740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112822301083236740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/10/aku-bukan-untukmu.html' title='Aku Bukan Untukmu....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112771442042995529</id><published>2005-09-26T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:24:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why 7???</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated especially to my preetiest luvely cuzzie eda.. Nah... amik ko... khekhe... but why must be 7 eh?? hmmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things that (will) scare me :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Lizards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Snakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Vertical Drop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Horror Shows... my imagination can run damn wild&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Insects and creepy crawlies... Arrrrgggghhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven things I like the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Anything that has gotta do with Cats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Doing nothing at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Lepakz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. My loved ones &amp; friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Spending time with my other irritant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven most important things in my room:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Handphone.. (can't survive without it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. My PC. (my most faithful companion)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Comforter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Pillows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Photo frame of my irritant and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Fan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven RANDOM facts about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Very very stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Got attitude problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Crappy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Blur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Irritating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Can be very the manja at times lah... khekhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Settle down and have my own family.. *wink wink*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Bertaubat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Performing haj....All Muslims wanna do these.... (insya-allah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Enjoying my last moment with my loves one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sempat mengucap...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Quit smoking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Owning a mini cooper.... yeah rite... as if...hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I can do: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Sleep whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Never bathe whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Playing games whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Not eat the whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sit down for dun know how many hours for a 70 cents cup of coffee/tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Merayap whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Spend and spend and spend my money.. till i go broke.. khekhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven things I can't do(without):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Handphone ah.... (very crucial)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. My PC and laptop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. My facial cleanser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Toothbrush &amp;amp; toothpaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Deodorant &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven words I say the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Heh????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. yeah rite..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. no...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. watever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. its ok..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. per jer!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. ya la tu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven celeb crushes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Matt Damon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. George Clooney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Jude Law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ryan Giggs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Keanu Reeves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Pierce Brosnan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Steve McManamman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Seven people I love to see doing this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. HaLmY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. AzY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. NaJiE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. ZuL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. EpuL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. HuDa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. aMiRa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112771442042995529?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112771442042995529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112771442042995529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112771442042995529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112771442042995529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-7.html' title='Why 7???'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112750794426233225</id><published>2005-09-24T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:58:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Such a Pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listenin to : Can't Take That Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This song goes out to each and everyone out there who never seems to fail to wanna bring me down. To those.. You can say anything you want, I will not succumb to defeat, I will not falter down as much as you want to witness it happening. I have faith in my  family and relatives, my loved one and i have faith in those whom i can proudly call my friends who have been there for me thru my times of need and my happiness. No, it doesnt piss me off and neither am i mad about it. I was intially, but thinking rationally, its more to I pity have for those kinda people. Cant imagine how sad and disappointing their life can be.. All I can think of, they are doing all this cos they do not have what i am having and it all boils down to pure jealousy. Seeing me happy and moving on with my life is just not in their dictionary i dare to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*to my friends and my cousins, i dun have to name you, you know who you peepz are.. thank you for being there for me &amp;amp; sweets, thank you for makin me realised that its who i am inside that matters most... i luv ya peepz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112750794426233225?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112750794426233225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112750794426233225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112750794426233225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112750794426233225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-such-pity.html' title='Its Such a Pity'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112711127015317040</id><published>2005-09-19T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:39:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening to : "Foolish" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Courtesy of a friend.. You know who u are... Thank you. (the voice is hers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned in my previous entry.. this entry is all about "girlfriend material" or "wife material" thingy. To me its a total crap thingy. Its gonna have lotsa discrimination be it ladies or guys.. Please take note: For those who doesn't like what i have written, simple; sue me for defamation provided you can prove that its you whom i'm talking about. HAHA!! *evil evil me* (and najie, sorry if i gotta quote from your blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;QUOTED FROM NAJIE'S BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfrien material : These gerls are the most commonly found along the five foot way to your neighbourhood shop. You can't single them out, but you can definitely point to one if you see them. The smell of a gerlfren material gerls just lingers as you walked past them. believe me! You can't go wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife material are those ladies that when you meet them, you will be truck by their internal beauty, apart from the physical attraction. These gerls will in turn sweep them off their feet and bring heaven to his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, how do you actually define gf material or wife material and who are we to judge that? Just by observing someone from the five foot way and label them as gf material or wife material? How lame and narrow minded can one get? What happens to inner beauty?? Hakz! Judging from guys or ladies nowadays, inner beauty doesnt come to mind at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that caught ur eyes when you first set your eyes on a woman or a man? If you tell me its by behaviour, let me just say "CUT THE CRAP!!" *sniggers* True enuff for guys, gf material are those whom they can have fun with.. do all the stuffs together and be happy together but they will never never acknowledge this kinda ladies to be the wife material. Cos y?? "the thought comes: if you can do this with me.. you can also do it with others" but at the same time they wanna spend their time with these kinda ladies cos they ENJOY being with them. well ladies.. that's a hard fact to accept but its reality. Selfish?? Yes. Heartless?? No doubt about it. But they do not realise that what makes them think that they are the 'husband material' to judge a lady that way?? And why is it that ladies never thought about whether is this bf of mine a husband material or just a passing phase?? Maybe ladies are not dat crude. So if a lady who wants to be loved, should dey be a gf material or a wife material??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just face the truth... men will always look for the h the gf material FIRST, and they reserved the one for the 'WIFE' material. That's how scandals, affairs all surfaced. COS the ones they have are just WIFE material but not the gf material.They can leave you anytime they want, but when the gal who is just a gf material leaves them? Wat happens?? Stories will be told.. Badmouthing etc. saying that that gal is just being too clingy. For goodness sake, doesnt it takes two hands to clap?? For the ladies, if you have this kinda of guy.. trust me .. scrap that guy. He's jus toying with your feelings No doubts, ladies will normally give 2nd chance to their partners, but if were being slapped by that kinda verbal insults? Any signs of respect? NIL i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies would like to think that their partner is perfect.. and not capable of doing such things.. But please ladies.. wake up and smell the coffee.. THEY are capable of doing anything they want..its just a matter whether they want to or not. If you ladies think that you belong to the wifey material category, you will lose out in lotsa ways.. And even if you are in a state of denial.. how long can it last?? One day, you gotta face reality den da hard truth will sink in. Same goes for us ladies.. we are also capable of doing all these things to the men, but then again, by the end of the day we will be labelled as Bit*hes or sLu*s or someone who doesnt earn any self respect and pride. But why is it that when a guy does all this kinda things its consider a norm?? Why dat discrimination??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you guys.. if you are the type of person who always goes out to have fun, clubbing etc and leaving your girlfriends at home.. Are you so ashamed of your gal?? you are no husband material either so dun judge a lady whether she is a gf material or wife material..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just writing in general here.. Everyone wants to have a perfect partner of their own.. But in this world, nobody's perfect. You either make it or break it.All i can say is another man's lost is another man's gain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112711127015317040?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112711127015317040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112711127015317040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112711127015317040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112711127015317040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/09/listening-to-foolish-courtesy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112704237437193259</id><published>2005-09-18T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:25:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To write or not to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well well well.. its been nearly 1 week plus since i last update?? haha... dun bother to ask me why... Reason:Plain laziness and shittiness dat has been all around.so instead of whining i jus decided not to update.  So many saga has been happening this few days.. From the murder issues to the bloggers being charged.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has caught my very utmost attention. Do we or we not have freedom of speech here. Read in the papers that its not wrong to write about political or govt issues but there is a limit. But then again...Huh? Limit?? What are the limits then? Where was the black and white of the limitations dat someone can write bout these issues?? Or was there any in the first place?? I myself do not know.  If only they could lay down the rules and regulations.. without it, writers are not breaking the law are they?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;P&gt; They wanna hear our thoughts and our views.. they want they younger generation to speak up.. not to be afraid and come forward. But if there are so many limitations how can it be possible. Its not suprising that younger generations will not wanna voice their opinions cos by jus writing the wrong thing, they might get into trouble. Who's to blame when this happens??  I myself have so many issues to say out but i just do not wish put myself in trouble cos its still very vague on what u can write about and what u can't. &lt;P&gt;Everyone has their own thinking and ideas, and when u read the papers regarding certain issues, there must be,  in a way or two that u disagree with what ever that was published For example, it was in the BH( berita harian) when i read an article and in that article,  an NRIC was being published complete with the IC numbers. Not even one number was erased out!! I was thinking, what the hack?? Maybe to passerby reading that article it was not much of an issue.. But maybe due to the nature of my work, i  had disagreements and diff views on why it shouldnt be done that way. And somehow or rather i am glad that it has become an issue where they actually brought the matter up and are looking into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yes, its undeniable that racism is of course not tolerated in any way  being that they do not wan history to repeat itself. That is purely understandable.And i was caught by suprise that the latest blogger charged was the writer of one of the blogs that i have read.( i ever post his blog add b4). Hmmm....That should serve as a reminder to those who are in "that" category of writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;P&gt;And, finally... my darling friend got married ..Was there yesterday to witness her solemenization ceremony. Awww... bride and groom wearing pink!! wee~~~ i LIKE!!.. And apparently, the plan to watch soccer with some mates did not materialise cos hal's sick &amp; feeling lousy.. *sighs* there goes my chance to irritate these peepz..khekhe.. hope he'll get better soon...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Point to note:: my next post will be on "gf material or wife material". dedicated specially to najie who once wrote his views regarding the topic on his blog... so i will be back to debate on that topic... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112704237437193259?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112704237437193259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112704237437193259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112704237437193259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112704237437193259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-write-or-not-to-write.html' title='To write or not to write'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112602857508856706</id><published>2005-09-06T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:42:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekendz passed juz like dat..*sighs* Plans did not materialize and many things had to be cancelled.. That's the reason why i hate to plan things for the future cos it never seem to happen. *so shitty* and that's the reason why i never updated this space coz i was in a bloody shitty mood during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new week has arrived and the first day of the week sux like mad. My work has not been kind to me at all. The only consolation i had for a start of the monday was going shopping with him before the start of my duty and after dat.... wat the hack... only my teammates will know what im whining about... So wake me up when september ends will ya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th September :-&lt;br /&gt;To my two dearest cuz, Amira &amp; Firdaus ...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC00554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/DSC00554.jpg" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/firdaus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="92" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/firdaus.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course not forgetting to my beloved...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(428).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28428%29.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112602857508856706?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112602857508856706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112602857508856706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112602857508856706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112602857508856706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekendz-passed-juz-like-dat.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112563209504577073</id><published>2005-09-02T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:34:55.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Sept 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person dreams, does it always has a meaning behind it?? And if it does.. what is it?? and how do we know if its a good or bad omen?? I heard from the my relatives that if a person dream of something good, it actually means the opposite and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really unpleasant dream yesterday. A rare event for someone who doesnt normally  dreams. I hate dreams cos when i do, its always those bad dreams. This is what I can recall from my dream.. Anyone cares to interprete it for me?? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I received a call from his sister to come down to the hospital as soon as possible as he has met an accident while on the way to meet me. Rushed to the hospital, and I saw many familiar faces of those very close to me.. Peepz like Hazlan, Azy, Epul and suprisingly, even Imz appeared in my dreams. Upon reaching there, I was told that he had breathe his last and I was the only one who did not manage to take a last look at him. When my friends was comforting me, his sister came up to me and passed a gift box that was meant for me.. Inside was a bracelet, with the engravement .."will you marry me..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with perspiration, and the tears just couldn't stop flowing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ps: sweets, i cant bring myself to tell u when u asked me cos i get very emotional when i think bout it... hehe... sorry ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd September 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning and new deployment of the month. Just when I thought everythin would turn out well, I was being betrayed. Everything sucks since I started my duty. One whole chunk of workload needed to be cleared. Complaints started to come in and me and my colleagues are trying hard to explain the same things repeatedly. Were really played out by the previous team. It took me nearly 3hrs to settle down and start doing my own work..and from there, it was one hell of a day.. Time passes so fast and before I knew it, it was already pass midnite. Gosh.. None of us had eaten yet. My stomach was growling hard showing symptoms dat it was rebelling and asking me to feed it soon..Can't blame it though.. it has yet to be filled up since morning.. Hehe.. Poor stomach of mine..And as if my 'wound' wasn't bad enuff, salt has to be added in. Felt disappointed, shitty &amp; guilty at the same time. *damn me* but i guess thank to my lucky stars, i dun have time to ponder and think bout it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start of a brand new month!! Congrats to me and guess there's more to come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112563209504577073?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112563209504577073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112563209504577073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112563209504577073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112563209504577073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreamz.html' title='Dreamz....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112521588355696850</id><published>2005-08-28T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:02:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Weather was perfect, sun was up, the surrounding atmosphere was peaceful. The feeling of being there in the morning was splendid. Today was the new balance run @ sentosa. Distance 10km. Hmmm.... The thought of it alone horrifies me, but don't be alarm.. I was not involved in the run. Me?? Run?? Haha!! Dream on!! I was there to give some sort encouragement to him. I was quite suprised by the huge turnout. Guess 70% of s'poreans are into healthy living. Waking up early in the morning for a run to drain their energy and making the sweat glands working twice as hard. Runners from every range of age, the young and the old was there to participate.. Round of applause should be given to these people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(584)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28584%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(587).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28587%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(586).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28586%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So why am I not running or participating while I still can?? Haha.. I ask myself that question too. But as per normal, I'm already lazy to excercise what more run . I will only run once a year, credits given to the management for making it a criteria. Don't label me as hopeless yet cos I don't hibernate all the time. I'm still actively involved in sports. So give me some credits for that. Haha!!! And now its time again for my beauty slumber... Arios!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: love, forgot to say congrats on that timing. Proud of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112521588355696850?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112521588355696850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112521588355696850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112521588355696850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112521588355696850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112515649669651036</id><published>2005-08-27T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:44:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Image568.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Image570.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Image569.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Image566.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Image565.jpg" width="170" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My coursemates... we always have the time to chill out.... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. my suffering has ended... Waking up early every single day for the past 2 weeks has been a torture to me... Gonna go back to my routine job tommorrow... *sighs* Thought I could claim another day off but guess not.. Haha!! I have been such a lazy bummer during these past 2 weeks... too lazy to even update this space of mine.. To say that I've been productive.. I have not.. I'm just plain LAZY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112515649669651036?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112515649669651036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112515649669651036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112515649669651036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112515649669651036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-coursemates.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112481136188387289</id><published>2005-08-23T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:36:01.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a tired but wonderful weekend at the chalet maybe due to the lack of sleep and having to wake up early to go for my course. Summing it up it was nice getting to know people and I'm amazed how small the world can be when somehow u get to know that the person u converse with use to be from the same school etc.. Too much of a coincidence?? hmmm.. haha.. Well peepz.. just to de-stress urself (fer those who are) enjoy the set of questionnares.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HOW MUCH OF A FLIRT ARE YOU???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1.&lt;br /&gt;You are partying with a friend of the opposite sex. If you don leave now, you are going to miss the last train/bus. What would u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Who cares... continue to party! - go to question 2&lt;br /&gt;b. Ask if he/she would like to stay longer - go to question 3&lt;br /&gt;c. Say goodbye and rushes off for transport - go to question 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2.&lt;br /&gt;While having a meal with a friend, you saw that what he/she had ordered seemed quite delicious. Would you ask to have a taste or his/ her food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - go to question 5&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3.&lt;br /&gt;You saw something nice while shopping but you don have the means to buy it. Would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Shrug your shoulders and forget it - go to question 7&lt;br /&gt;b. Go ahead and flash your credit/debit/atm card - go to question 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4.&lt;br /&gt;You have a job offer that is paying better than your present job. You would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Type your resignation letter now because it's a good offer - go to question 8&lt;br /&gt;b. Stay because of loyalty. Your boss is treating you well - go to question 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5.&lt;br /&gt;Your views on school rule and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Would never compromise to them - go to question 9&lt;br /&gt;b. See if there is loopholes and try to get thru them - go to question 10&lt;br /&gt;c. Would definitely keep to them - go to question 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6.&lt;br /&gt;A person from the opposite sex expresses his/her love for you. You would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Smile and think highly of your charm - go to question 9&lt;br /&gt;b. Reject him/her and keep a distance - go to question 10&lt;br /&gt;c. Run off without even answering!!! - go to question 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 7.&lt;br /&gt;You are in your bf/gfâ€˜s bedroom and you saw a photo of him/her with his/her old flame. You would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. See and forget because itâ€™s all in the past - go to question 10&lt;br /&gt;b. Get real mad and leave the room - go to question 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 8.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rewrite a lecture note again because your handwriting is untidy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - go to question 12&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 9.&lt;br /&gt;When wearing a pair of mini skirt/ shorts, what would you choose as a top?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. A tight fitting tee - go to question 13&lt;br /&gt;b. A loose fitting tee - go to question 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 10.&lt;br /&gt;On a tour, the tour guide specifically tells you not to venture to a certain area because itâ€™s dangerous. Would you out of curiosity, go ahead without listening to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - go to question 13&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 11.&lt;br /&gt;When you are out with a friend of the same sex, would you hold hands and walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - go to question 15&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 12.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a newly bought swimsuit, would you feel especially eye-catching and sharp when walking by the pool? *Guys, i mean male humans with balls, if u ever land on this question, u ought to see a shrink!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - go to question 14&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 13.&lt;br /&gt;Are you the impulsive type? Always acting on the instant you get the idea without thinking carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - Type A&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 14.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still maintain friendship with your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - Type B&lt;br /&gt;b. no - go to question 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 15.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you pack for a tour, you would always end up packing more than what you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - go to question 16&lt;br /&gt;b. no - Type C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 16.&lt;br /&gt;Do you mind sharing the same cup with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. yes - Type D&lt;br /&gt;b. no - Type C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- R E S U L T S -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE A - 90% FLIRT&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love easily, most of the time getting trapped in a triangular relationship. Adding to that, you do not commit to your partner, you enjoy having suitors. To put it simply, you are FAR from faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE B - 70% FLIRT&lt;br /&gt;You are flirtatious by nature. You enjoy being pampered and pursued by others so occasionally you would harbor the thoughts of it stepping on 2 boatsafe. BUT.. as you are sensitive to your partner, you do try to restrain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE C - 40% FLIRT&lt;br /&gt;You are shy by nature and have only a small circle of friend. This attributes to the fact that you would not have a high chance of getting trapped in complicated relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE D - 0% FLIRT!!!&lt;br /&gt;You have high morality and its against infidelity. Whoever is with you is the MOST fortunate but pray that your partner does not belong to any of the above group &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MY result's TYPE C... Hmmm... *grinning cunningly to myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112481136188387289?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112481136188387289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112481136188387289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112481136188387289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112481136188387289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/de-stress.html' title='De-Stress'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112447441097226806</id><published>2005-08-20T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:00:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Finally, the weekend has arrived!! Yippee!! Five days down, five more days to go... Jus gotta endure... I'm already starting to miss my peepz @ werk... Not that I would wanna say that my coursemates are bunch of boring ppl.. they are not.. In fact, they are the ones who lift my spirits up everytime during the course and da fact that I tend to doze off every now and then without getting caught.. (its either the facilitator cant be bothered or I'm good at hiding myself)..Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its been only five days we were together and I must say that having conversations with them, knowing bout their different kind of job scopes, different kind of experiences made me green with envy. Some have only been working for 2 to 3 yrs and they have gone thru lotsa interesting stuffs. Not to say those old timers.. they can really talk bout their experiences and trust me.. you won't get bored. I then reflected on myself, after working for 5 yrs, i have nothing to share with these ppl.. Only the sharing of my work, the ppl that i handle with, apart from that.its NIL.. How pathetic. But as and when they wanna know bout it, i share. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But for now, I'm jus gonna enjoy my beautiful untouched weekend. (this is so RARE!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*the agenda no 3 on my "deathlist" is still pending and da dayz are getting nearer... somebody help!!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112447441097226806?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112447441097226806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112447441097226806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112447441097226806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112447441097226806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112436407691808735</id><published>2005-08-18T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:30:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear friends, was bloghopping when i stumbled upon a page...below are sentence taken from a that blog... *gosh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Right..I'm back..here are some facts regarding the rodents (malays)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They do not have to pay for their university education in Singapore....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more, check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesecondholocaust.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thesecondholocaust.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thethirdholocaust.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thethirdholocaust.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock of my life when i read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: to my colleagues: How?? (Clue: dispute between two races, wat do we do?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112436407691808735?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112436407691808735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112436407691808735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112436407691808735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112436407691808735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/attention.html' title='ATTENTION!!!!!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112419259455047708</id><published>2005-08-16T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:46:34.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16th Aug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, I changed my blog skin again. Apparently I have a liking for black backgrounds. Decided to keep it simple this time round. Hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its only been the 2nd day of my course and I guess my body clock is really not suitable for office hours anymore... I have to endure this for the next 8 to 9 days!! Wonder how i will turn out by then.. Cant seem to keep my eyes open even though i had plenty of rest the nite before. *somebody pls help me!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Undeniable when the phrase "its a small world .. " One of my coursemates was someone dat i knew back then.. History goes a long way. Kinda had an akward feeling when i saw him coz we somehow or rather had to lose contact due to some circumstances..But i guess, both being adults, had this concept of what's past is past, let it go. A nice feeling to know that he still acknowledge me as a friend and he knows da reason on why we had to lose contact. I have to admit that sometimes I'm ashamed of myself.. Leaving my friends behind when its for a reason that is so stupid just to please another. I know its wrong but I'm a weakling when it comes to all this things. No matter how much I try to tell myself not to make the same mistake again, i will eventually fall into it.. Either knowingly or unknowingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm glad to know that now, the person I am with will never allow me to repeat the mistakes that i have made.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Thank you love for ur trust and ur understanding.... *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14th Aug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - River taxi ride to Marina South was something that had never come across my mind before we decided to watch the fireworks. Decided to go for it instead of taking the MRT. The journey took bout only ten minutes. The view along the way was kinda breathtaking coming from our own island itself. The fireworks display was simply beautiful and enchanting. A nice moment that I enjoyed with my loved one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112419259455047708?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112419259455047708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112419259455047708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112419259455047708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112419259455047708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/16th-aug-yes-i-changed-my-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112369894171295928</id><published>2005-08-11T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T03:24:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Apparently, dragon boat training earlier didn't go my way today. Didnt get to row in my normal position. Had to go left.. Feel so akward and i'm so not used to it. Furthermore, they decided to try the race route... My goodness.. Its hard for me to keep the pace and being not used to row on the left, my arms started to ache badly during the row itself.. Feels so shitty. I already felt the strain even just after the warm up row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*arrrgghhhh*.... There are times when i feel so shitty about everything apparently has come. Nothing seems right for me and even if its right i feel its wrong. What the hell is wrong with me i do not know. Words just cant describe it. I should be contented with what i have now but it doesnt seem that way to me during this point of my shittiness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND to EpuL, Naz &amp;amp; ZuL... i finally read all ur entries on the topic.. KUDOS to u peepz!! Interesting and amazing at da same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112369894171295928?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112369894171295928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112369894171295928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112369894171295928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112369894171295928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/apparently-dragon-boat-training.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112369771998820105</id><published>2005-08-10T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T03:12:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Galore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Morning of 9th August 2005&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(542).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28542%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(541).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28541%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(540).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28540%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(543).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28543%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(539).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28539%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(538).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28538%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BrEaKfASt @ JaLaN KaYu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shift of duty ended, me n my colleugues decided to have a get together for breakfast. It was a good day, good turnout and the place we decided for breakfast was kinda unexpected coz it was quite a distance from our workplace, but nevertheless since most of us have our own transport, we gave a green light to it. Jalan Kayu. Didnt expect the place to be full house in the early morning but we eventually got ourselves seats.. (kinda slip off our minds dat it was a public holiday) haha... Feeling of having breakfast by the road side as if we were in another place out of s'pore was really fun. Jokes all around and the crappyness of some of them from lack of sleep the shift before shows drastically... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after heading for home....An example of how pathetic my life can be.... Sleep, Sleep and more sleep till a new day arrives. Wat A wonderful way to celebrate NATIONAL DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112369771998820105?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112369771998820105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112369771998820105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112369771998820105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112369771998820105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/morning-galore.html' title='Morning Galore!!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112344187089667108</id><published>2005-08-08T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T03:42:45.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEALOUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The hot topic that was tasked to me to blabber about which I had mentioned in my earlier entry... SO ... Bear with my rants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEALOUSY. A very thin line drawn between the good and bad. Between caring and being possesive. SELFISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my PESSIMISTIC point of view. Jealousy can be a terrible thing. The quickest and surest way to get dumped. It can tear a relationship apart as surely as anything else. If one is jealous, they rarely can step outside themselves to look at life from another's point of view. A jealous person can find it hard to have a "normal" conversation without their overactive imagination kicking out a scenario or two. About what? It is hard to say. Jealousy can make someone who is the biggest part of your life think that they mean nothing to you. True ?? False?? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything we do is either an act of love or a cry for help." I can only reduced it into two emotions: love and fear. It's been from our experience that what's underneath jealousy is fear of one kind or another. Jealousy is about real or imagined fears--fear of abandonment, fear of loss of love, fear of being dishonored in the relationship, fear of being shamed, unresolved issues from past relationships, lack issues, poor self esteem, lack of confidence, cover or mask for things from the past that you haven't healed yet, OR a desire for revenge that is misguided or misdirected towards someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When jealous feelings come up, it's usually because we're afraid that we won't get our needs of one kind or another met. Guess its when jealousy comes up, somewhere within us, we are crying out for help or for the attention we seek. There are living examples around me where commitments between two people have actually been broken by one of them or … It shows up when one person or both people in the relationship are very insecure in their relationship or in life. Jealous feelings come up with a partner, or others, whose actions haven't warranted it.Whatever is going on--whether the jealousy is "warranted" or not--fear is at the bottom of those feelings and there's a lot more going on than what is on the surface. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until we look at those fears and begin to heal them, no matter what relationship we're in, jealousy will creep in again and again.When asked about jealousy, people tend to talk about "withdrawing," "getting quiet," "becoming numb," "saying things they didn't mean" and "lashing out." When all these words or behaviours are actually ways to shield or protect themselves from the pain they are feeling inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO what are then my optimistic view on jealousy? Truthfully, its very minimal.  To let the person know that you actually care and showing your concern. That is all. But then again, to what extend,  so that it does not lead back to my pessimistic view? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bottom line is, its up to each and every individual on how they look at the meaning of jealousy because it is really vague. Its either you are drawn more to the optimistic side or vice versa. Thinking back,  everything is interlinked. Dun you think so? Just give yourself sometime to reflect on this..&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JEALOUSY-&gt;FEAR-&gt;INSECURITY-&gt;SINCERITY-&gt;TRUST-&gt;LOYALTY. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It goes round and round.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112344187089667108?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112344187089667108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112344187089667108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112344187089667108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112344187089667108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/jealousy.html' title='JEALOUSY'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112343783779252996</id><published>2005-08-07T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T05:05:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Can I Say??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;My day concluded very productively I must say. Hang out with a few peepz of mine for our dinner and chatted continously for bout 3hrs or so. It was during this short period of time, dat I find it relatively meaningful.. For once, we had an adult conversation, open table concept. Each and everyone gave their views, comments on certain topics dat we talked about and what amazes me was thru this kinda conversation that we actually get to know each other better. There were truth in some of their words and it made me think on my drive back home, although there were some that we debated about. It made some of us 'open up' and revealed things that we never knew bout da other person. Its undeniable that we work together, spent most times talking crap with each other... But how well do u know your friends? To have them sit down and talk sense (coming from my bunch of friends) is a rare matter. I dare to say that all of us are totally a different person at work and having good conversations like this are hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;By the end of da day, 4 of us decided to blog about a topic which i will post in my later entry. One topic given.. the end result : 4 different views, 4 diffrent stories... Our writing ability will be put to a test. Hehe... *jus kidding guyz* No competition or watsoever aight. Well, to Naz, Epul &amp; Zul.. cant wait to read ur entries!!!! Yipee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(535).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/Image%28535%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--------- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;kAhaR, NaZ, EpuL &amp;amp; ZuL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112343783779252996?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112343783779252996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112343783779252996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112343783779252996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112343783779252996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/wat-can-i-say.html' title='Wat Can I Say??'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112344025350554607</id><published>2005-08-06T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T05:06:19.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(518).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(533).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28533%29.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My poor kitty.. Wondering why she has the cone shaped thingy on her?? Thoeritically, she was bitten by my first cat and i guess it appalled her so much that she started scratching her wound till it became so deep and it got worsen.. No choice but to don the cone thing on her to prevent the wound from getting worst.. She's like one little lost kitten who doesnt know how to make her way around the house... Amuses me though to observe how she walked about... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.... earlier today i went sun tanning AGAIN!! FUN! FUN! FUN! hehe....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(518)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/Image%28518%291.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112344025350554607?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112344025350554607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112344025350554607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112344025350554607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112344025350554607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112309493164951073</id><published>2005-08-04T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:09:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MisUndeRsTood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Have you ever been misunderstood? Been guilty of poor communication? Had a key word dropped from or added to your message? Been judged harshly by someone who read a false motive into something you said or did? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes misunderstandings can be cleared up through fuller and better information. At other times, the person who misjudged a situation catches on, feels foolish, and takes the initiative. Sometimes there is nothing to be done - except try to go on with your life, without bitterness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How many of us are guilty of this?? I'm not afraid to admit that I myself fall into this category; being misunderstood and myself misunderstood others. There are ways too many to provide an example. A simple conversation can lead to an argument. Why is that so and what are the factors that leads to this topic I'm writing? Communication breakdown? Tone of voice? The language that is being spoken? Or is it just based on assumptions. Does anyone out there knows hows to stay clear of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Honestly, I myself do not know and sometimes I feel that to misunderstood others and get misunderstood is so common and that apparently there is no way I can stay clear of as much as I want to. To even say that I do not wish to be bothered by it, I can't especially if it involves my loved ones... *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112309493164951073?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112309493164951073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112309493164951073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112309493164951073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112309493164951073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/misunderstood.html' title='MisUndeRsTood'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112308690508598455</id><published>2005-08-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T03:07:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jujur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/radja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/radja.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-radja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/radja.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duhai kekasih pujaan hatiku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dapatkah kau memberiku satu arti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sedikit rasa yang bisa ku mengerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan sumpah atau janji &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buktikanlah bila kau ada cinta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;setulus hatimu bisa menerima &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sebatas kejujuran yang kau miliki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan sekedar bersama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jujurlah padaku bila kau tak lagi cinta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tinggalkanlah aku bila tak mungkin bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jauhi diriku, lupakanlah aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jujurlah padaku bila kau tak lagi suka &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tinggalkanlah aku bila tak mungkin bersama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jauhi diriku, lupakanlah aku selamanya&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/13153410-112308690508598455?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112308690508598455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112308690508598455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112308690508598455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112308690508598455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/08/jujur.html' title='Jujur'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112279928694462115</id><published>2005-07-31T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:11:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting... Read on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee... You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?""Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity ... boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after beingsubjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had bee fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water."Which are you?" she asked her daughter."When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112279928694462115?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112279928694462115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112279928694462115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112279928694462115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112279928694462115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/interesting-read-on.html' title='Interesting... Read on..'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112273766775192458</id><published>2005-07-30T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:24:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun.. Sand.. &amp; Burnt Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC001621.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/320/DSC001621.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(486).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/400/Image%28486%29.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/Image(486).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Date: 29th July 2005&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Siloso Beach, Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;Event: PSA Inter-Div Beach Volleyball Tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes peepz... I do play volleyball.. HAHAHA!! The sun was hot, perfect weather for sun tanning, and the beach was full of people. Lots and lots of them... Those hot babes and hunks parading themselves although there were a few exceptional ones who ruin the beautiful "scenery".. *sniggers* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eyes galore!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The games started off at bout nine plus and for the ladies team, we lost the first game and was pushed to the loser's pool... hehe.. So the thought of going back early was on our minds and we were happy bout it.. wat good sportsmanship huh... haha.. But that wasn't meant to be when we won our 2nd game, followed by the 3rd and 4th and finally succumbed to defeat on our 5th game. By that time, it was blazing hot and the time was nearly 1500hrs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All along I have this thinking dat one couldn't get him/herself injured while playing beach volleyball, but I was so wrong. Apparently, one guy broke his last finger while trying to block a shot from the opponent. *ouch* looks like he's gonna stay out of the sports for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I'm feeling even worst. Body aching has not even recovered and has to be added by my burnt skin... arrgghhhh..... But on a positive note... the bangkok pics are up!! So feel free to view them on my picture blog!! Yippee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112273766775192458?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112273766775192458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112273766775192458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112273766775192458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112273766775192458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/sun-sand-burnt-me.html' title='Sun.. Sand.. &amp; Burnt Me!!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112251854659142236</id><published>2005-07-28T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:43:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was the start of my dragon boat training.. Practically had to drag myself out of my bed. The weather was hot making me even more lethargic to go for the training but let's just say amazingly i managed to appear.. haha... To my suprise, there was a good turnout from the rowers.. although credits has to be given to the new boys cos they made the attendance look good and made it worthwhile was dat the good season crazy rowers were around...hehe .. and it seems that yesterday the position of the "limited edition" of right rowers were filled up nicely. *i'm one of the limited edition!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having done the warm up session, we started off the training. My goodness!! The journey from the base itself to the beach was kinda "hell" for me and some of my peepz thanks to the nearly my one year extinction from excercising. *i hate to excercise!* I was nearly out of breath and panting by the time we stopped rowing and "parked" the boat by the beach side to let the new rowers grab the tactics.. haha!! When it was time to row back it was kinda worse when we had to row the whole boat in badges of 3 pairs.. arrgghhhh!! well.. lucky i managed to come back in one piece.. heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was only after my shower dat i felt good. Felt energetic to continue my shift of duty although some of my body parts had shown sign of aching.. And without a doubt, it certainly did for me as i went thru my shift of duty.. * i really need a body massage!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking forward for the next training!! and one more thing.. my butt hurts!! *OUCH* haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112251854659142236?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112251854659142236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112251854659142236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112251854659142236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112251854659142236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112210165213830393</id><published>2005-07-23T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:40:20.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Commitment. A word which is often misused by certain ppl that i know of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I received an email in my personal mail from a former colleague (used to be working in da same team) saying hi, if as if that's not enuff, this person has the cheek to call me dear, and askin me out. Maybe to some, its nothing wrong.. But the thing is that he's married to someone I know, a colleague of mine too. Some might say, maybe this person is just joking, well.. its not amusing to me though. I just feel like fowarding the said email to the spouse but when i spoke to my gal friend whose currently working together with this person, apparently i gotta know that I wasnt the only one who receives all this kinda bull shits. WTF.... (*the epitome of most of the guys in my work*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some of them who resolves to all this kinda stuffs might have their own personal reasons, own difficulties.. (cos i do know of ppl like dat, not good but no one's perfect) but for those who just do it out of sheer pleasure, sheer folly and just for the fun of it.. I find it very disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why get committed in the first place if the drive to continue all these kinda singlehood behaviour still exists and persists in their daily life... Yes, i admit that ppl make mistakes, but to do it over and over again?? But to some, i guess they never learn from their mistakes. Lucky for them, that they either have a naive partner who doesnt probe much , too trusting or they will always have an excuse to cover themselves up. Their so called protrayal of a good partner normally a coincides with brilliant acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was recently accused of ruining someone's love life where all i did was to ask the partner regarding some gadget matters. SO in what way was i ruining that fella's relationship?? unless this fella is stricken down with guilt? Probably. Will a question on gadgets affect their relationship? Guess that for both of them to sort it out. None of my business anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I might have provoked some people in writing all this but this is my blog, my thoughts, my views and I write down whatever i feel like. Not happy?? Sue me. I've never mention any names, but, if to some reading this thinking that its intending for you then its just too bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*YOU CAN STOP YOUR COCK &amp;amp; BULL STORY THAT YOUR SO CALLED HP DOESNT HAVE A SERIAL OR IMEI NUMBER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112210165213830393?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112210165213830393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112210165213830393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112210165213830393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112210165213830393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/hakz.html' title='Hakz!'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112209798655625567</id><published>2005-07-23T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:39:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not As Easy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;While I was involved in a duty the other day, I realised that I've been blessed with an interesting, what more a stable job. As much as i want to go into further details and elaborate on it, I can't. Gotta adhere to certain protocols. Kinda dampening but what to do. Well, its perfectly fine to me if outsiders don't understand my kinda job, but our own peers??(specifically peers from other departments) Unneccessary comments given. They tend to say 'whats so difficult bout ur job? U ppl dun have to do this, dun have to do that, slack all shift, blah blah blah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Yes, we may not be the frontline ppl, we are just peepz who are working behind the whole scene. Others see them working but no one sees us working. But why don't they think before they open up their mouth? We are always seen to them as having a good time, laughing, sitting down and joking with each other but when the time comes when we don't even have the time to entertain their needs, all they can do is just complain and complain. Pathetic. Well, to those who aren't working in my department, this is what i can say, if you envy our kinda job so much, why dun u just come and try to experience wat our work is all about? If you ppl think you are so damn capable to boast bout ur job, why dun you handle everything on ur own then?? Pls think. We clear the different kinda shits you all bring in. Without you ppl, we still continue our daily job. But can you say that without us, do u think u can continue that certain process of ur job??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I'm looking down on ur kinda job, we are a family after all.. But its sad to know that you ppl jus never seem to understand.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112209798655625567?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112209798655625567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112209798655625567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112209798655625567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112209798655625567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-not-as-easy_23.html' title='Its Not As Easy..'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112177654819349574</id><published>2005-07-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:38:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korp-kOOn-ka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another destination that I could add to my travelling list.. BANGKOK. Marvelous, magnificient, amazing, fun..For those who wanna know more.. read on.. *gotta bear with me aight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, 16th July - Packed with only the basic neccesities in my sling back, boarded the plane to a place where I've never been before, not knowing what to expect. Travel time: 2hrs. Before landing, the cabin crew actually sang a song *still dun know what the title* in their own words. Couldn't help myself but laugh.. Came up with the assumption that in order to be part of the cabin crew, not only must you have da looks, you must also have THE voice. *sniggers*. Well, touch down @ Bangkok International Airport (BIA) approx. at 1845hrs (s'pore time). Bangkok is one hour earlier than our local timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to the hotel itself was a thrill. I must really admit that the drivers there are skillful, yet can pose a danger to the passengers. Traffic was really heavy but what I really enjoyed was the colourful cabs; orange, pink, green &amp; of course not forgetting, the "tuks tuks"..Checked in, washed up and decided to walk around the area and hunt for supper. The area that I was in (Pratunam) was vibrant. Lots and lots of stalls set up. Looking for food was a bit tough tho cos most of the restaurants were closed at that point of time. Managed to find this Indian muslim restaurant. Supper was not too bad for me, can't be said for that someone though.. khekhe.. Went straight back to the hotel to prepare for the city tour da next day. Meeting time: 0700hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END OF DAY 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Day 2, 17th July - Woke up early for the complimentary breakfast. Rating: Something that you can skip. Took a coach to 'River City' where a river tour of Bangkok awaits. The tour of the Chao Phraya took about 45mins. Deep inside my heart, I wish that I could see the temple (Wat Arun) that I have read about prior to this trip. And true enough, it did came true. Before I go into further details, I will elaborate more on the river tour itself. Along the way, you could see the skyscrapers of Bangkok, temples, houses on stilts.. etc. There was this part of the river, where you could actually see fishes. They are practically very huge!! and there were lots of them. You could feed them if you buy the bread. There were too many of them, till I myself got scared, hoping hard that they won't actually accidentaly jump into the boat while rushing for their food. *Eeeeks!!* Apart from that, there were women on boats selling some souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we made a stop at 'Wat Arun'. It was breathtaking and stunning. From afar, you could already see the temple. Beautiful, magnificent piece of architecture. There were no words to describe how I feel when I stepped into the temple itself. Most parts of the architecture was made of porcelain. Grab the opportunity to make full use of the digicam to capture each and every angle of the temple. Spent bout 45mins there and after that proceeded back to mainland. Went to the handbag factory where all the goods were made of real leather. They actually have those made of ostrich skin!! Unbelievable. Made our way to the gem factory where nothing interest me although I have to say that those pieces of jewellery are nice. Sadly to say that the down part of the tour was that the tour guide spoke in Mandarin to accomodate the majority. The sucky part was he could actually blabber non stop. Kinda get to my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of joining the group for lunch, decided to make our own way to the weekend market. (Chatuchak) Shoppers paradise!! Reached there, have lunch and off we enter the market itself. So many things, so little time. Fickle minded at some point of time. Splurge on stuffs there. To say that I was there for bout 3hrs, and I have not even covered 1/5th of the market. Too bad the market closes at 6pm.. If not.. Hahah!! Rushed back to the hotel as arrangements had been made to see the 'Ratchada Cabaret Show' aka "bapok" show.. and the notorious "thai-girl" show ..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabaret show was very lively and I must say that the most of 'women' are simply gorgeous. There were few exceptions though. Haha!! Throughout the show I had chosen my favourite 'women'. She had this Japanese look... Sweet, pretty.. *awww*.. Next, proceeded to the notorious "thai-girl" show. It was eye opening, and I'm astonished bout what they can actually do. I won't go into further details as you got to see it to believe it. Everything ended at bout eleven plus. The day ended with supper at a Muslim restaurant. Ordered macaroni chicken and spaghetti in chicken sauce. Both ended up tasting like pasta in curry. Wat a luck to end da day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END OF DAY 2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 3, 18th July - Slept the whole morning as the feeling of lethargic, drained out, got into the body system. Managed to be dragged out of bed as the need to have an adaptor to charge the gadgets became critical. Walked towards the nearest shopping centre and I saw it. 'A&amp;amp;W'. Without any hesitation, decided dat it will be the place for the stomach. Finally, some acceptable food. Walked around the shopping centre, pratunam area, and did some shopping again.. hehe.. Evening time came and we decided to go to the famous shopping centre in Bangkok. The Ma Boon Krong (MBK). The place was really enormous. Lots of shops and I was really really feeling the itch to shop again but I went against it. *tight budget* heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to have a proper and nice dinner. Got ourselves seats at one of the restaurants in MBK itself. Cosy seats, nice settings. Thai &amp;amp; Jap mixed into one. Ordered a few dishes, ended the splendid meal with a cup of cappucino. Just perfect. Walked around MBK to digest our full stomachs. Going back to the hotel was the main highlight of day. Still contemplating whether to take the train, the cab or the tuks tuks.. Hmmm.. One of the tuk tuk drivers offered 100baht for the trip back. Thinking dat it was not worth it, we decided to take the skytrain, stopped at the nearest station, and hitch a tuk tuk from there. Both of us having the thought that it might be cheaper. So off we went, taking the train and stopping at the nearest station, Phaya Thai. And when we get to hire a tuk tuk, guess how much was the charge?? 150 baht!! Got us dumbfounded for a sec. Not wanting to miss out the experience on riding a tuk tuk, we jus took it. Looking on the positive side, I actually experienced taking the all the public transports of Bangkok, except for the busses though.. Hehe.. *not bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END OF DAY 3 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last day, 19th July - Dreaded the feeling that its time to leave the place. Feel that there's so much more to see, and there are still so many places to go. Really gonna miss the place and I won't hesitate to go again if given the chance. The memories that I have in Bangkok will never be erased. To that one special person, you know who you are.. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So.. next destination.. BALI perhaps?? hmmm... working on it now. *smiling to myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112177654819349574?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112177654819349574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112177654819349574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112177654819349574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112177654819349574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/korp-koon-ka.html' title='korp-kOOn-ka'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112102820747435525</id><published>2005-07-11T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T17:38:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those peepz who likes movies or stories bout love, fate &amp; destiny.. Here are some good ones you might wanna take note of though some I've yet to watch *sniggers* :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Serendipity &gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Jonathan Trager and Sara Thomas met while shopping for gloves in New York. Though buying for their respective lovers, the magic was right and a night of Christmas shopping turned into romance. Jon wanted to explore things further but Sara wasn't sure their love was meant to be. They decided to test fate by splitting up and seeing if destiny brought them back together... Many years later, having lost each other that night, both are engaged to be married. Still, neither can shake the need to give fate one last chance to reunite them. Jon enlists the help of his best man to track down the girl he can't forget starting at the store where they met. Sara asks her new age musician fiance for a break before the wedding and, with her best friend in tow, flies from California to New York hoping destiny will bring her soulmate back. Near-misses and classic Shakespearean confusion bring the two close to meeting a number of times but fate will have the final word on whether it was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A LoT Like Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; On a flight from Los Angeles to New York, Oliver (Kutcher) and Emily (Peet) make a connection, only to decide that they are poorly suited to be together. Over the next seven years, however, they are reunited time and time again, they go from being acquaintances to close friends to ... lovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&gt;A French grad student named Celine (Julie Delpy) meets an American boy named Jesse (Ethan Hawke) on the Budapest-Vienna train. They get off the train in Vienna and hang out for a while.Before Sunrise is a passionate and intelligent romance between a young American (Jesse) and a French student (Celine). A chance encounter on the train incites intrigue, and Jesse provocatively suggests that Celine postpones her return to France and embarks instead on a spontaneous expedition to Vienna. In the course of their 14-hour relationship, the two share in their love for the unrehearsed and their appreciation for the unexpected as they explore in a powerful meeting of hearts and minds. Dawn breaks. Sad in silence, they make their way to the station. As they bid each other farewell, Jesse is seized by another impulse - another encounter??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before Sunset (a sequel of before sunrise)&lt;/u&gt; &gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Jesse, a writer from the US, and Celine, a Frenchwoman working for an environment protection organisation, acquainted nine years ago on the train from Budapest to Vienna, meet again when Jesse arrives in Paris for a reading of his new book. As they have only a few hours until his plane leaves, they stroll through Paris, talking about their experiences, views and whether they still love each other, although Jesse is already married with a kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Turn Left, Turn Right (Chinese)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; The story revolves around dashing John Liu (Takeshi Kaneshiro), an inspiring violinist and Eve Choi (Gigi Leung), a professional translator. Like millions living in a large city, John and Eve lead lives of solitude. Despite staying in the same apartment building, their paths never cross. One day, while walking around a fountain in the park, they finally bump into each other... and it's love at first sight! Unfortunately, a sudden shower cuts the encounter short. They manage to exchange telephone numbers but the rain renders the phone numbers illegible.Inseparable partners, directors Johnnie To and Wai Ka-Fai who have worked together on many projects like Running On Karma, Love On a Diet, Love for All Seasons &amp;amp; etc, manage to recreate the magic of Jimmy Liao's story on the big screen. Even the lovely soundtrack with three songs by Gigi Leung blends well in a 'supporting' role. The pacing of the movie is just right. The audience will be in constant anticipation of the couple's next meeting, as meddling acquaintances, a former schoolmate (Edmund Chen), a food delivery girl (Terri Kwan) and pure bad luck, conspire to keep the would-be-lovers apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SepeT(Malay)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; Its a movie about 2 people from totally different backgrounds who in the end(or in the very beginning of the movie) fall in love.However many complications arise since these lovers are from different races. What i really like about this movie is that finally someone has made a movie involving the Chinese and Malays,two races that until this day still cannot stand each other yet still try to live with one another.This movie is not ashamed to point out the flaws of each race but yet at the same time also praises the races concerned. All and all,this is a different kind of love story which should be watched by everyone especially if your a Malaysians.As i mentioned earlier,its not your typical Malay movie and thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Sassy GaL (Korean)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; Based on a series of true stories posted by Ho-sik Kim on the Internet describing his relationship with his girlfriend. These were later transformed into a best-selling book and the movie follows the book closely. It describes the meeting of Kyun-woo (Cha) and an unnamed girl. Kyun-woo is shamed into assisting the girl because the other passengers mistakenly think she is his girlfriend. Once he helps her, Kyun-woo develops a deep sense of responsibility for her which enables him to tolerate (somehow) the girls abuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Und das ist erst der Anfang aka Just The Beginning (German)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; The attractive Anna, eager to live life to the fullest, has a boyfriend, the career-obsessed Thorsten, who continually gets on her nerves. After an argument, she gets to know a shy actor, Michael, completely by accident after dialing a wrong number. They stay on the phone, talking with each other for hours, and end up falling in love. Unfortunately, their connection gets interrupted before they have the chance to make a date. A seemingly hopeless search through the jungle of the city ensues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jeux d'enfants aka Love Me If You Dare (French)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; As adults best friends Julien and Sophie continue the odd game they started as children -- a fearless competition to outdo one another with daring and outrageous stunts. While they often act out to relieve one another's pain, their game might be a way to avoid the fact that they are truly meant for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112102820747435525?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112102820747435525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112102820747435525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112102820747435525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112102820747435525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112080276918275532</id><published>2005-07-06T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:37:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/1600/image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4938/1097/200/image050.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"It takes a death of a friend to finally get in touch with another.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing can it be rite? Well, it happens. I was browsing thru a lost contact profile in friendster after I received an email . Looked at the photo album where he specially dedicated it to his good friend whom had passed away in a freak bike accident. One by one I took a good look at the pics. The person was someone whom I knew. I just couldnt believe it. I read bout the accident in the news but never did I expect that the guy was a friend of mine. Last known he was still riding his super4 den. I gathered my courage to send him a msg to confirm if dat was the guy that i knew.. True enuff, his reply came and my questions had been answered. This is human's behaviour. We take everything for granted till it comes to a point when we dun realise it till we lose that someone??I'm talking in general. Be it in a relationship, friendship or kinship.. Are we too peroccupied with our own daily routine that we don't even have time to stop for a while and look back at our lives?? Isn't it too late to have regrets then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112080276918275532?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112080276918275532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112080276918275532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112080276918275532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112080276918275532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-takes-death-of-friend-to-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112055623591745679</id><published>2005-07-05T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T17:41:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;While my other peepz were having their beauty sleep in the comfort of their own bed, I was already up and ready. Time check: 0345hrs. *yawnz*. Was at point at 0430hrs. Stood for at least close to 6hrs without any reliefs..*WTF*.. But sometimes I find that these kinda things really have its advantages. I had a feast of my eyes from 7am onwards... People from different parts of the world walked past.. Beautiful, smart, elegant.. etc. I was mesmerized by them.. Stewards, stewardess, pilots.. etc. Airport scenario?? Nopz.. That was what kept me awake. You can seldom see these kinda people in one place at one time. The peak moment of my duty: seeing Hillary Clinton and Tony Blair up close and in real life... YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my knees still feeling like jelly, felt relieved cos still managed to settle all the stuffs that was needed to be done. Finally.. Now, I'm just counting down the days and ... I'm outta S'pore!!! Its time for travelling again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112055623591745679?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112055623591745679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112055623591745679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112055623591745679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112055623591745679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/while-my-other-peepz-were-having-their.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112034132801595868</id><published>2005-07-04T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:36:02.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Before start of work yesterday, my OC came up to me.. "you are deployed for duty on 5th july. Report at 0430hrs .. That was it. Felt like a pail of icy cold water was jus thrown @ me. I was already feeling shitty even b4 work started thanks to my ever non stop sinus. Hates it to the core. Sometimes I wish that if could jus do without my nose. Sneezed and sneezed and the fluid dat cames out from my nose was as if someone had broken a tap and couldnt be repaired. *free flow* arrrghhhh!!!!! Managed to watch an interesting movie.. "The Life of David Gale".. It could have got me glued to my seat if not for the situation that I was in.. Da 2nd movie was a malay comedy, "Scenario XX"... We kinda turned the room into a mini cinema only without the popcorns.. Wished everyday is like today!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2nd July - Glad that tour of duty has been kind to me. Had pretty good time having conversations with my colleagues, apart from doin those crappy stuffs and jokes to each other which was a routine for us *an alternative way of eliminating stress* Met up with Halmy and we end up together with Manz @ Kg Glam Cafe, while he waited for his beau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/50/Image(322).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="197" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/200/Image%28322%29.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/50/Image(323).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="197" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/200/Image%28323%29.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/50/Image(321).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="198" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/200/Image%28321%29.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boyz talk @ Kg Glam Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next pit stop was at West Coast Mac to meet up with Hal's childhood friend, Zaini while Manz went his way to pick Fildza up.. Had our dinner there and was later joined by Manz and Fildza. Chit chatted and played an interesting cum hillarious game dat Zaini came up with. hehe... Went home after having a good time, with me feeling good on how my day has turned out although was kinda lethargic. *apologies for not takin any pics cos my battery went flat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112034132801595868?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112034132801595868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112034132801595868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112034132801595868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112034132801595868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/before-start-of-work-yesterday-my-oc.html' title=''/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112033176553085514</id><published>2005-07-02T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:34:57.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/50/DSC00086.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" height="114" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/200/DSC00086.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/50/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" height="110" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/200/DSC00089.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/50/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; WIDTH: 124px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; HEIGHT: 108px" height="108" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/6524/200/DSC00095.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!dA cRaZy BuNcH oF PeEpZ!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sun was blazing on top of our heads. Perspiration trickle down on each &amp; everyone of us. A zoo trip in the hot blazing, scorching afternoon heat. Met up with the gang at about 3pm. (supposedly to be at 2pm.. hehe. *apologies to Halmy for keeping him waiting*). A planned outing to the Singapore Zoological Garden that turned out to be great. The first timers who met hit off on a good note, i must say. A very pleasant scenario to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been donkey years, since I last made my trip there. Walked around practically for 2 hours without taking the tram ride, met my so called "friends" and amusing ourselves with the different animals behaviour. Pictures taken, flashes everywhere. (termed as "jakun" in malay) Hehe. From my personal point of view, there were not many changes to the zoo except for the appearance of new animals which we did not even get to see though. Lots of habitats were on renovations. Not worth the money for me if I had to pay for the entry. I am actually amazed with myself that I was able to walk for that 2 hours. Credits should be given to the company that I had; the crazy bunch of peepz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made our way down to Al-Ameen (Woodlands) to fill our hungry stomachs. It was also the first time that me &amp; him actually rode our bikes out together. A very rare sight indeed. Heheh.. Conversations continued around the table as we sat down having our meals. It was at around 8pm when some of us went our seperate ways. While Epulz, Imz, Dora &amp;amp; Ida went ahead with their plans, Lanz, Azy, Halmy &amp; myself decided to just chill out. *our 2nd double date* hehehe.. After much asking each other on where to go, a place was decided. Arab St. Parked my bike at home, hitched a ride on Halmy's bike.. hmmm.. *shall not elaborate on the hillarious moments. only between the 4 of us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kaki Lima, managed to find ourselves a table. Ordered our drinks, a strawberry &amp;amp; peach flavoured sisha( pardon if the spelling is wrong) &amp; played cards and chit chatted throughout the chill out session. It was only till about midnite when we went our seperate ways &amp;amp; headed on home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that it was a fruitful and enjoyable day for me. Just looking at him getting along well with my good friends made my day more sweeter than ever. Thank you to everyone esp not forgetting Azy my twinnie who has been a great companion to me and to end this on a personal note, a big thank you to Halmy for ending my day very brilliantly. *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112033176553085514?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112033176553085514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112033176553085514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112033176553085514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112033176553085514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/hot-hot-heat.html' title='Hot Hot Heat'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13153410.post-112015375776779751</id><published>2005-07-01T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:33:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was clearing some stuffz in my house earlier today when I came across a tag.. A body tag.. This is what it was stated:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Muhd Suffian Bin Abdul Rahman&lt;br /&gt;Age : 1/12&lt;br /&gt;D.O.B : 01.07.73&lt;br /&gt;Death: 23.07.73&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: Claim body.&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came to a standstill for me then. After nearly 25yrs being alive, I finally saw that tag. My heart skipped a bit. It was my late brother. A brother that I had but was never given the opportunity to meet. I knew he existed then but was not given any chance to know what actually happened. No one in the family talks about it. A sudden rush of emotions flow thru my soul. As I'm typing this out, I can't control my tears. I miss him. Someone whom i've never met in my life, someone who i have never got a chance to acknowlege. Why do I feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'll continue to update this space when i have the strength to talk bout it, cos at the moment... i cant do it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13153410-112015375776779751?l=fadz19.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/feeds/112015375776779751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13153410&amp;postID=112015375776779751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112015375776779751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13153410/posts/default/112015375776779751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadz19.blogspot.com/2005/07/reflection.html' title='Reflection.'/><author><name>DeViLiCiOuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13859888187188362536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b233/dyzana/Fadila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
