<?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-3250202002841733153</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:01:40.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-679244851469457004</id><published>2008-02-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:44:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back? hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hahahah! im not gonna close down this blog, naq. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;okay, so i haven been blogging.. why? cos firstly, there's nothing interesting that's happening in my life so far.. and secondly, my internet has been down and the only time i use the internet is when im in school. and as a trainee teacher, of course u would wanna be at ur best behaviour and therefore, i refrain from blogging. and i try to do as little chatting in school too. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;been going out a lot these days. to the same old places. doing the same old things. huda says i have no life. 'thanks ah babe!' hahaha. however not much of a life it may seem for me, i am actually quite comfortable and is pretty used to this 'no life' of mine. how fun! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oooh valentine's day coming up and people are already planning away. exciting eh? as for me? dun think i'll be doing anything 'special' on that day. cos firstly, the day falls on a weekday and i'll be all exhausted from school. and secondly, there's no second reason. i'll be tired, i'll have school the following day and therefore, i should not go out. hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's early. way too soon for my bed-time. since i have nothing more to add right now, looks like i'll just watch some tv with mother after this. be good, people! chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: honestly, i dunno who the hell visits and reads these entries anymore. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-679244851469457004?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/679244851469457004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=679244851469457004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/679244851469457004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/679244851469457004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-hehe.html' title='back? hehe.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-7453469300488643668</id><published>2007-11-11T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:54:05.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rza0bN-WNlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-d-cO7gYPw4/s1600-h/P1030438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131487205135890002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rza0bN-WNlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-d-cO7gYPw4/s200/P1030438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rzazxd-WNiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aftWtY0_3Ss/s1600-h/P1030442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131486487876351522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rzazxd-WNiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aftWtY0_3Ss/s200/P1030442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131486277422954002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RzazlN-WNhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TfYO89IqEDw/s200/P1030432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RzazW9-WNgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0XYyFaUAe5w/s1600-h/P1030429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131486032609818114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RzazW9-WNgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/0XYyFaUAe5w/s200/P1030429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131485783501714930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RzazId-WNfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/djrQhs9JBGg/s200/P1030427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sooo many things have been happening. work, work, go out, work again, go out, then work again, go out, school, go out, work, study for BTT, work, go out, go out, work. hahaha. that's pretty much the stuffs that i have been doing. busy woman, i am. i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7/11: first clubbing experience with my elder bro and cuz. took some pictures.. but yeah, it's not too bad. not exactly fantastic either. might go again with the rest of the cousins. we'll see. haha. and yes, i've learnt to just wear some nice looking jeans/pants and a nice looking t-shirt and some nice looking shoes. flat pumps, i mean. no more heels. haha! and nope, no dresses again the next time. (well maybe, if i really have to. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tmr's my e-trial test at the driving centre and the following day is my basic theory test itself. that just means i've got some more studying/revising later tonight. Gosh, im nervous. wish me luck, guys! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: not looking forward to school. dear God, please help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-7453469300488643668?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/7453469300488643668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=7453469300488643668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7453469300488643668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7453469300488643668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-update.html' title='short update.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rza0bN-WNlI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-d-cO7gYPw4/s72-c/P1030438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-8210414347277544578</id><published>2007-11-03T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:21:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 18th, farah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;first and foremost, thanks to everyone who had taken time to wish me. be it through sms, msn, friendster comments, friendster messages, in person, etc, thank you. i appreciate all of them, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to nur, charmian, zul and novia for the pink samsung mp3. i love it! in fact, i'm using it right now. saaayang you all. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to my dear brother, afan for the pink, metal, clip-on watch. it was a pleasant surprise! an unexpected one too! i woke up in the morning and there he was! taking out the watch from the plastic bag to give it to me. how sweeeet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to farhan for the nike voucher, wallet shop voucher and of course, the tissue envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to dear azfar for the topshop lipbalm and some air freshener thing with a cute picture on it. it was very thoughtful of you laa. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks also to my family, shakir, farhana and apek for being there to celebrate my birthday dinner with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but of course! the best birthday gift i received came in 3 hours a little late. and guess what it was? a 3 and a half minute call from the boyfriend all the way from thailand!! OH MY GOD! that was the best la, i tell you. thank you God, for keeping me awake so that i could be there to pick up the phone when he called. hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and yes, right now, i'm just wishing and praying for the bf to come back home safely. that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you, hun. the call means a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm dead beat. i think i need a good rest. it's saturday. no plans for now. i'm most probably just following my parents around. i shall be a good daughter tomorrow. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: shakir, charmian, ivor, nur and zul. i'm sorry for postpoing the outing. we'll set aside a date next week, ya? i miss you people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pps: birthday photos will be uploaded later. goodnight, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-8210414347277544578?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/8210414347277544578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=8210414347277544578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8210414347277544578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8210414347277544578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-18th-farah.html' title='happy 18th, farah!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-1363379951082855182</id><published>2007-10-26T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:57:19.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not excited. anymore. sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;honestly, i WAS really looking forward to the day next week. but you know what, i am not feeling the same way today and tomorrow and the day after. a part of me is rather skeptical. there's a mixture of emotions. nervous, anxious, excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.. scared even? haha. so weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on a lighter note, i have requested a day off next Friday. and it is approved! hurray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will be working later on (friday afternoon) from 2 to 5pm. i'm planning to meet the boyfriend after work. hopefully he'll be free. *prays hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you to the friend who has been keeping me sane all these while. i really appreciate all the efforts, really. i will try my best not to disappoint you. i realise i need my parent-friend more than i think i do. oh wells, whatever it is, thank you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: my hati sakit.. (places overlapping palms across my heart.. HAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-1363379951082855182?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/1363379951082855182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=1363379951082855182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1363379951082855182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1363379951082855182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-excited-anymore-sigh.html' title='not excited. anymore. sigh.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-5166602624379127424</id><published>2007-10-22T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:28:46.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deal with it, farah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it was the most shittiest feeling i have ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but i believe things happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i believe there is a blessing in disguise behind all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i do believe God has His reasons for it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-5166602624379127424?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/5166602624379127424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=5166602624379127424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5166602624379127424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5166602624379127424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/deal-with-it-farah.html' title='deal with it, farah..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-70104352026579659</id><published>2007-10-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T01:32:05.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really really hope i get to meet and spend some quality time with the boyfriend tmr cause it really feels like it has been ages since we did that together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you have no idea how much i miss him already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dear God, please make tmr a fantastic day for me. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&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/3250202002841733153-70104352026579659?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/70104352026579659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=70104352026579659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/70104352026579659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/70104352026579659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/please.html' title='please?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-955899629525634776</id><published>2007-10-18T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:19:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mentally disturbed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i realise something. all my life i've always looked for confirmation. all my life i've always looked for approval of my actions. it's always.. "am i doing this right?", "is it good for me?", "are we exclusive yet?" etc etc. bloody insecure, i know. but that's me. i need all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;perhaps i've always been daddy's little girl. whatever the case may be, it's really not that i'm looking for praises. it's not. trust me. in fact, i dun quite react well to praises. but ya la, it's always nice to know that you love me. to know that you actually do care about me. something which i have to ask myself time and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;honestly, there are a few things i'm battling with myself. and i sure hope i'm not fighting a losing battle. because i love you. and i dun wanna lose you. but i bet you already know all that. i sometimes wonder if it actually makes a difference whenever i say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;maybe i'm just talking a whole load of crap today. maybe i'm driven a bit more by my emotions than i normally would. i dunno. in fact, there's A LOT of things i do not know. it's always questions and more questions. rhetorical questions they seem to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i''ll be working tmr (thursday) from 5.30 to 9.30pm. truthfully speaking, from an outsider's point of view, my job is a no-brainer. super easy. but actually, it isn't so much like that. there are procedures to follow. you gotta be fast and accurate. i thank God there's a proper system there where they do things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BUT even though the job may be draining, i find myself looking forward to work, to the business of the job. also, half expecting to get scolded when i do things wrongly. why? cos only then, will i learn and be better at my job. i also realise when you do things you like, when you have interest in whatever you're doing, it will be much easier for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then again, it's only my first week of work. we'll see how it goes. but this question did cross my mind though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"did i do the right thing by taking up a job during my vacation? or shouldn't i have done it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there was a reason why i asked myself that. but, i won't write it down here. ask me if you really give a shit about me. goodnight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: no pictures for the time being. blogger's being such a girl by not letting me upload them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-955899629525634776?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/955899629525634776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=955899629525634776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/955899629525634776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/955899629525634776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/mentally-disturbed.html' title='mentally disturbed.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-7777785000251396377</id><published>2007-10-12T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:29:38.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when someone, specifically, a guy, wants to get to know a girl, claiming that he wanna be friends and then disappear after being told that she already has a boyfriend, she should know that he definitely had other motives up his sleeves. but, that's not too bad actually. the girl is considered pretty lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the girl is not so lucky when a guy with the same other motives continue to pursue and use his skills to try and lure the girl even AFTER being told that she already has a boyfriend. now, that's a more dangerous game he is playing. and if the girl plays along, that's an even more dangerous game they are both playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why have i suddenly thought of such things at a time like this? at 5.54am to be exact. that's because a friend of mine was telling me about this particular someone another friend told him about just a few days ago. let's call this someone Smarty-Pants. (dun you laugh now. i'm serious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so basically, from what i gather, Smarty-Pants, to me, is what i would call a true 'smart' player. he targets a girl, someone preferably an easy target; or not, he doesn't care. then gets to know her, date her out a few times, at the same time psychoing by sweet-talking her, sleeps with her many times and then dump her nicely. believe it or not, it seems that his success rate is pretty high. damn you, human!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh wait, and the best part is? he doesn't care if the girl has a boyfriend or not. scheisse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i dunno ah. the whole story about that guy and how he is successful luring women, especially those who are taken is rather disturbing to me. makes me feel unsafe. and somehow, im pretty sure he's not the only one. there are plenty of guys like him out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i guess what im saying is that we females should just be extra cautious when a guy we just met is being extra nice to us. cos honestly, they do want something in return. and trust me, it's not just friendship they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha. i sound so paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: to the guys, shame on you if Smarty-Pants sounds like i'm describing who you are.&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/3250202002841733153-7777785000251396377?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/7777785000251396377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=7777785000251396377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7777785000251396377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7777785000251396377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-thought.html' title='random thought..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-2106509401124802431</id><published>2007-10-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:33:24.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad's birthday at the airport on 10th October 2007..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jgwF3G5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-WpqTdYdCHk/s1600-h/P1020967.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119998503194925970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jgwF3G5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-WpqTdYdCHk/s200/P1020967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my wonderful parents..&lt;/span&gt; &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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jYwF3G4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/93MdF1eO5xQ/s1600-h/P1020968.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119998365755972482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jYwF3G4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/93MdF1eO5xQ/s200/P1020968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my younger brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jQAF3G3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0LP7NfyoCmE/s1600-h/P1020971.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119998215432117106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jQAF3G3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0LP7NfyoCmE/s200/P1020971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; the place where we had the birthday dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jEwF3G2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0VpT1fGsYWU/s1600-h/P1020972.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119998022158588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jEwF3G2I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0VpT1fGsYWU/s200/P1020972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;look, she's so happy. and btw, that's the newly-renovated skytrain at t2.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3i6gF3G1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/xzX_DWA6qVU/s1600-h/P1020974.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997846064929618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3i6gF3G1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/xzX_DWA6qVU/s200/P1020974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sooo cheeky.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3ixQF3G0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yeC2zmQmkJg/s1600-h/P1020975.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997687151139650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3ixQF3G0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yeC2zmQmkJg/s200/P1020975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eee, geramnyeee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3inwF3GzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7Ha75K8gKJI/s1600-h/P1020976.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997523942382386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3inwF3GzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7Ha75K8gKJI/s200/P1020976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i cannot get enough of you, Syaza.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iewF3GyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d7o0dvKQN-s/s1600-h/P1020977.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997369323559714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iewF3GyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/d7o0dvKQN-s/s200/P1020977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; "don't look at me. i'm innocent.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iUQF3GxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8t0uCSJCKik/s1600-h/P1020979.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997188934933266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iUQF3GxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8t0uCSJCKik/s200/P1020979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; just us siblings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iKQF3GwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bJ-D6xpuB-Q/s1600-h/P1020981.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119997017136241410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iKQF3GwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bJ-D6xpuB-Q/s200/P1020981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; us siblings, again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iAAF3GvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fBkWfoUvaso/s1600-h/P1020984.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119996841042582258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3iAAF3GvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fBkWfoUvaso/s200/P1020984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my 'action-fierce' brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3hzwF3GuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AXjkeBML72A/s1600-h/P1020986.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119996630589184738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3hzwF3GuI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AXjkeBML72A/s200/P1020986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my 'dorky' brother.. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3hpgF3GtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y5q4IouEySg/s1600-h/P1020991.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119996454495525586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3hpgF3GtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y5q4IouEySg/s200/P1020991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my protective brothers.. yes, even the younger one.. hehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and so we celebrated my dad's 53rd birthday (ahh, still so young) at airport's Swensen's. Gosh, two Swensen's trips in half a week! i must be crazy. well, no presents for the dad this year. just a birthday treat from us. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last terawih session tonight. last fasting day tomorrow. how fast time flies. and nope, not looking forward to raya this year. i'd rather stay at home and sleep, really. though i know the possibility of that happening is.. ZERO. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;could it be that i feel the meaning of raya is lost? could it be because i feel it is so over-rated? maybe it's just the possibility of running into people i don't quite fancy that much? i dunno. whatever it is, let's just hope it won't be as bad as i think it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and you know what, i think every one needs a devil's advocate in their life at one point or another. though having a devil's advocate could really annoy the shit out of you and make you lose faith in yourself, they could also help you in more ways than one. right now, i only have one person that could fit that position perfectly in mind. and i think he knows who he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and they say i'm left-brain dominant. guess what? i think so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/3250202002841733153-2106509401124802431?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/2106509401124802431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=2106509401124802431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2106509401124802431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2106509401124802431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/dads-birthday-at-airport-on-10th.html' title='dad&apos;s birthday at the airport on 10th October 2007..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rw3jgwF3G5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-WpqTdYdCHk/s72-c/P1020967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-1986166667740511589</id><published>2007-10-10T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:06:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing with rai to marina square..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvZAF3GsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PBqikWJzx_I/s1600-h/P1020954.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119378245492873922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvZAF3GsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PBqikWJzx_I/s200/P1020954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in marina square's women toilet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvKgF3GrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-gOHv1moDpk/s1600-h/P1020955.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119377996384770738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvKgF3GrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-gOHv1moDpk/s200/P1020955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; in the toilet, again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvAwF3GqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QWqmBAUAbDI/s1600-h/P1020956.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119377828881046178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvAwF3GqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QWqmBAUAbDI/s200/P1020956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me and rai doing that mirror-shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuutAF3GpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hSkjedYqrUA/s1600-h/P1020957.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119377489578629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuutAF3GpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hSkjedYqrUA/s200/P1020957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i had fish and chips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuuPgF3GoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dD-bgPEDcms/s1600-h/P1020958.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119376982772488834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuuPgF3GoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dD-bgPEDcms/s200/P1020958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rai had breaded chicken with chips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rwut9AF3GnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ETr8c111OVo/s1600-h/P1020960.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119376664944908914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rwut9AF3GnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ETr8c111OVo/s200/P1020960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we had calamari rings as the side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwutswF3GmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AXtWtXEuKkw/s1600-h/P1020961.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119376385772034658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwutswF3GmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/AXtWtXEuKkw/s200/P1020961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; me and rai.. without flash..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwutagF3GlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KoLGChtO4cU/s1600-h/P1020963.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119376072239422034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwutagF3GlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KoLGChtO4cU/s200/P1020963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; me and rai.. with flash this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the late afternoon was spent with rai around city hall area. first up, accompanied her to NUM to get her haviana slippers. not cheap, okay. hahaa. then, we proceeded to marina square. walked around aimlessly and updated each other on the stuffs that has been happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;then, we went to Cavana to break fast. that was around 6.40pm. however, the place was packed and filled with this particular group of people and that, somehow, made us feel a bit uncomfortable. plus, the seats that were left sucked. so, rai suggested swensen's instead. good call, babe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;talked some more over dinner and shared a dessert as we were both quite full already. but too bad, i had forgotten to take a pic of that Frosted Chocolate Malt we ordered. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after dinner, we walked back to city hall and headed home. it is always nice hanging out with her, really. i guess she's one of the very few friends of mine who is really sincere and isn't judgmental and because of that, it makes me feel very comfortable being around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;damn, i'm so touchy-feely. eew. haha! goodnight, world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&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/3250202002841733153-1986166667740511589?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/1986166667740511589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=1986166667740511589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1986166667740511589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1986166667740511589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/outing-with-rai-to-marina-square.html' title='outing with rai to marina square..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwuvZAF3GsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PBqikWJzx_I/s72-c/P1020954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-4525363118519950267</id><published>2007-10-07T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:48:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turns out good, afterall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday. and trust me, it rarely happens to me. yesterday was just one of those days la, i guess. plus, i had this really uneasy/uncomfortable feeling about something but i just can't put my finger on what the actual problem is. weird, weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and so in the afternoon, i decided to go meet the boyfriend in the end. looks like with him, i can't be egoistic for too long. heh. and also because i've missed him too much, i was thinking, i'd be really stupid if i get my damn ego get the better side of me. but then again, i tell you, i have not much ego to begin with. so yeah, makes it all the easier. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whatever it is, i had a really good time. it feels really really nice to be near/around/beside the boyfriend. told you i'm pretty much an easily contented person. which, may not be a good thing all the time. haha. though what disappointed me a little was the fact that my boyfriend might be away on my birthday. -pout- but oh wells, it's okay. i shall be the understanding girlfriend and not complain. hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and they say, opposites attract. oh, how true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-4525363118519950267?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/4525363118519950267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=4525363118519950267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/4525363118519950267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/4525363118519950267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/turns-out-good-afterall.html' title='turns out good, afterall.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-7857459783673455676</id><published>2007-10-03T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:34:08.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakae sushi outing on 1st Oct..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO6QwF3GWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oG_hdvFBu20/s1600-h/P1020836.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117138398573173090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO6QwF3GWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oG_hdvFBu20/s200/P1020836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; unagi. i think that would have to be my favourite dish. salmon teriyaki comes close behind. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO6GwF3GVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EVR-w4jtDcA/s1600-h/P1020837.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117138226774481234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO6GwF3GVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EVR-w4jtDcA/s200/P1020837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the usual sushis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO57wF3GUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DUS4gx14pq0/s1600-h/P1020841.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117138037795920194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO57wF3GUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DUS4gx14pq0/s200/P1020841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; and that's the disgusting green tea noodle. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5tAF3GTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0L8LuYh-d9s/s1600-h/P1020852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117137784392849714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5tAF3GTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0L8LuYh-d9s/s200/P1020852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5eQF3GSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K2wwU3jGw5w/s1600-h/P1020861.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117137530989779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5eQF3GSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K2wwU3jGw5w/s200/P1020861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;farhana. my brother's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5SQF3GRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WMMFASEXQBs/s1600-h/P1020849.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117137324831349010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5SQF3GRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WMMFASEXQBs/s200/P1020849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; my shy younger brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5BwF3GQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jla4lRfCNhM/s1600-h/P1020847.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117137041363507458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO5BwF3GQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jla4lRfCNhM/s200/P1020847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and finally, say hello to the boyfriend. (tengok la. he refuse to pose a nice picture for me. cekik darah betol. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dinner at sakae sushi followed by a round of dessert/drinks at tcc. it was nice to have the boyfriend and siblings out at the same time. oh btw, you know what mummy said when she saw the pictures? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"wah, first time mama tengok Sadat pakai white." HAHA. and the best part? i wore white on that day too! totally unplanned and purely coincidental. how nice. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&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/3250202002841733153-7857459783673455676?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/7857459783673455676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=7857459783673455676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7857459783673455676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7857459783673455676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/10/sakae-sushi-outing-on-1st-oct.html' title='sakae sushi outing on 1st Oct..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RwO6QwF3GWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oG_hdvFBu20/s72-c/P1020836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-5382072589668947297</id><published>2007-09-28T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:11:31.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peekchurs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzRJgF3GPI/AAAAAAAAADs/hYcr_XHVyUc/s1600-h/mont+blanc+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115193237949585650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzRJgF3GPI/AAAAAAAAADs/hYcr_XHVyUc/s200/mont+blanc+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;presenting Mont Blanc's ever-so-sexy name-card holder.. just like the person who's carying it. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzRFAF3GOI/AAAAAAAAADk/TK1oeeAfApk/s1600-h/mont+blanc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115193160640174306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzRFAF3GOI/AAAAAAAAADk/TK1oeeAfApk/s200/mont+blanc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;let's take a peek at the inside.. when it's flipped open.. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzNNgF3GLI/AAAAAAAAADM/oUCRzXMpfJg/s1600-h/timerland+socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115188908622551218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzNNgF3GLI/AAAAAAAAADM/oUCRzXMpfJg/s200/timerland+socks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; and last but not least, timberland socks! haha! cute, riiight?? i know.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh wells, it's such a nice and comforting feeling for every girlfriend to know that the boyfriend's actually using the stuff that was given. ahhh, i'm on cloud 9 right now. 'nuff said.. thanks hun, for the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyways, i met Charmian for a while just now at tampines mall. she's leaving for europe tonight. wish i could see her off at the airport. but she insisted that i don't trouble myself. -pout- damn, i'm so gonna miss that girl! hope she'll have a safe and fun trip with the family. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is it for today. gonna help around with the preparations for break fast in a bit. chao!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-5382072589668947297?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/5382072589668947297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=5382072589668947297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5382072589668947297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5382072589668947297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/peekchurs.html' title='peekchurs!!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RvzRJgF3GPI/AAAAAAAAADs/hYcr_XHVyUc/s72-c/mont+blanc+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-7566922892988713235</id><published>2007-09-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:12:29.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadat Bin Hassan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the boyfriend's gonna be super busy the next three days. -pout- but that's alright. we'll have the next week to have fun! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i was chatting with a friend and was complaining about missing the boyfriend and things like that.. the conversation goes something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;friend: you should be grateful, woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me: i am.. i really am.. to be blessed with such a wonderful boyfriend. though i can't actually say that to him. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;friend: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me: he'll puke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;friend: hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me: but sometimes, i just do.. to annoy the shit out of him. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so you see, i am a pretty annoying gf like that. and a sweet one too. hoho. ah, whatever. why the hell am i wasting my time here anyways? oh wells, i'm off. it's high time i get my butt up and help clean up the house. chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-7566922892988713235?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/7566922892988713235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=7566922892988713235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7566922892988713235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/7566922892988713235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/sadat-bin-hassan-i-just-like-that-name.html' title='Sadat Bin Hassan..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-5118113581755259103</id><published>2007-09-27T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T03:46:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quick random online test by okcupid.com..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hello! here's The Dating Persona Test results at okcupid.com.. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The Priss&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLD)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady &amp;amp; long-term. And soothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Always avoid: The Playboy (RGSM), The Loverboy (RGLM)&lt;br /&gt;Consider: The Manchild (RBLD)&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/3250202002841733153-5118113581755259103?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/5118113581755259103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=5118113581755259103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5118113581755259103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5118113581755259103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-quick-random-online-test-by.html' title='another quick random online test by okcupid.com..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-2391029112027052267</id><published>2007-09-27T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:49:26.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just one of those days. i'll get over this soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i seem to have trouble sleeping at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so much things on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not that i dun wanna sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i do. i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's just that the moments before closing my eyes are the toughest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm very inclined towards negative thoughts during those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they are bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so what do i do? i try to keep myself awake for as long as possible until i feel really exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;like now, for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: will you ever get bored of me? i sometimes wonder.&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/3250202002841733153-2391029112027052267?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/2391029112027052267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=2391029112027052267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2391029112027052267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2391029112027052267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-just-one-of-those-days-ill-get-past.html' title='it&apos;s just one of those days. i&apos;ll get over this soon.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6498577922503351259</id><published>2007-09-26T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:48:08.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random online test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The ENNEAGRAM test by okcupid.com..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you chose CX - your Enneagram type is TWO (aka "The Charmer").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Get Along with Me...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.&lt;br /&gt;Share fun times with me.&lt;br /&gt;Take an interest in my problems, though I will probably try to focus on yours.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that I am important and special to you.&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle if you decide to criticize me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Intimate Relationships...&lt;br /&gt;Reassure me that I am interesting to you. (not gonna happen)&lt;br /&gt;Reassure me that you love me. (not gonna happen)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me. (not gonna happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I Like About Being a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://henrygrey.eu/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TWO...&lt;br /&gt;being able to relate easily to people and to make friends&lt;br /&gt;knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better&lt;br /&gt;being generous, caring, and warm&lt;br /&gt;being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings&lt;br /&gt;being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Hard About Being a TWO...&lt;br /&gt;not being able to say no&lt;br /&gt;having low self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;feeling drained from overdoing for others&lt;br /&gt;not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish&lt;br /&gt;criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should&lt;br /&gt;being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tume in to them&lt;br /&gt;working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-6498577922503351259?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6498577922503351259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6498577922503351259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6498577922503351259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6498577922503351259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-online-test.html' title='random online test.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-632027882368470828</id><published>2007-09-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:00:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, hun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last evening was probably one of the happiest days of my life. (though i know there will be many more to come, insya'Allah.. hehe.) and yes, i have many happiest days in my life. uh-huh, go on.. be envious. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anways, i'm not gonna write a compo here.. fine details are for me to remember and treasure. but whatever it is, here's the gist of what happened on a certain Monday, 24th September 2007. (oh, i just love remembering dates. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;broke fast with Sadat. asked him to close his eyes. started off with hand-made birthday card with our picture in it and a timberland carrier containing timberland socks. yes, socks. just when he thought that was it, it gets better. was asked to close his eyes again. surprised him with a mont blanc carrier. a name-card holder in it. speechless Sadat. happy me. and that's not all. slice of blackforest cake from bengawan solo. lighted candle. secret wish from me. blew out the candle. sharing of cake. sent me back. said hello to the family. and of course, the oh-so-famous teh tarik for him from mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all that resulted in what i would assume a very happy Sadat and an even happier Farah. how cute is that? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you know, the look on his face when he received the gift was priceless. it made ME happy seeing HIM happy. to me, the whole thing was simple, yet very special. oh boy, i hope i made a difference to the day before his actual birthday. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i just LOVE giving people surprises. and do bear in mind that i only give surprises to those who really matter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and it's only 1am now. i'm not officially wishing him just yet. the birthday wish will have to wait for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thank you, hun. for making me an extremely happy girl. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&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/3250202002841733153-632027882368470828?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/632027882368470828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=632027882368470828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/632027882368470828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/632027882368470828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-hun.html' title='happy birthday, hun!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6887941212884063343</id><published>2007-09-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:34:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's funny how a few words can hurt you badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;imagine the damage that might result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's too much. i'd rather not think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&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/3250202002841733153-6887941212884063343?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6887941212884063343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6887941212884063343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6887941212884063343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6887941212884063343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/blank.html' title='blank..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-3512614429085091466</id><published>2007-09-18T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:31:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. the boyfriend's not going to china. yay! i believe that's a blessing in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2. i miss Nur, Zul, Charmian, Novia, Rai, Irra, Azfar, Shakir and many more others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3. shaving will not lead to coarser hair when it re-grows. really. it only feels like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. the boyfriend has a new nickname for me. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5. Zul's not going back to Brunei this time round cos his passport has expired. HAHA. kental seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6. i have a freaking competitor. @#%!%@$%^#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7. it's exactly one week to your birthday. you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8. try not to make plans unnecessarily on that day. please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;9. azfar's working at geylang bazaar this whole of fasting month selling men's baju kurung. how cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10. i wanna go bintan after hari raya. it'd be very nice if you could come with me. but i'd understand if you can't. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;11. this sunday is cousins-buka-together day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;12. lying on your stomach while typing on the laptop is very bad, especially when your stomach is empty. it hurts like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13. the internet is an evil evil thing as it disables you from doing other things more constructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;14. i wanna go ikea to get some new stuff to decorate my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;15. i'm thinking of going white this raya. it's just a thought. we'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;16. i miss my missy donut. thanks to the other type of dessert i had. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;17. i'm craving for many foods right now. including you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;18. the more i look at you, the more i can picture spending the rest of my life with you. it's not supposed to be sweet. it's a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that's it for today. pure randomness. and oh, if you are actually observant enough, you'd know why there are as many points as there are up there. have a great day, people! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3250202002841733153-3512614429085091466?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/3512614429085091466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=3512614429085091466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/3512614429085091466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/3512614429085091466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-838738731134451423</id><published>2007-09-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T22:58:26.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookworm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;been spending my time reading a book titled 'a place called here' by cecilia ahern. not too bad, i must say. the starting's a little slow but as you go on, the pace quickened and in no time, the book will get you hooked. (wow, it kinda rhymes. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boyfriend very much. i just hope he's okay and missing me too. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he's right. dealing with a woman is like dealing with 10 crew on-board the ship. i guess i'm no exception. bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i need more books to keep myself occupied. and i need 'clean' ones so as to preserve my fast. hoho. any recommendations, people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i need my boyfriend. where the hell is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodnight, folks. be good and happy fasting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-838738731134451423?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/838738731134451423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=838738731134451423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/838738731134451423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/838738731134451423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/09/bookworm.html' title='bookworm..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-2721909540441366235</id><published>2007-08-31T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:47:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank youuu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm such a lucky girl. today, i received my very first Teacher's Day gift. it was soo sweet of my tutee to do so la. sighs. i felt so loved and appreciated, knoww. oh wells, that really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm leaving for Australia tomorrow evening. yayyy! BUT. i'm not really feeling it yet. i'm feeling quite nervous, actually. thanks to my last exam paper tmr morning. it is a 2-hour paper, from 9.30 to 11.30am. sighs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;well, looking on the brighter side, it's only 10 hrs away from the end of the paper before i celebrate by going to serangoon first to do threading. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm so looking forward to tomorrow. only I know why. hehee. goodnight, all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: dear God, please help me. please make me pass. please. please. please. you know i love you. thank you.&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/3250202002841733153-2721909540441366235?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/2721909540441366235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=2721909540441366235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2721909540441366235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2721909540441366235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-youuu.html' title='thank youuu.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-5382304242842906273</id><published>2007-08-23T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:24:44.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back, hun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;received a phone call this morning and when i looked at the caller display, my heart skipped a beat. "6861****" the first four numbers were enough to make my day. the rest of the numbers just didn't matter. hahaa. sneaky sneaky eh, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;today, besides the many things i learnt for my exam tmr, i also learnt that nobody likes to entertain extremely whiny callers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there's always the wall to talk to, if you really must. (note to self too) hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i also realised that some people are phone-talkers while others just simply aren't. and i think i'm becoming more and more of the latter. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wish me luck for tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&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/3250202002841733153-5382304242842906273?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/5382304242842906273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=5382304242842906273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5382304242842906273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5382304242842906273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-back-hun.html' title='welcome back, hun.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-5931259306520172604</id><published>2007-08-19T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:44:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two little dickie birds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rsgoxf0bmxI/AAAAAAAAADE/gQfKKi00PtA/s1600-h/P1010719.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100371408817199890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rsgoxf0bmxI/AAAAAAAAADE/gQfKKi00PtA/s200/P1010719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; niece and i at tanah merah safra resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RsgnlP0bmvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UZqT7GcQUHw/s1600-h/P1010713.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100370098852174578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RsgnlP0bmvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UZqT7GcQUHw/s200/P1010713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; another niece and i. also at the safra resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RsgnTP0bmuI/AAAAAAAAACs/hAIkGyd_Zck/s1600-h/DSC08055.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100369789614529250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RsgnTP0bmuI/AAAAAAAAACs/hAIkGyd_Zck/s200/DSC08055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; me, at the changi beach with the family. i really really like night picnic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;been sick for the past one week. thought my immune system is strong enough to handle it but looks like it's not. so, i guess i'll be heading down to the polyclinic after i hand in my yet-to-be-completed assignments tmr morning. oh, i just love last minute work, don't i? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i realised i am a more jealous person than i think i am. so, it's true then. scorpios are generally very jealous people. but whether we are people who are difficult to live with? well, i dunno. maybe you should ask my brothers that. on the other hand, didn't you know we're also very sexy and passionate creatures? hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the boyfriend's still in Doha. and i was just told that he would be delayed for another few more days. dammits! dear God, please let him come home asap. thank you. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;next week is study week. i have about slightly less than a week to study for the first paper and another whole week to study for the next. and after that, i'm off! off to Australia (Gold Coast) with my parents. woohoo! i am so excited. i just need to suffer a bit for the next two weeks and then i will be free for the following THREE months. yes, THREE freaking months. hmm, that shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? yea, i hope so. *silent prayer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is it, all. goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: and haven't i already mention? i am so missing the boyfriend. hehee.&lt;/span&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/3250202002841733153-5931259306520172604?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/5931259306520172604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=5931259306520172604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5931259306520172604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/5931259306520172604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-little-dickie-birds.html' title='two little dickie birds.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rsgoxf0bmxI/AAAAAAAAADE/gQfKKi00PtA/s72-c/P1010719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6219231691222678572</id><published>2007-08-09T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:50:54.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hey hey. it has been a while, eyy? well, what can i say.. i am a busy girl. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;spent my National day holiday with Sadat today. it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we walked around taka and visited paragon where he got his Guess jeans. oh yes, he's a happy man now. haha. then, we went over to novena square to collect his linen shirt at Celio. it was a superb deal, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had late late lunch at novena square's Fish and Co. and as usual, we 'couple-observed' the couple two tables away from us. hahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after that, we went over to parkway where he got me a lipgloss. walk walk and lepaked at starbucks for a bit before sending me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm a happy happy girl. things have been great. i love the way things are. and somehow, it just keeps getting better. -smiles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;heading back to school to finish up my project tmr. i just can't wait to get this sem over and done with. grrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is it. goodnight, all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-6219231691222678572?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6219231691222678572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6219231691222678572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6219231691222678572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6219231691222678572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-happy-girl.html' title='happy happy girl.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-1590264703153388534</id><published>2007-07-24T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:09:50.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on monday, i got my first sewing assignment done and half the second done. so, i have one and a halfway more to go for sewing. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and today, i had my public speaking informative speech test. it was not too bad la. though 5 minutes time limit was clearly too short for me. damn! was the fourth and last group to present. and im glad we had it over and done with! oh, thank God! so, that means, i'm left with an MCQ test on the next two weeks and one subject is OVER! another yay. that aside, i think i'm definitely gonna miss my public speaking classmates. they are so much better than the japanese classmates i had last semester la. oops! heh. or perhaps, it's just the fact that charmian is in my class and it makes all the difference in the world. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it has been very very cold these past few days/nights. personally, i wouldn't wanna sleep with the air-con during weathers like this. but since i'm not sleeping alone on sunday to wednesday nights, i don't have much choice there, do it? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and now, i'm all alone at home. family left for nenek's place for dinner while i was 'napping' on the sofa. serve me right for sleeping. now, i'm dinner-less. pout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh! they're back. with no food. no surprise, there! haha. so it's apples for tonight. goodnight, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-1590264703153388534?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/1590264703153388534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=1590264703153388534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1590264703153388534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1590264703153388534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates.html' title='updates..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-8049657436774301813</id><published>2007-07-11T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:44:20.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>by Dr. Kate M. Wachs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm currently reading this book entitled 'relationships for dummies'. not that i am a dummy. but i have to do a research on this topic for my public speaking informative speech next week. haha. yes, yes, how cool, right? i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and there's this statement which i find rather interesting. it says, "guys, genereally find it easier to have sex with someone they dislike." i was like, what the hell?! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;perhaps, it's true for some guys. and my guess would be by doing so, there's no need to deal with the emotional attachment after that and thus, it is easier for them to let go and move on to the next one. but if they do it with someone they actually like, there'll most probably be a thousand and one things on their mind after that one night of passion. -shrugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;also, it was stated that women, on the other hand, may not even perceive sex (after a date) as a compliment, but rather, a sign that the man hasn't had a good time on the date and wants to salvage something for his money. HAHA. hilarious, but something i would agree more with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and my point is, men and women have to constantly bear in mind that we are both unidentical creatures and that our sexual reasons are most likely to be very different from each other. thus, if in doubt, always ask. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodnight, all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: i'm missing the boyfriend. -pout-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-8049657436774301813?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/8049657436774301813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=8049657436774301813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8049657436774301813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8049657436774301813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/07/by-dr-kate-m-wachs.html' title='by Dr. Kate M. Wachs'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-518780810307052320</id><published>2007-07-06T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:07:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantings you don't wanna read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im tired. im bored. i have many deadlines to be met. and im not doing anything about it. YET. what a pemalas nak mampos. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm really looking forward to the coming hols. (it's at least a month and a half away. damnits!) i would love to BELIEVE that it will past by very fast. but that also means that the exams are gonna be even sooner. hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so many plans. so little time. so little money. how like that? we have batam and phuket in mind. hmm, australia's too expensive. so for that, i think i'll just go with the parents since my friends are unable to tag along. -pout-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whatever it is, i really hope me and charmian will execute our phuket trip early next year. so, in the meanwhile, i'll just have to pray hard that there won't be any disaster or riots there for months to come. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as for batam, charmian will get back to me on that. it'll be fun! spa, massages, beach, sun-tanning (yeah, right. HAHA.) well, you won't catch me dead with a bikini in singapore. but overseas? hmmmm. hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh wells, i think i better start on my sewing soon. im sorry ah. but i just strong dislike the lecturer ah. nothing i do will ever meet her 'standards'. she better pass me at the end of the semester. *silent prayer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im done for today. chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-518780810307052320?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/518780810307052320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=518780810307052320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/518780810307052320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/518780810307052320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/07/rantings-you-dont-wanna-read.html' title='rantings you don&apos;t wanna read.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6583612645786241401</id><published>2007-07-01T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:47:23.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gst-hike craze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;spent the day with Sadat last Saturday. singaporeans, including myself, are crazy, i tell you. last day before gst hike and everyone suddenly decides to go shopping. haha. so needless to say, vivo was jam-packed with people. bloody annoying la, okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had my eye on this really nice dress at WAREHOUSE. but guess what? the neckline was PLUNGING and the length was a little too short for mummy's liking. haha. so yes, too bad i can't get it. -pout-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had lunch at fig and olive's. i had grilled dory (that's fish for you, in case you do not know) with mushroom pasta while he had something (i can't remember) pasta with carbonara sauce. never tried there prior to the visit yesterday. and i must say, it's not too bad, really. just dun expect great service la, okay? hehh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;all in all, i had a good time. spending time with the boyfriend is always refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-6583612645786241401?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6583612645786241401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6583612645786241401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6583612645786241401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6583612645786241401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/07/spent-day-with-sadat-last-saturday.html' title='gst-hike craze.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-1471633402076972079</id><published>2007-06-27T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:46:22.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i waited for one whole day and in the end, i only got 2 and a half minutes. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wish i knew which buttons not to press. honestly, im not sure what i can ask and what i should not ask. and if you were to take away all the things that I THINK i'm not supposed to ask, i'm left with very little areas to cover. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whatever it is, i'm not having second thoughts. i'm content with the two minutes, really. cos the last thing i want is to hinder you from achieving your goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;get well soon, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-1471633402076972079?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/1471633402076972079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=1471633402076972079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1471633402076972079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1471633402076972079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-minutes.html' title='two minutes.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-142850710846830235</id><published>2007-06-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:39:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sound like a man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;there's nobody else in this world right now that i'd rather be with but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i mean it with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: thank you, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-142850710846830235?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/142850710846830235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=142850710846830235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/142850710846830235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/142850710846830235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-sound-like-man.html' title='i sound like a man.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6654230519347686188</id><published>2007-06-24T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:53:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick = cranky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rn1NXXH5dAI/AAAAAAAAABc/LwLFOG3QEWc/s1600-h/wags3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079301018483258370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rn1NXXH5dAI/AAAAAAAAABc/LwLFOG3QEWc/s200/wags3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; bakar girls and i all excited over our cute little presents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rn1NPHH5c_I/AAAAAAAAABU/OR5Q5IW4-OY/s1600-h/wags+with+masks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079300876749337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rn1NPHH5c_I/AAAAAAAAABU/OR5Q5IW4-OY/s200/wags+with+masks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; moments before we actually sleep.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;runny nose + blocked nose = sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and let me tell you. it is SUPER irritating when you can't seem to be able to sleep peacefully because every half an hour, you have to rush to the toilet to blow your nose away. -pout-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your 'once-a-day' message never fail to make my day. especially when you're a million miles away from me. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my saturday was spent by paying a visit to spotlight to get some fabric for my next LSew1 assignment. i'm expecting a very busy few weeks ahead of me. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh and have i mention? one should NEVER over-eat at a buffet dinner. i ended up having a super full-stomach, i could barely breathe. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no wonder God has taught us to eat only about 1/3 of our maximum capacity. why? cos the other 1/3 goes to liquids and the last 1/3 goes to air for breathing. i really should bear that in mind next time. hehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodnight, all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: come back home soon.. i need you.&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/3250202002841733153-6654230519347686188?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6654230519347686188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6654230519347686188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6654230519347686188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6654230519347686188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/sick-cranky.html' title='sick = cranky?'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/Rn1NXXH5dAI/AAAAAAAAABc/LwLFOG3QEWc/s72-c/wags3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-979256100364740798</id><published>2007-06-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:09:56.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self: communication is the key to a long-lasting relationship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;been having my 'i-feel-ugly' days lately. haha. i dunno why ah. maybe cos my face da start its breakouts and im just feeling fat these days. (yes hun, i hear you. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can i say this? no boyfriend should ever make the girlfriend feel ugly. i mean, reminding her that she needs to get back on track is okay. (bear in mind that you gotta be careful when touching this topic.) but telling her straight up that 'i-can-find-prettier-girls-than-you-anytime-anyday' is a big NO-NO. like what the hell, wake up laa. you so need to get back down to earth, man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyways, i feel that a partner should never make you feel bad about yourself. NEVER. a good partner should be there helping you boost your self-esteem when you need it and not destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and yes, the 'i-think-ure-too-immature-for-me' issue should also be avoided by anyone at any cost. if you really think so, then why the hell are you still with him/her? angkat kaki jalan ah! give yourself and more importantly him/her some respect ah, please. there's more than one way to solve an issue you two are facing, know. grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on a lighter note, i've been very happy lately. too happy, according to my brothers. but honestly, i dun really have a reason why. well, it's way better than the 'moody-me' whaaat. so enjoy it while it lasts, folks. hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodnight, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: i'll miss you, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-979256100364740798?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/979256100364740798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=979256100364740798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/979256100364740798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/979256100364740798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/note-to-self-communication-is-key-to.html' title='note to self: communication is the key to a long-lasting relationship.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-1677982737512957384</id><published>2007-06-13T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:55:30.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a mess! grr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my house is in a complete mess. thanks to my latest buy; the sewing machine from COURTS. hahaa. and so, i've decided to get myself a sewing machine in the end. i think it's a wise decision, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;started operating it this morning. and im like a quarter to half-way through my product now. i'm making a make-up purse. hahaa. how girly, i know. but you should have a look at the material first. it's as girly as hell, i tell you. not that hell is girly. but ahhh, u get my point. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tuition session in a bit. and after that, i'm off to either meeting him or the girls. it would have to depend on his availability. so yeah, we'll see about that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and btw, in case you haven't already know, i really like my new sewing machine. hahaa. chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: slumber party with the bakar girls this weekend! i can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-1677982737512957384?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/1677982737512957384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=1677982737512957384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1677982737512957384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1677982737512957384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-mess-grr.html' title='what a mess! grr.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-8953559836732266142</id><published>2007-06-08T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:12:15.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so it was a pleasant surprise! how cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyways, yesterday was my last paper for the term test. so that just means my 2-weeks break have officially started as of today. hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;after the paper, me, nur, charmian, azfar and zul headed ljs at century square to have our lunch. needless to say, when u put me, nur, and charmian together, our conversations just run wild. haha. from pubic hair to armpit hair to whatever else you can think of. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's cute how zul is so interested but is so shy to join in. while azfar on the other hand, acts more interested in playing the psp but we know that he's actually eavesdropping on us. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i love the friends, really. despite our differences and our forever non-existing plans like going swimming for example, we can still laugh about it and continue to make more plans. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: i wanna see you. but i dun wanna be taken for granted too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-8953559836732266142?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/8953559836732266142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=8953559836732266142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8953559836732266142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8953559836732266142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='friends..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-1643071336163360716</id><published>2007-06-06T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:56:17.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*pleasant/unpleasant surprise? (* delete where applicable)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;here i am. in the library. waiting for him. oh, have i mentioned? he doesn't know. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but not to worry la. i came prepared to be waiting for hours or to not be able to meet him at all. haha. so yes, i'm good. i'll just wait for any news from him then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;eeeeeee. and have i told you that it's so sejuk in here? someone lend me your jacket, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-1643071336163360716?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/1643071336163360716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=1643071336163360716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1643071336163360716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/1643071336163360716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/pleasantunpleasant-surprise-delete.html' title='*pleasant/unpleasant surprise? (* delete where applicable)'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-8478306290686943372</id><published>2007-06-03T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:08:04.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth for Bakar Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pictures; courtesy of Nid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RmPVfoGSG6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZzkvv_ENtA/s1600-h/bakar+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072132344665742242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RmPVfoGSG6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZzkvv_ENtA/s200/bakar+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bakar girls: before the tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RmPVbIGSG5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0AIMGcnx160/s1600-h/wags+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072132267356330898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RmPVbIGSG5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0AIMGcnx160/s200/wags+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wags and me: after the tournament at banquet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;several people have asked me. and i said, yes, maybe, i dunno. hahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;had captain's ball tournament organised by NUS Muslim Society yesterday. it was happening, i tell you. haha. body aches i get this morning was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i realised i get affected by others easily. and i tend to just let it be and not fight back about it for fear of making the situation any more unpleasant. but would that actually make things better or worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i hate the image some people have of me. and i am slowly learning not to care. just watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&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/3250202002841733153-8478306290686943372?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/8478306290686943372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=8478306290686943372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8478306290686943372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/8478306290686943372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/06/fourth-for-bakar-girls.html' title='Fourth for Bakar Girls!'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9EyENGHvinw/RmPVfoGSG6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uZzkvv_ENtA/s72-c/bakar+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6080338941146075437</id><published>2007-05-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:02:50.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why? why am i feeling this way? i hate this feeling, really. there was a reason why i held back so much. but now that im slowly (well, not very slowly), opening myself up, i feel scared. i feel vulnerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i guess only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God, i really need to start studying. i really do. someone, help me. haha. well, buenas noches, everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-6080338941146075437?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6080338941146075437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6080338941146075437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6080338941146075437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6080338941146075437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/05/paranoia.html' title='paranoia.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-2643817339470951876</id><published>2007-05-18T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T13:52:02.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>body aches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nid was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Happy people dun blog that often."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i swear, it's true okay. but don't you think it's a weird phenomenon? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i've been busy lately. gonna have another round of captain's ball training tonight. ooh, im excited. but for now, i shall go and have some rest first. my body's screaming for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ps: i know i've not been seeing you lately. i feel guilty and i'm sorry. i will do so soon. please forgive me. thank you, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-2643817339470951876?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/2643817339470951876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=2643817339470951876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2643817339470951876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/2643817339470951876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/05/body-aches.html' title='body aches.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250202002841733153.post-6704527877022791052</id><published>2007-05-14T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:27:50.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice fresh air..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's nice to be have a change in environment. and and, i really like the address of the blog. well, i'm sure some people must be thinking, "God, i bet the author is a minah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but guess what honey, i dun care. im too used to all that now. have more important things to worry about, really. some of which, i know im not supposed to be affected by. but hey, im trying and i'm only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thanks to Nur, my sayang, for wanting to help me 'decorate' this blog. cos honestly, i have no idea how to configure blogs, edit them and stuff. plus, i can't be bothered to learn anyways. i'd rather have a good read than figure out how to do all of that. so, i guess i'll just leave it to the experts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;family dinner at changi in a bit. im psyched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-fa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3250202002841733153-6704527877022791052?l=macamsiak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/feeds/6704527877022791052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3250202002841733153&amp;postID=6704527877022791052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6704527877022791052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3250202002841733153/posts/default/6704527877022791052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macamsiak.blogspot.com/2007/05/nice-fresh-air.html' title='nice fresh air..'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
