<?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-4997487546306877921</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:15:20.939+08:00</updated><category term='raya'/><category term='me'/><category term='sad'/><category term='B&apos;day'/><category term='she'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='he'/><category term='beach'/><category term='dream'/><category term='aloha'/><category term='life'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='fren'/><category term='sis'/><category term='one'/><category term='us'/><category term='joke'/><category term='khris'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='dinoor'/><category term='confused'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='changi'/><category term='why'/><category term='outing'/><category term='love'/><category term='bro'/><category term='past'/><category term='deepavali'/><title type='text'>ENVY ME</title><subtitle type='html'>Faithful to you i shall remain..   From all others i shall refrain..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-166007421631684704</id><published>2009-02-15T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:00:45.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;First of all i would like to thank all my family members who are there helping with the preparation on my Big Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;A BIG THANK YOU to papa and mama who are there for me thru' out the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Also to all my Brothers and Sistas who are awake as early as 2-3am in the morning to help on the preparation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;With sincere, I really appreciate those help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312158067116885154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SbiTnfU6RKI/AAAAAAAAApE/Q-dpdB5DOT0/s400/-46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The day that i have been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312158070801256178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SbiTntDVTvI/AAAAAAAAApM/WEtDxHQjV8c/s400/-56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Salam Hubby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312158078161547458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SbiToIeKcMI/AAAAAAAAApU/j08NBb5MByM/s400/-60.jpg" border="0" /&gt; awww...so touching!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312160488964026642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SbiV0daQ8RI/AAAAAAAAApc/NKZTOyonNYY/s400/-66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Amin...&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/4997487546306877921-166007421631684704?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/166007421631684704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=166007421631684704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/166007421631684704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/166007421631684704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2009/02/happily-married.html' title='Happily Married'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SbiTnfU6RKI/AAAAAAAAApE/Q-dpdB5DOT0/s72-c/-46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-389533089620965356</id><published>2009-02-13T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:38:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the hours....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The time now is at 1.24am. After this im going to do some crunches then have a nice sleep. Can't wait for tmr to put on henna. I am very excited at the same time i am nervous. Time really flies. In few hours time i m going to be a wife. I wonder how's the feeling like to be a wife. I can't wait to kiss my hubby's hand. The moment that i have been waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tables and chairs are at the MPH. My room also has been decorated. Wonder how's Dear's feeling now? Now? He is in DreamLand enjoying his sleep. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the wedding event go smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-389533089620965356?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/389533089620965356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=389533089620965356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/389533089620965356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/389533089620965356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2009/02/counting-down-hours.html' title='Counting down the hours....'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-219749084801176801</id><published>2009-01-22T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:27:58.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I marry the right person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She&lt;br /&gt;said, "How do I know if I married the right person?" I noticed that&lt;br /&gt;there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is&lt;br /&gt;that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's&lt;br /&gt;weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer. EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted&lt;br /&gt;their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a&lt;br /&gt;completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have&lt;br /&gt;to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love...&lt;br /&gt;Because it's happening TO YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about&lt;br /&gt;the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing&lt;br /&gt;there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened&lt;br /&gt;TO YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But&lt;br /&gt;after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the&lt;br /&gt;natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls&lt;br /&gt;become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome&lt;br /&gt;(when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being&lt;br /&gt;cute, drive you nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you&lt;br /&gt;think about your marriage! , you wi ll notice a dramatic difference&lt;br /&gt;between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller&lt;br /&gt;or even angry subsequent stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I&lt;br /&gt;marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the&lt;br /&gt;euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that&lt;br /&gt;experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside&lt;br /&gt;their marriage for fulfillment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is&lt;br /&gt;the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a&lt;br /&gt;friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;someone else. You could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same&lt;br /&gt;situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING&lt;br /&gt;THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE&lt;br /&gt;PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love.&lt;br /&gt;You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the expression "the labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it&lt;br /&gt;takes WISDOM .. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your&lt;br /&gt;marriage work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific&lt;br /&gt;things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with&lt;br /&gt;your marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity),&lt;br /&gt;there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and&lt;br /&gt;exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in&lt;br /&gt;your relationship &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; make your marriage stronger. It's a direct&lt;br /&gt;cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are&lt;br /&gt;predictable. ..you can "make" love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision".. . Not just a feeling .&lt;br /&gt;"No one falls in love by choice, it is by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHANCE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No one stays in love by chance, it is by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And no one falls out of love by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHANCE&lt;/span&gt;, it is by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-219749084801176801?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/219749084801176801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=219749084801176801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/219749084801176801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/219749084801176801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-i-marry-right-person.html' title='Did I marry the right person?'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7645974360840046688</id><published>2009-01-14T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:17:08.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the CUTEST thing ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I can't take my eyes off from these little cute hamster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SW1PiKgqGyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6slkJAS4laU/s1600-h/03012009623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290972585585679138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SW1PiKgqGyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6slkJAS4laU/s400/03012009623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7645974360840046688?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7645974360840046688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7645974360840046688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7645974360840046688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7645974360840046688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-it-cute.html' title='the CUTEST thing ever'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SW1PiKgqGyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/6slkJAS4laU/s72-c/03012009623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-999217757346020937</id><published>2009-01-09T10:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:50:04.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th B'day Papa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oppss.... I have forgotten to upload the pixies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Papa turns 60 on 3rd Dec 08, but we celebrated it on Hari Raya Haji which falls on the 8th Dec 08. All Bros and SisTas came to have double celebration. Not forgetting Dear's Mak and nephew [Pendek]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119814657004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6cs8cUxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3z7SxeqF6KQ/s400/08122008520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Papa turns 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289118481132054386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa5PFLUZ3I/AAAAAAAAAnI/dZEHPRe96Zk/s400/08122008525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;"Smile Dad!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6dSjzdZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Nfe3FvNWylI/s1600-h/08122008526.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119824754210194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6dSjzdZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Nfe3FvNWylI/s400/08122008526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt; Romantic Old Bird *awww.....so swit* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289118479308694194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa5O-YmIrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/tsT65VGUbt0/s400/08122008524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Mango Cake *Dad's Favourite*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119802888393106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6cBGlkZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/89n0mepfOgk/s400/08122008519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Look at the candles melting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119816305113826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6czFYeuI/AAAAAAAAAng/4Q43g_C7qxQ/s400/08122008521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 Notorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6dAgOSCI/AAAAAAAAAno/PrgWeYh3Yjw/s1600-h/08122008522.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289119819907352610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6dAgOSCI/AAAAAAAAAno/PrgWeYh3Yjw/s400/08122008522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt; Family pic 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289118465619392338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa5OLYz91I/AAAAAAAAAm4/9_jdf2-b_bs/s400/08122008523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Family pic 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4997487546306877921-999217757346020937?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/999217757346020937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=999217757346020937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/999217757346020937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/999217757346020937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-60th-bday-papa.html' title='Happy 60th B&apos;day Papa!!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWa6cs8cUxI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3z7SxeqF6KQ/s72-c/08122008520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-2102486347440607221</id><published>2009-01-02T12:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:43:34.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year To ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;GoodBye 2008!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;*HAPPY NEW YEAR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289173361094206274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrJg96o0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/N8pSj5pn1xw/s400/01012009593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Initially, no plans on New Year cos Dear is on standby as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Since, the niece and nephew asked to accompany them to see the fireworks, we proceed to Marina to meet Siti and the Gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289173622794320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrYv4FeVI/AAAAAAAAAog/dtVaNgxez1U/s400/01012009596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;together with Alfian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrLJSD4mI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SxM9e4LaHvQ/s1600-h/31122008588-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289173389095985762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrLJSD4mI/AAAAAAAAAoY/SxM9e4LaHvQ/s400/31122008588-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Siti and Acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrKpWLkiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RaX5Z4dXnlk/s1600-h/01012009598.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289173380523332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrKpWLkiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RaX5Z4dXnlk/s400/01012009598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acha and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrKdBLK1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/1DQ7ChcUfUI/s1600-h/01012009597.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289173377213999954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrKdBLK1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/1DQ7ChcUfUI/s400/01012009597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt; the Siblings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-2102486347440607221?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/2102486347440607221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=2102486347440607221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2102486347440607221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2102486347440607221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-all.html' title='Happy New Year To ALL'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SWbrJg96o0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/N8pSj5pn1xw/s72-c/01012009593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4528917010663908090</id><published>2008-12-23T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:47:25.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is about Correcting Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. With Rs.1000 deposit amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your newlife, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;This was what they did after certain time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;..... and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;One day Monica talked to her Mother: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine howI decided to marry this guy!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if youreally can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all the money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;'Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;'They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.I don't know how much they saved .I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When you fall, in any way, Don't see the place where you fell, Instead see the place from where you slipped. Life is about correcting mistakes.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4528917010663908090?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4528917010663908090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4528917010663908090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4528917010663908090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4528917010663908090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-about-correcting-mistakes.html' title='Life is about Correcting Mistakes'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3684756722250459176</id><published>2008-12-23T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:43:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IP Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Watched IP Man with Dear yesterday. No regrets watching the movie and i wanna watch the movie again and again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL9ddWZWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Q3oktjZUvU4/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282876250901603682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL9ddWZWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Q3oktjZUvU4/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The movie is adapted from the life story of Ip Man, the grand master of the Wing Chun style of Kung Fu and Sifu (master) of legendary Kung Fu superstar Bruce Lee.&lt;br /&gt;Ip Man - martial art’s unyielding follower, whole-heartedly devotee to the free learning of Wushu. The fight to be top between the Wushu schools in the southern and northern regions of China did not stop him from goodwill matches with other practitioners. Nationalistic bad feelings and racial hatred did not lessen his respect for Japanese Kung Fu warriors. In a great era of hate and tragedies, Ip focused only on Wushu. His enthusiasm for martial arts saw led to devastating street fights with various elite practitioners.&lt;br /&gt;To this date, neither movies nor publications about Ip Man exist. This movie is the first important record of the master’s life. Ip’s persistent devotion to Wing Chun is a classic example of the love and respect for Wushu and the freedom and spirit it represents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL9JVyemI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jHuC5G_4XcE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282876245501180514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL9JVyemI/AAAAAAAAAlw/jHuC5G_4XcE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282876255926026322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL9wLRAFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HyCw8TirvFk/s320/i1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282876235321226578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL8jastVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/GfRB-wCfmxg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-3684756722250459176?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3684756722250459176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3684756722250459176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3684756722250459176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3684756722250459176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/12/ip-man.html' title='IP Man'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SVCL9ddWZWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Q3oktjZUvU4/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7183207679428948631</id><published>2008-12-22T09:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:44:57.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE &amp; SHE Shop for Wedding Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Went shopping last week... We shop till drop. Enjoyed it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7ngO0IUjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QyL8pROGgR4/s1600-h/14122008568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413953870746162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7ngO0IUjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QyL8pROGgR4/s320/14122008568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;He shopped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7nfxwIzaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JgDHT6APOsw/s1600-h/14122008567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413946069372322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7nfxwIzaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JgDHT6APOsw/s320/14122008567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She shopped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413939279208386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7nfYdPH8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/a6p2bHJx594/s320/14122008561.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Taking pix while waiting for the promoter to bring the shoes he chose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7nfVHL8vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WwdSE5B0mI4/s1600-h/14122008564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282413938381419250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7nfVHL8vI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WwdSE5B0mI4/s320/14122008564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; CLOSE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7183207679428948631?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7183207679428948631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7183207679428948631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7183207679428948631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7183207679428948631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-she-shop-for-wedding-gifts.html' title='HE &amp; SHE Shop for Wedding Gifts'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SU7ngO0IUjI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QyL8pROGgR4/s72-c/14122008568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-6487752024358876059</id><published>2008-12-12T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:50:16.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOES HE HAVE A CHOICE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Yes, you do have a choice, you may choose to leave me. I am well prepared cos no one knows how i feel? Including you! You dun even &lt;strong&gt;CARE&lt;/strong&gt; for my feelings. You dun know how much tears i have waste bcos of you. Yes, i know u dun care, u dun even bother. Put urself in my shoe? How wud u feel if someone you love most treat you this way. Only to this blog i share my sorrows and happiness. I cant even share things with you... what i want, what i feel and so on. I leave my days with full of tears. Im so afraid to share things with you, cos i know you are going to hurt me.... u dun understand me....u have never understand me....u have &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, i know i have beg you not to leave me...is becos i love u. I love you so much. But if you think im forcing you u to be with me and u have no choice to stay with me... &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE LEAVE ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FOR GOOD....&lt;/strong&gt; It will be hurting if one day u tell me that u marry me cos u have no choice. &lt;strong&gt;I NEVER WANT THAT TO HAPPEN... NEVER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-6487752024358876059?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/6487752024358876059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=6487752024358876059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/6487752024358876059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/6487752024358876059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-he-have-choice.html' title='DOES HE HAVE A CHOICE?'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-8730913224583734768</id><published>2008-12-04T12:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:14:25.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor &amp; Outdoor Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last Sunday went for indoor and outdoor photoshoot. Tho' it was very tiring but it was an enjoyable one. Can't wait to choose the pixies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275793270745928434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiBwM1EvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ENsXaesyT5E/s320/30112008506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Pic after Indoor Photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275793278114094706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiCLpiXnI/AAAAAAAAAbM/bLoqys_TRG4/s320/30112008509.jpg" border="0" /&gt; After the outdoor photoshoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiDLfHLQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oqI2sPSC-gU/s1600-h/30112008510.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275793295250238722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiDLfHLQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oqI2sPSC-gU/s320/30112008510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Use Henna on Saturday morning. Artwork by Zai Miztiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiC_zkMvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_aQp0hXaWyE/s1600-h/29112008502.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275793292114801394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiC_zkMvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_aQp0hXaWyE/s320/29112008502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275794186344759618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdi3DEmgUI/AAAAAAAAAbs/j74XF9aReLw/s320/29112008503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wedding Shoe - Lucieno. It cos me $142.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiCixRpNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ReoV-kIeznY/s1600-h/25112008493.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275793284320568530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiCixRpNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ReoV-kIeznY/s320/25112008493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS!!!!&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/4997487546306877921-8730913224583734768?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/8730913224583734768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=8730913224583734768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/8730913224583734768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/8730913224583734768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/12/indoor-outdoor-photoshoot.html' title='Indoor &amp; Outdoor Photoshoot'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/STdiBwM1EvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ENsXaesyT5E/s72-c/30112008506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7530314338231060513</id><published>2008-11-07T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:48:47.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP Outing with Ana and the Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last Sat, brought the nephews and nieces out for cycling. Sorry to the small ones as i am not able to get them to tag along. Will get all to join in the future ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway Dear not able to join us as he needs to get back to work last minute so called Ana the day before to join us. Next plan... going to Ubin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811572637406818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SRPrudExlmI/AAAAAAAAAak/Hql80XCAQUo/s320/all+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Pix taken on waterbreaker. *nice background*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811578637566674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SRPruzbUwtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Xvt9wgkV7is/s320/jump+as+high+as+we+can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Jumping session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811585877781010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SRPrvOZhqhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/FvsBKrQdnaQ/s320/luv+ones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;With my beloved nieces and nephew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;We really had fun, BUT... I suffered at nite both my thighs is aching. I cried the whole night. I can't sleep. I called Dear twice, once at 1am and the 2nd call was at 3am. I complained to him about the pain but he told me to take a small towel and soak it in warm water and place it on my tighs. Well, it does help abit. I feel better the next morning... Hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811576989101314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SRPrutSTLQI/AAAAAAAAAas/uNN8POb3WZw/s320/Bday+Gerl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;To you Shafiqah, Happy Birthday!! May Allah Bless You and Your Luv Ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265811564052834850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SRPrt9GDaiI/AAAAAAAAAac/A4I5NaEeVI4/s320/all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;P.S: As for you Sha, i hope u will change. No one can help besides you yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7530314338231060513?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7530314338231060513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7530314338231060513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7530314338231060513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7530314338231060513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-sat-brought-nephews-and-nieces-out.html' title='ECP Outing with Ana and the Kiddos'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SRPrudExlmI/AAAAAAAAAak/Hql80XCAQUo/s72-c/all+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4181724280809680077</id><published>2008-10-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:16:11.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Raya Puasa 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67URzV4KI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/t1xP2Sm6RHU/s1600-h/01102008165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343772238471330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67URzV4KI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/t1xP2Sm6RHU/s320/01102008165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67USoKcoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QCzAtOz4ZQI/s1600-h/01102008167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343772460020354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67USoKcoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QCzAtOz4ZQI/s320/01102008167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67UlSuIpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OutIubLkpB0/s1600-h/01102008169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343777470358162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67UlSuIpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/OutIubLkpB0/s320/01102008169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67UogxkdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ytvyH9h3Jdk/s1600-h/01102008170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343778334609874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67UogxkdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ytvyH9h3Jdk/s320/01102008170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67VORO_DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/enz1gMUoA3A/s1600-h/01102008171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255343788469976114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67VORO_DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/enz1gMUoA3A/s320/01102008171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4181724280809680077?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4181724280809680077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4181724280809680077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4181724280809680077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4181724280809680077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-puasa-2008.html' title='Hari Raya Puasa 2008'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO67URzV4KI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/t1xP2Sm6RHU/s72-c/01102008165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-790122356369544568</id><published>2008-10-01T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:50:41.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Lebaran Buat Smua Umat Islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO60eJDJMDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ho33OK99O7s/s1600-h/kadrayaqj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255336245106126898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO60eJDJMDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ho33OK99O7s/s400/kadrayaqj1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-790122356369544568?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/790122356369544568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=790122356369544568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/790122356369544568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/790122356369544568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/10/salam-lebaran-buat-smua-umat-islam.html' title='Salam Lebaran Buat Smua Umat Islam'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SO60eJDJMDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ho33OK99O7s/s72-c/kadrayaqj1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3506450962478742936</id><published>2008-09-26T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:55:43.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Last week, i took bus 30E back home. Since i was very sick and weak i can't afford to take train and stand thru' out the journey. I alighted 1 bus stop before Bedok Interchange. Normally, i will wait for another bus service 229 which will stop infront of my block, as the bus just left i intend to take other bus to stop infront of Bedok Swimming Complex and walk home. After board the other bus, i quickly find a seat. Is not that i am "KIASU" but i was very sick. The moment i have reached my destination i was ready to alight but i was stunned when this old Lady standing right infront of me fell coz the driver stop the bus away from the kerb. She missed the kerb and fell. I rushed to her and help her. I am not the only person who helps her. It's a pity to see her in such condition. I quickly assist to lift her up. I walk with her then we go separate ways after the traffic light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;While walking back home i was thinking that GOD sent me there to help the old Lady. If i am not sick, i would have waited for bus service 229 and i wouldn't have take any other buses. Also there is a reason why God makes me sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks to God that the Old Lady is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I always BELIEVE everthing happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-3506450962478742936?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3506450962478742936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3506450962478742936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3506450962478742936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3506450962478742936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-5832552187824674358</id><published>2008-09-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:26:01.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEARIE SIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/67/6725b93169eda2ab3ee8497cc84e2741.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;May Allah Bless You My Dearie Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I Love You Always!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/27736"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-5832552187824674358?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/5832552187824674358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=5832552187824674358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5832552187824674358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5832552187824674358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-my-dearie-sis.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEARIE SIS'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4260582363219492584</id><published>2008-09-19T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:45:08.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alhamdulilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....im feeling much, much better now. I have been waiting for this very day. It started with super heavy menses due to my Hormone Imbalance. An experience which i NEVER wish to go thru' again. Surprisingly, it happens on my 2nd day... i was at work when i feels it continue to flow like "waterfall", i have just changed not long and i have to change it again. While i was about to take another pad i can feel that my skirt is wet. Gosh!! my CHAIR!! "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!," in my heart, i was shouting for help. Who else i can ask for help, if its not Azrina, who is sitting just next to me. She accompanied me to the ladies. This is the BEST PART.... i was so eager to go to the cubicle to get change...Guess What?? I have actually forgotten to lock the cubicle door. Hahaahahaha.... This lady who barge in was stunned to see me in the cubicle. At that worrying point i can't tell if i am embarrassed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Kak Lynn have to spare her undergarment to me... which i can consider myself very lucky. BUT!!!!..... she only have g-string. Hahahaaaaa.....i have no choice but to wear it. Well, being not comfy is a second thing. At that moment, how i wish im at home with my mum helping me. It seems to be my first time having menses. I still remember the very first time i had my period, i have to tell my mum discreetly without my dad hears me. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;It continues on the next day, which is my 3rd day of period. Haiz..... it stops the day before after i have reached home, I didn't expect it will be that heavy again... it only comes when i have reached workplace. I msg Darlz, telling him i really dunno what to do. Again, lucky me... Darlz took half-day leave to send me to NUH. *Thank you Sayang* Actually, i felt bad cos he is having his leader meeting that morning. "So to you, Noorehan, STOP saying he is not reliable." *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;At NUH, i know i can blackout anytime but Darlz was next to me and hold me tight. I was grateful that i don't feel any pain. After Darlz did the registration at the Gynaecologist counter, less than 15mins, the Specialist wanted to see me. After being interrogated by the Specialist, he told me to lie on the bed, It was an embarrassing moment... but i let the Specialist do his part by removing the blood clots in me. I wonder how's the mummies out there give birth... Don't they feel embarrass? I believe the pain somehow or rather makes the mothers care less to feel embarrass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Specialist prescribed me this hormone pills called &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Norethisterone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i have to complete it by day 21st. It does not end here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did some research on the prescription, there are some side-effects. I tend to have frequent migraine which i have to stop taking the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Norethisterone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In order to subside the pain i have to take &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caffox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my migraine. Honest, i hate taking all these medication. *YUCKS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, i have to keep myself healthy. I must start to go for a regular jog after Ramadhan is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks to Azrina, for accompanying me on the very day it overflows. Also thanks to Huuds for taking over my case, assisting the engineer to order the part. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;also for those who contribute the pads. Not forgetting my SIL Lynn for her G-string. *winkz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4260582363219492584?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4260582363219492584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4260582363219492584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4260582363219492584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4260582363219492584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/09/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-1304180943761389479</id><published>2008-09-02T10:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:55:35.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID STOMPer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Over the weekend, Dear received a call from his colleague saying that there are pixies of him with another 2 of his collegues has been posted in STOMP. STOMPer was unimpressed by how these SOC Troopers were carrying out their duties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;STOMP received an email from this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; STOMPer on 31st Aug, the STOMPer says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Saw three SOC Troopers standing together and chit-chatting instead of patrolling and observing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This happened outside Plaza Singapura at around 1320 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Aren't they suppose to patrol &amp;amp; observe instead of chit-chat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Apart from this, I have also often seen SOC troopers who are supposed to be patrolling the MRT, getting together in a group and chit-chatting in one corner."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Dear was uneasy... Well, Dear ought to feel that way cos he is a MAN who takes pride in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258461923071362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SLywzT7vVYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fXuX4Iq86ko/s400/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;1 of my favourite comment from the commenter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trooper A : "Hei, there is an idiot taking our picture!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trooper B : "Should we fire a warning shot 1st or just shoot him between his eyes?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trooper C : "Aiya~ just leave it lah, this idiot must be too free leow then take our picture to post in STOMP lor" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trooper A : "If really like that then how? all the reader will be mistaken we notdoing our job, let me just shoot him lah!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trooper C : "Dont worry lah, there are smart readers out there who will help us fire at that IDIOT if he post in STOMP lah!" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258458827429090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SLywzIZrlOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H_advlfvS5k/s400/Stomp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A picture is worth a thousand words"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241258644845067986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SLyw99XvftI/AAAAAAAAAYs/3PDYoHNJrrI/s400/getArticlePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;That's my MAN... i am proud of him indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-1304180943761389479?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/1304180943761389479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=1304180943761389479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1304180943761389479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1304180943761389479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-stomper.html' title='STUPID STOMPer'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SLywzT7vVYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/fXuX4Iq86ko/s72-c/getMediumSizePhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7744449261214195443</id><published>2008-08-29T09:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:00:59.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I have been wanting to blog about what has Dear been doing lately, but...due to so many things in mind i do not have the time to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;First of all i would like to congratulate Dear for obtaining 3 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;GOLDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for his IPPT (2nd attempt), Marksman and 3Xs(dun ask me what is that? This got to do with his Physical Training Test. *winkz*). Dear work so hard to gain what he wants. I really envy Dear, he is the MAN who will work hard to achieve his GOALS. Slowly i pick up the spirit from Dear. Dear if you read this, i just wanna tell you that I am very, very proud of you. I know you did all this for our future and i am very lucky to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Secondly, i would like to say a big "THANK YOU" to you, Dear. Dear bought me a car, KIA CERATO VARIANT2. Something which i have never think that i will get from any of my luv ones. Can't wait for the car to be out this 1st September. Well, i have not pass my driving but will work hard to pass before 2009. That's my resolution for 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7744449261214195443?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7744449261214195443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7744449261214195443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7744449261214195443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7744449261214195443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/08/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-2450138063298493185</id><published>2008-08-26T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:50:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Months back i am afraid to leave my parents cos i know, i wont be there if they needs help. I always wanna be there for them. But...now, i want to leave that house as soon as i could tho' my heart is heavy to leave my love ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just don't understand why people have to blame me for something that is not caused by me. Tho' it is not my fault i am not afraid to say, "I am SORRY'' but still, people dun wish to forgive me. I am very sick since last week. Well, i am tired to please anyone again and again. I will just be myself while waiting for the days to pass so that once i am Dino's wife i will leave so that ALL will be happy without my presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 86px" height="112" alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/ae/ae80db7c78e3b720f5e6c4023b33a789.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/43971"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-2450138063298493185?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/2450138063298493185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=2450138063298493185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2450138063298493185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2450138063298493185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-disappointed.html' title='i am disappointed'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4747474385193434435</id><published>2008-08-06T10:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T15:45:21.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231244137317670706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkc05oqHzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/qhkYlJkPH-Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you." We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231243904446524802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkcnWH2bYI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dBfQOI7qgG0/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television." There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up a nd discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231243906555990834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkcnd-yUzI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nLd_W50XNQc/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231243102532407458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkb4qwoEKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/i4HbNpvsO00/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered,"You should appreciate that you married me. Other wise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231243908973153970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkcnm_FTrI/AAAAAAAAAWg/atcZzUHHiPU/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey? "Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a nar row bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231246485308884338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJke9klYxXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/b5d8w_22MI4/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231243913382048050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkcn3aPsTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/niNL2piWpTc/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4997487546306877921-4747474385193434435?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4747474385193434435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4747474385193434435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4747474385193434435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4747474385193434435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/08/marriage-and-life.html' title='Marriage and Life'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJkc05oqHzI/AAAAAAAAAW4/qhkYlJkPH-Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3433767468013463813</id><published>2008-08-05T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:11:47.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i STUPID?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am STUPID to accept YOU after&lt;/span&gt; u left me for another woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am STUPID to still be with YOU when i found out that u loved someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am STUPID to be with YOU when u are bored of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am STUPID to be with YOU when u are sick and tired of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/0e/0e15f28897da2eddaa1eaa44dc12a347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-3433767468013463813?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3433767468013463813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3433767468013463813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3433767468013463813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3433767468013463813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-stupid.html' title='am i STUPID?'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-1682254747814577800</id><published>2008-07-16T16:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:33:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Year Engagment - 15th July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, which i have never got from any Man besides you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, as both of us know how 'teruk' our relationship is for the the past 3 yrs..we still remain as one. I really hope this 'terukness' will end before we enter to marriage life. *smilez* Remember, what we have learnt? U will have to forgive me for all my past mistakes and also my present wrong doings. *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH7huxUvXzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/swny7BxcYXw/s1600-h/15072008073-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223860811426914098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH7huxUvXzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/swny7BxcYXw/s320/15072008073-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you count all the stars in the sky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And total them you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They couldn't equal all the love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's deep inside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i had a choice to choose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I chose to be a star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where people gaze it every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like how you gaze me every day and night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you lived a million years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd never, ever see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love as strong as mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A love that's meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll count my blessing every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thank the Lord above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For giving me a precious gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gave me your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4997487546306877921-1682254747814577800?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/1682254747814577800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=1682254747814577800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1682254747814577800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1682254747814577800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/07/2nd-year-engagment-15th-july-2008.html' title='2nd Year Engagment - 15th July 2008'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH7huxUvXzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/swny7BxcYXw/s72-c/15072008073-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-5765222568800716441</id><published>2008-07-15T15:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:47:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, the marriage course has ended. Dear, said it was too short, i guess he wants the course to be 1 week then it will be enough. Hahaha... actually, ya the course is too short. The first day of course is all about knowing our partner and how to have a smooth marriage in the future. My perception of the course at first was "CRAP" but it changes my point of view after i attended the course for the first time. It teaches me so many things in a relationship. Honestly, Dear and me had a great time during the course. The speakers are superb, i believe they have enlightened those couples attended the course too. I dun deny that i have been laughing thru' out the course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;During the first day of course, one of the speaker told all the partners to write about anything how we feel for our partners on a piece of paper. At the end of the day, i stole the note from Dear's pocket. Hahaha...i was so touched when the note read this way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pengorbanan Mu, meyakinkan Aku bahawa engkaulah satu-satunya." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Means, "Your sacrifices, convinced me that you are the only one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The second day of course, in the classroom Dear pour out his feelings. Dear apologize for all his wrong doings from day 1 he knew me till today. I was so happy that i cried, i know Dear said it from the bottom of his heart. He is truly sincere, i can see his sincerity from his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After the course, Dear brought me to town and Dear bought me Paris Hilton's bag and the wallet for my advance birthday present.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Thank u so much, Dear... i luv it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH6bsOuX3bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IA44TpwRRNQ/s1600-h/16072008105-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223783801965501874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH6bsOuX3bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IA44TpwRRNQ/s320/16072008105-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH2s0cresAI/AAAAAAAAATw/zoSe2GCrUBw/s1600-h/13072008064-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223521159871377410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH2s0cresAI/AAAAAAAAATw/zoSe2GCrUBw/s320/13072008064-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH2s0OyckbI/AAAAAAAAATo/0vcY6l_aHto/s1600-h/13072008066-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223521156142502322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH2s0OyckbI/AAAAAAAAATo/0vcY6l_aHto/s320/13072008066-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, we left with 6 more mths to prepare for our big day. I can't wait for that day!Yippiee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-5765222568800716441?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/5765222568800716441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=5765222568800716441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5765222568800716441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5765222568800716441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/07/marriage-course.html' title='Marriage Course'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SH6bsOuX3bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IA44TpwRRNQ/s72-c/16072008105-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3862168880910259836</id><published>2008-06-30T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:52:47.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Astaghfirullah la'azim... God, please give me the strength, please add more patience to me.. U r the only one that i can pour out my sadness, my disappointment. Only you... only you knows my good intentions and my sincerity.. I know it is not easy to face all this but i accept with my open heart, i accept all with sincere. Thanks for giving me those test to see how strong i can tackle it. Alhamdulilah, i am able to face it with patient. God, i can't bear to see him in difficulties, i am just trying to help. It cud be the way i approached is wrong but i did tried not to hurt or offend him. God, please lead me to the path... the path where lead to no heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-3862168880910259836?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3862168880910259836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3862168880910259836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3862168880910259836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3862168880910259836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/06/sincerity.html' title='Sincerity'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7987929817935335037</id><published>2008-06-18T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:14:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the DAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Finally, i have booked the hotels for my Honeymoon in Brisbane. Yippiiiee!!! The Metropolitan Motor Inn (Motel) &amp;amp; The Stamford (5* Hotel). The first 3 nights will be in the Motel and the last 3 nights will be in the 5 Stars hotel, hmmm... save the best for the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;There's an objection at first. Dear don't quite agree with the idea of staying in the 5 Stars hotel thru' out the stay as it is too expensive. As usual, Dear will try his best not to disappoint me and he came out with the idea of staying in a different hotel for our stay. Well... i am more than HAPPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Now, left with the booking of flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Having an experience working in a Hotel, my expectation of the rooms are very high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;The package that i have booked for my stay in Stamford&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romance and Seduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=http://www.dastchin.com/images_flowers/actual/bgsingle_red_rose.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.dastchin.com/shopexd.asp%3Fid%3D2507&amp;amp;h=302&amp;amp;w=290&amp;amp;sz=12&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=10&amp;amp;tbnid=qs2myaOJr-ADbM:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;pre%20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;· Overnight accommodation with guaranteed river view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Personal escort to your room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Rose Petals scattered on the bed in a heart shape, romantic music playing, luxury Aveda bath products and a drawn bath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Bottle of French Champagne, a selection of canapes &amp;amp; chocolate dipped strawberries on arrival &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Full Breakfast for Two – served in your room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Commemorative bottle of red wine with personalised label &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Valet parking for one car &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Complimentary use of the gymnasium, sauna, pool and spa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Complimentary newspaper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Late check out at 1.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                       *Superior King: $475.00&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- our choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deluxe Room: $525.00&lt;br /&gt;Junior Suite: $675.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213156814805993986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SFjagKjrCgI/AAAAAAAAATY/eELSFOjQXPU/s320/457106_WS_SPB_Homepage_FI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The River View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213156818327314066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SFjagXrOHpI/AAAAAAAAATg/Ejq1NWIEKzg/s320/645404_SPBSuperiorKing-FI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;The Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7987929817935335037?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7987929817935335037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7987929817935335037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7987929817935335037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7987929817935335037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-i-have-booked-hotels-for-my.html' title='Counting down the DAYS'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SFjagKjrCgI/AAAAAAAAATY/eELSFOjQXPU/s72-c/457106_WS_SPB_Homepage_FI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-576503397924488144</id><published>2008-06-18T16:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:17:13.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mama!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SFjREN_fVcI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ad60xZWLa3Y/s1600-h/Me+&amp;amp;+Dearie+Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213146439086986690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SFjREN_fVcI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ad60xZWLa3Y/s320/Me+%26+Dearie+Mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can't wait to go home... wanna surprise Mum with the big cake which Dad bought last night. Poor Dad he is in the afternoon shift today. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ma.. Selamat Hari Jadi!Semoga ALLAH panjangkan umur Mama, murah rezeki.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-576503397924488144?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/576503397924488144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=576503397924488144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/576503397924488144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/576503397924488144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-wait-to-go-home.html' title='Happy Birthday Mama!!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SFjREN_fVcI/AAAAAAAAATA/Ad60xZWLa3Y/s72-c/Me+%26+Dearie+Mum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-292665270439482448</id><published>2008-06-10T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:18:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BirthDay Dearie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJ0gn79AONI/AAAAAAAAAXI/IXP2v-70Saw/s1600-h/Dear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232374212554930386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJ0gn79AONI/AAAAAAAAAXI/IXP2v-70Saw/s320/Dear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hey Sayang!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To You!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;May Allah Bless You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No matter what i will always Luv Ya!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From: Baby Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-292665270439482448?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/292665270439482448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=292665270439482448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/292665270439482448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/292665270439482448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dearie.html' title='Happy BirthDay Dearie'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SJ0gn79AONI/AAAAAAAAAXI/IXP2v-70Saw/s72-c/Dear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7255060027199980713</id><published>2008-06-06T15:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:19:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratz to ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yippie!!!! I have passed my Basic Theory Test. I feel good...so good. Thanks to Khris for revising with me few days before the test and not forgetting my wonderful MAN, who helped me thru' out the day, yesterday. I actually attended the e-Trial Test in the afternoon and the Test itself in the evening. It was a good idea as the qns asked was very similar to the e-Trial and it is stll fresh in mind. Dear, accompanied me the whole day and also he gaves me confident that i can pass while i was so worried that i will fail. I'm one lucky gerl. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;Now, i can't wait to study my Final Theory, heheee... i can't wait to drive my mum around no doubt Dad always did that to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7255060027199980713?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7255060027199980713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7255060027199980713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7255060027199980713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7255060027199980713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/06/congratz-to-me.html' title='Congratz to ME!!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4559535509872844571</id><published>2008-05-27T08:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:27:52.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I am not sure what is wrong with my internet connection at work. It has been a week. None can help me either they are too busy, they don't know or they simply refused to help... but i am pretty sure my SIL Lynn was bz with her work. Its ok...Parmjet aka Pemi managed to help to solve it. Thanks Parmjet!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back track the dates....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On 18th May, Sunday, Mak wants to go to Sentosa meeting her sister and family. Dear drove dad's car to sentosa. We stayed till around 1700hrs. Then, we we head to Mount Faber, after we have reached the top i can see that the scenery was so beautiful, especially when the sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later we move off to bricks work hawker centre to have our dinner. Guess what?? I left my spongebob small pouch contains, my N73 hp, NRIC, Ez-link, Maple Tree Pass, Dear's MP4, few coins and lotz of rubbish. Haiz...what a day! I only realised it after we had our dinner and Dear had drove off from the food centre. I left it around 1 hour plus. It would be miracle if the spongebob pouch is still there. Well, Dear make a u-turn, the moment the car stopped i ran to the toilet ... i knew the answer but just trying my luck. Tried calling my phone but no answer. At least i can sleep well cos the person who found my phone cant use it, my phone has a lock code same goes to my sim card. What i want is my IC. The person can have all as it is of no use and just hand in back my IC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That will be all on my belongings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S: Dear, sorry i lost the N73 which u bought for me. I felt so bad. I promise to be extra careful in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Also, thank you for being there to console me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4559535509872844571?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4559535509872844571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4559535509872844571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4559535509872844571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4559535509872844571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-5021350466470447852</id><published>2008-05-15T11:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:59:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u definitely can make it DEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Dear...dun be sad ok. U r almost there, i would like u to try again. I am very sure u can do better than that. I will be there to support you all the way. I was quite upset to see ur sms. Dear, I feel sad for you too.... I know that 5 secs really makes a difference to u. Remember this.. your superiors, colleagues and not forgetting me, your Baby Monster have faith in you. We are very, very sure that u can do better. Believe me u did better each and every time. Anyway i am still proud of u. Your timing is the best and that also shows you are young compared to your age. To be truthful you have never looked old to me.Dun be sad ok. To me u r always the best compared to the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/bb/bb4d4fd3cb77b7530a1745714ce55011.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;P.S: I luv ya again &amp;amp; again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/36300"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-5021350466470447852?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/5021350466470447852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=5021350466470447852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5021350466470447852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5021350466470447852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/05/u-definitely-can-make-it-dear.html' title='u definitely can make it DEAR!!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4002658007155321905</id><published>2008-05-15T10:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:00:54.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be a MAN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey MAN! Please be PRFESSIONAL!! Dun expect me to tell the WHOLE world that i am engaged. I dun even know who you are, why would i tell you abt my personal life. If you are disappointed that i am attached that is none of my business. I have never give you any hopes, so move on. Well u chose to be cold towards me after knowing that i am attached.. just wait and see how i am gonna react. If u gonna give me a hardtime .. i'll make sure i give u triple of what u did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/01/01ff6e11bb59793efb0ff66c51c58bf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4002658007155321905?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4002658007155321905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4002658007155321905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4002658007155321905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4002658007155321905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/05/be-man.html' title='be a MAN!!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-696979560470797809</id><published>2008-05-14T10:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:58:53.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I miss reading... i have not been reading my novels for a month due to reading my Basic Training Handbook. My test is on 5th June, hopefully Dear can bring me to the driving centre this Sat for the e-Trial test. I doesn't want to disappoint Dear so i have to put aside all my novels coz i will stick to it most of the time. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I dunno why today i feel like blogging... after 2 months that i have not blogged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Lets start with me and Dear, our relationship are improving. Can i say we are changing? Could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday, i make Dear jealous... not my intention to.. but this is the fact. I like when he starts to be jealous. It shows that he loves me and he doesn't wanna lose me. Hahaha... It starts when this whiteman approaches me and shows interest in me. He is a '&lt;em&gt;mualaf'.&lt;/em&gt; It means convert in English. I was very, very impressed when he starts to speak to me in Malay but in Indonesia accent. He is an American, living in Jakarta and he is a teacher. The thing that surprised me was, when he saw my pix on my phone with Dear, he said, " i should be the man standing next to you," i pretend not hearing whateva he have just said. I tot he will just move on as i pretend not to hear anything, infact, he said it aloud this time, " I should be ur fiance." I was quite stunned but i just smiled and say goodbye to him as we are going to the different direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;As for you, my Dear...nothing to worry as no one can replace u in my heart. I am crazy over you. *winkZ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SCqu9lDix9I/AAAAAAAAASo/xVcIkl-zh04/s1600-h/06052008747-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200161092694886354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SCqu9lDix9I/AAAAAAAAASo/xVcIkl-zh04/s320/06052008747-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SCqvFlDix-I/AAAAAAAAASw/ZyB7oRRjEls/s1600-h/06052008746-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200161230133839842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SCqvFlDix-I/AAAAAAAAASw/ZyB7oRRjEls/s320/06052008746-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/4997487546306877921-696979560470797809?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/696979560470797809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=696979560470797809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/696979560470797809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/696979560470797809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-reading.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SCqu9lDix9I/AAAAAAAAASo/xVcIkl-zh04/s72-c/06052008747-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7068729784665945048</id><published>2008-03-06T16:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:03:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Yest, when i reached home, i felt something missing... Hehe...i start missing Kak Khusnah... It is just so difficult for me to express it out. Usually, when i came back from work or anywhere, kak Khusnah will asked if im hungry or not , she will offer to cook or get food for me to eat... But, yest i've forgotten that i'm hungry till i went to bed without having my dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today, sis msn me telling me that she called mama. Mama cried coz she miss Kak Khusnah. I miss her too. But...the most sad thing is Kak Khusnah's mum passed away. I believe she didn't know till she arrived her home today morning. She called and informed mama. God...i'm so sad. I'm really lost of words... I hope she's ok by now, no doubt i know she is not. Kak Khusnah if you can hear me... patient is the best word i can say as of now. I'm sure u r strong enuf to face all this. You can always count on mama... Ya mama... she nags, she scolds but she have a beautiful heart which some people dunno. Im sure u noe that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kak Khusnah, i really hope u come back 1 day.... Come back to our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7068729784665945048?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7068729784665945048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7068729784665945048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7068729784665945048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7068729784665945048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/03/yest-when-i-reached-home-i-felt.html' title='Missing..'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-5196959862041451736</id><published>2008-03-05T10:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:05:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoodBye Sis!! *i will always remember you*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;As of today, my maid, Khusnah will be going back to her home town for good. All this while i've never imagined that she will be leaving us. She has been working with us for 8 yrs, i was only 15 back then. Time really flies super duper fast. I was in sec 3 when she first joined our family and now im getting married in 11 months time. Sad that she is not here to see me in the wedding gown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;I would like to thank Kak Khusnah so much for her help and contributions all these years. She has been a great help to my family and i really appreciate that alot no doubt i can be pain in the ass at times.*hehehe* Well thats me... but, i've never bear any grudges against her. I felt relieved when the moment i seek forgiveness from her this morning before im off to work. Hope she forgives me for my wrong doings to her for the past 8 yrs i have known her and also my family members especially my 2 brothers who's making her life difficult at times. This morning might be the last time i saw her coz she will be leaving this evening at 1800hrs. Im unable to send her off due to my commitment at work. As a token of appreciation, me and Dear bought a necklace for her as i know she loves necklace. Hope she like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;All the best to you Kak... Insyallah kalau ada jodoh kita bertemu lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;P.S: This is what people say, when u have that someone around, u tend to take for granted but when that someone has gone u will start to miss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-5196959862041451736?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/5196959862041451736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=5196959862041451736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5196959862041451736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5196959862041451736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-of-today-my-maid-khusnah-will-be.html' title='GoodBye Sis!! *i will always remember you*'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-1977730889596464878</id><published>2008-03-04T10:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:21:51.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know i have not been blogging lately. Well, i'm not sure of myself either. I have this mixed feelings fot the past few months. At times my sis will asked me if i have new blogs? Told her not the time yet... *Hehehe...sorry sis....* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where to start? Ermm.... lets start with my engagement. Scroll up and see how many months left to our wedding and honestly, im very disappointed with Dear lately. Something is not right... we have been quarelling, arguing becoz of 1 tiny weeny fly. I always tell myself that i will NEVER tell him to change coz i've read somewhere that if u want that person to change...YOU, urself have to change. Basically, i've changed alot, whereby i dun stop him with all his activities, i dun intrude to his privacy which he HATE it so much, i have to understand that he is tired on his 1st off day and we are not supposed to meet at all on his every first off. There are so many dos and don'ts which i have to obey but Dear never understand what i want and what is my need. Well, i never deny that he will make a point that we meet up on his 2nd off. There are so many things which i want to pour out to him...BUT, im sure it will lead to an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dear.... it is very, very, very disappointing when you as my future husband saying those harsh words on me. Will you stop using those harsh words on me? You know it is very disappointing when ur love ones call u, IDIOT, U R A NUISANCE, STUPID, IRRITATING worse still when they said they are BORED of you. HOW WOULD U FEEL LADIES? Not juz the ladies im sure MEN do have the same feelings too when their luv ones use those harsh words on them. Why cant Dear talk to me nicely which im sure every women would love to hear her men talk to them nicely. That is what i want from my only Dear but i dunno till when Dear will stop using those harsh words on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Till today, my heart is full of heartache and disappointment. I myself not sure how long i have to live, accompanied by my tears every nite before i close my eyes to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P.S: Sis is not that i dont wish to share my sorrows with you.... im sure u r occupied with ur beautiful kids and abg also at times hurt you. No matter what i believe that my bro is faithful to you. *smilez*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-1977730889596464878?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/1977730889596464878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=1977730889596464878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1977730889596464878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1977730889596464878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-5932838011389530623</id><published>2008-02-20T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:06:29.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why me that u have to hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why not other woman that have hurt u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why are u so mean to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why i have to convice u where as u dont even care for my feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why cant u juz understand me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what have i done wrong to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life they say, is full of twist and turns&lt;br /&gt;I had stumbled, I had fallen, before i had begun&lt;br /&gt;No one to believe me, no one to understand&lt;br /&gt;My shadow was my guide, my partner, my friend&lt;br /&gt;My heart was wrecked, adrift in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I roamed this lonely world,&lt;br /&gt;No future no ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning in the sorrows of my broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;I shouted for help, no one heard my screams&lt;br /&gt;Tears streamed down my eyes, my heart bled&lt;br /&gt;Why was i given sorrows, only sorrows in my share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-5932838011389530623?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/5932838011389530623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=5932838011389530623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5932838011389530623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/5932838011389530623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-u-have-to-hurt-me.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4903333970726193303</id><published>2007-12-06T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:18:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa is my HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I juz came back from work yesterday when Papa told me that he has got something to tell me. I felt uneasy whenever he said that. I followed him to the room then he asked me, ''what if i can't work anymore?" I juz told him it's ok if he's not working looking at his age he supposed to be resting at home. Papa told me that the Doctor said he can't work anymore coz he has eyesight problem. I was very sad to hear that. I can see the tears in his eyes wen he told me that he cant work anymore. Worse come to worse he has to go for an operation. Looking at his state, i wud rather he sit at home and rest coz i dun wan anything to happen to him coz he's driving. He carry passengers. I dun want anyone to blame him. Before i left the room he told me not to think so much. How can i don't think? He's my dad.. He's everything to me... same goes to mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa is a very hardworking man, he is a very responsible man, he take pride of his work. Im very fortunate to have him as my father. I always wanted to have a husband like my papa. I noe im the only child that he tells of his problem. But...wat worries me is my elder bro. He take things very &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lightly&lt;/span&gt;. I can forsee if my mum &amp;amp; dad no longer around my bro gonna live with full of regret coz he always hurt their feelings. My elder bro is too dependant on mum. Im gonna get married in 1 yr time, who's gonna help out mum and dad. Im hoping that my elder bro change to be more responsible. As for my younger bro i have no worries coz he will listen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Papa i will pray for your health. I will be always here for u and mama. I wanna take care of both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love u so much... =..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ALLAH... panjangkanlah umur kedua ibu bapa ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amin.&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/4997487546306877921-4903333970726193303?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4903333970726193303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4903333970726193303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4903333970726193303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4903333970726193303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/12/papa-is-my-hero.html' title='Papa is my HERO'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-6008576413231009777</id><published>2007-12-05T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:27:06.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are SELFISH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday, my lil' bro rcved a phone call from his fren. The moment he hung up the phone, my lil' bro told me that this fren of his suffered from Gonorrhoea. He happened to be my puppy love yrs back. Back then, he was a nice boy. Now, he grew up to be a... should i call him a 'Dirty Man'. As what i know he's married with one daughter. First thing on my mind was his wife. How can he be so selfish. What if his wife get the same thing? Isn't it SELFISH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonorrhoea is easy to treat but if left untreated, it can lead to more-serious health problems. Honestly, i have no say. I know Gonorrhoea is a mild disease, wat if he get contacts to those having HIV/AIDS. Really hope he will start to think for his future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-6008576413231009777?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/6008576413231009777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=6008576413231009777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/6008576413231009777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/6008576413231009777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-selfish.html' title='you are SELFISH!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-2528919337806330542</id><published>2007-12-04T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:55:07.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation to Afida and the Groom (sorry i dunno the Groom's name)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A New Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1UIBFuMBuI/AAAAAAAAASA/F7vbDt_azIw/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140023364522084066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1UIBFuMBuI/AAAAAAAAASA/F7vbDt_azIw/s400/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Looking to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Watching doves ascending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A new life has begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let it be never ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Two young hearts beating as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In a full embrace caressed by the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Flowers bloom colors sing in celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tears of joy heartfelt elation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Smiles that warm they fill the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Droplets form on cheeks with many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hugs to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Young hearts eyes aglow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love like a raging river flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Butterflies flutter in a joyful dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Soft breeze whispers of sweet dreams and romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This day has been blessed it is filled with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With the blessing of the good lord up above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sharing the eternal love he gives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Two young hearts joined as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Born again to each as husband and wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It has begun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1UIB1uMBvI/AAAAAAAAASI/UY7o_TGBT0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140023377406985970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1UIB1uMBvI/AAAAAAAAASI/UY7o_TGBT0Y/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My turn gonna be in Feb 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Insya'Allah..&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/4997487546306877921-2528919337806330542?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/2528919337806330542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=2528919337806330542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2528919337806330542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2528919337806330542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/12/congratulation-to-afida-and-groom-sorry.html' title='Congratulation to Afida and the Groom (sorry i dunno the Groom&apos;s name)'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1UIBFuMBuI/AAAAAAAAASA/F7vbDt_azIw/s72-c/IMG_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-9064042784383230646</id><published>2007-12-03T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:44:41.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1TVdVuMBrI/AAAAAAAAARo/O-bTbwXRj0A/s1600-R/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139967774760371890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1TVdVuMBrI/AAAAAAAAARo/sUdv2___FMw/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1TVVFuMBqI/AAAAAAAAARg/eU5WNrsGHc8/s1600-R/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall&lt;br /&gt;but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and let you try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A dad is someone who wants to keep you from making mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but instead let you find your own way, even though his heart breaks in silence when you get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A dad is someone who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He's proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong, a dad can be patient and helpful and strong in all that you do, a dad's love plays a part. There's always a place for him deep in your heart. And each year that passes, you're even more glad, more grateful and proud just to call him your dad! Thank you, Dad... for listening and caring, for giving and sharing, but, especially, for just being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4997487546306877921-9064042784383230646?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/9064042784383230646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=9064042784383230646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/9064042784383230646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/9064042784383230646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-papa.html' title='Happy Birthday Papa'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R1TVdVuMBrI/AAAAAAAAARo/sUdv2___FMw/s72-c/IMG_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-1463089930709413957</id><published>2007-11-30T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:37:43.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;There once was a little girl who had a bad temper. Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper, she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. She discovered it was easier to hold her temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all. She told her mother about it and the mother suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day that she was able to hold her temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day passed and the young girl was finally able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone. The mother took her by the hand and led her to the fence. She said, "You have done well, my daughter, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one." You can put a knife in a person and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry", the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as physical one.&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/4997487546306877921-1463089930709413957?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/1463089930709413957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=1463089930709413957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1463089930709413957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1463089930709413957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-once-was-little-girl-who-had-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-9170547262902816181</id><published>2007-11-29T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:59:47.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antara 9 Siti yang patut dicontohi:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Khadijah- Beliau merupakan isteri Rasulullah s.a.w yg melahirkan anak2 Rasulullah, setia dan menyokong Rasulullah walaupun ditentang hebat oleh org2 kafir dan musyrik, menghantarkan makanan kpd Baginda ketika Baginda beribadat di Gua Hira’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Fatimah- Anak Rasulullah yg tinggi budi pekertinya.Sangat kasih dan setia kpd suaminya Ali karamallahu wajhah walaupun Ali miskin.Tidur berkongsikan 1 bantal dan kdg2 berbantalkan lengan Ali.Rasulullah pernah b’kata aku takkan maafkan kamu wahai Fatimah sehinggalah Ali maafkan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti A’ishah- Beliau isteri Rasulullah yg paling romantik.Sanggup berkongsi bekas makanan dan minuman dgn Rasulullah.Di mana Nabi s.a.w minum di situ beliau akan minum menggunakan bekas yg sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Hajar- Isteri Nabi Ibrahim yg patuh kpd suami dan suruhan Allah.Sanggup ditinggalkan oleh Nabi Ibrahim atas suruhan Allah demi kebaikan.Berjuang mencari air utk anaknya Nabi Ismail (Pengorbanan seorg ibu mithali).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Mariam- Wanita suci yg mmg pandai menjaga kehormatan diridan mempunyai maruah yg tinggi sehingga rahimnya dipilih oleh Allah s.w.tutk mengandungkan Nabi Isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Asiah- Isteri Firaun yg tinggi imannya dan tidak gentar dgn ujian yg dihadapinya drpd Firaun Laknatullah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Aminah- Wanita mulia yg menjadi ibu kandung Rasullullah. Mendidik baginda menjadi insan mulia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Muti’ah- Isteri yg patut dicontohi dan dijanjikan Allah syurga untuknyakerana setianya kpd suami, menjaga makan minum, menyediakan tongkat utkdipukul oleh suaminya sekiranya layanannya tidak memuaskan hati,berhias dgn cantik utk tatapan suaminya sahaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 ) &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Siti Zubaidah- Wanita kaya dermawan yg menjadi isteri Khalifah Harun Al-Rashid.Sanggup membelanjakan semua hartanya utk membina terusan utkkegunaan org ramai hanya niat kerana Allah s.w.t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-9170547262902816181?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/9170547262902816181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=9170547262902816181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/9170547262902816181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/9170547262902816181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/11/antara-9-siti-yang-patut-dicontohi_29.html' title='Antara 9 Siti yang patut dicontohi:'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-2482526863093705340</id><published>2007-11-19T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:43:33.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sis'/><title type='text'>Happy 7th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R0FZJlEq3vI/AAAAAAAAAQw/L-mIE86OEbs/s1600-h/Picture%20140[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MAY ALLAH BLESS YOUR MARRIAGE (SIS JLO &amp;amp; BRO GARY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/7b/7b30585aeacba40ece8449beb3a6ad15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R0FablEq3wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IhR0vC28bq8/s1600-h/Picture%20140[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134484480033742594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R0FablEq3wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IhR0vC28bq8/s400/Picture%2520140%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?id=8101"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-2482526863093705340?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/2482526863093705340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=2482526863093705340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2482526863093705340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2482526863093705340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-7th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 7th Anniversary'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/R0FablEq3wI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IhR0vC28bq8/s72-c/Picture%2520140%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-766994318933078877</id><published>2007-11-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:53:52.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i'm CONFUSED again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;GOD! 'm confused again...again and again. All this have to stop. GOD! Please give me the strength to face all this. Things tend to get out of hand. I may look cool outside but in me no one knows. At times i juz wanna to end up everything and start afresh like a new born baby. At times i do wanna accept all this sincerely. WHAT SHUD I DO? I'm not strong. I HATE this feeling. GOD! Please lead me to the right path where i can strive for happiness. I will GOD, i will accept all the obstacles that was sent down to me, i will accept it with my sincere heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 405px" height="532" alt="MyHotComments.com" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/cb/cba6869ab2625449e42d896d8caa5bd8.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?id=22588"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-766994318933078877?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/766994318933078877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=766994318933078877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/766994318933078877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/766994318933078877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-confused-again.html' title='i&apos;m CONFUSED again'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3180705379330038943</id><published>2007-11-12T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:12:54.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changi'/><title type='text'>Changi Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yesterday.... me, Dear, my mama, Dear's mak, mak's fren and Dear's little notty nephew went to Changi Beach. Its been a long time we did not go to Changi. Dear, told me to bring my running shoe as he want me to go jogging with him. *Sigh* i love running but i hate those aching that im gonna have the following day. Well, luck is on my side as Dear have forgotten to bring his running shoe. Hahahaa....Next time ya my Dear. *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Actually, i met Dear and the rest at Tanah Merah bus stop. We took bus service no.2 to Changi Village and we had our brunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon, mama came alone. Poor mama, i tot she will be coming with her sis. I really appreaciate her of coming and join in the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rzgb-hjqE8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/h29A2Qf7h4w/s1600-h/11112007044.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131882536362447810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rzgb-hjqE8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/h29A2Qf7h4w/s320/11112007044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before changing, Dear did his workout and ''pendek'' will be his instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkC9RjqFDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-fUe-JfCDmw/s1600-h/11112007045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136502073627698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkC9RjqFDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-fUe-JfCDmw/s320/11112007045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dear and "pendek'' digging the sand. Pic taken from far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgclhjqFAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f45xMn3226k/s1600-h/11112007047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131883206377346050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgclhjqFAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/f45xMn3226k/s320/11112007047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;''pendek all wet''. He look cute with that swimming trunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkC-BjqFEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H0vp1jnHD-w/s1600-h/11112007049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136514958529602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkC-BjqFEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H0vp1jnHD-w/s320/11112007049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;blur ''pendek''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgcmhjqFCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Yvj2iBesLUA/s1600-h/11112007050.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131883223557215266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgcmhjqFCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Yvj2iBesLUA/s320/11112007050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dear, covered half of his body wif sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkC_RjqFFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0pZpeqwXER4/s1600-h/11112007052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136536433366098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkC_RjqFFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/0pZpeqwXER4/s320/11112007052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nice pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgcABjqE-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/k7yOng_OB5w/s1600-h/11112007054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131882562132251618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgcABjqE-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/k7yOng_OB5w/s320/11112007054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at him...he's actually pointing at the aeroplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and he's half buried by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkDARjqFGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UByeGfOPi4U/s1600-h/11112007051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132136553613235298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzkDARjqFGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UByeGfOPi4U/s320/11112007051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgbxRjqE7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wEMx0y-TVfw/s1600-h/11112007051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love this pic... dun get cheated, im the one who took this pix, not Dear.&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/4997487546306877921-3180705379330038943?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3180705379330038943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3180705379330038943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3180705379330038943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3180705379330038943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/11/changi-beach.html' title='Changi Beach'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rzgb-hjqE8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/h29A2Qf7h4w/s72-c/11112007044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-1544154980914740605</id><published>2007-11-09T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:20:26.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinoor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepavali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she'/><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNeBjqEtI/AAAAAAAAANg/-pxiFBMFtoM/s1600-h/08112007039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Dear brought me to Sentosa with his troop on Deepavali. I really enjoyed myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;         Time to bury Dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDbhjqElI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1B768LiLKgs/s1600-h/08112007035.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131855546787959378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDbhjqElI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1B768LiLKgs/s320/08112007035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Upclose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgG4RjqEnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DmYnx0B-F0k/s1600-h/08112007033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131859339244081778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgG4RjqEnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DmYnx0B-F0k/s320/08112007033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;His whole body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDaxjqEiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lrSoYenJ19M/s1600-h/08112007031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131855533903057442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDaxjqEiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lrSoYenJ19M/s320/08112007031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I enjoyed doing this to him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDbBjqEjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/74LQ2HbODuI/s1600-h/08112007032-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131855538198024754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDbBjqEjI/AAAAAAAAAMU/74LQ2HbODuI/s320/08112007032-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After changing, Dear's colleague drive us to Harbour Front as Dear parked his bike at Vivo. Before heading to Vivo to get the bike we went to the food court and had our dinner. Well, as usual me and my N73 taking our pix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNcBjqErI/AAAAAAAAANQ/alNzp-XP2v0/s1600-h/08112007037-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNcBjqErI/AAAAAAAAANQ/alNzp-XP2v0/s1600-h/08112007037-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131866550494171826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNcBjqErI/AAAAAAAAANQ/alNzp-XP2v0/s320/08112007037-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                                                                    Loving Dinoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNeRjqEuI/AAAAAAAAANo/LkL-Z2LJx0Y/s1600-h/08112007042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131866589148877538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNeRjqEuI/AAAAAAAAANo/LkL-Z2LJx0Y/s320/08112007042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgYVBjqE1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZYvMgFTXjMQ/s1600-h/08112007039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131878524862993234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgYVBjqE1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZYvMgFTXjMQ/s320/08112007039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgYUhjqE0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/WBg9q0-txlU/s1600-h/08112007-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131878516273058626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgYUhjqE0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/WBg9q0-txlU/s320/08112007-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNcRjqEsI/AAAAAAAAANY/LniExN1zjVk/s1600-h/08112007038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131866554789139138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgNcRjqEsI/AAAAAAAAANY/LniExN1zjVk/s320/08112007038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-1544154980914740605?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/1544154980914740605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=1544154980914740605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1544154980914740605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1544154980914740605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/09/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzgDbhjqElI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1B768LiLKgs/s72-c/08112007035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-8016600852620005075</id><published>2007-10-31T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:21:02.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khris'/><title type='text'>love one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzQJAhjqEeI/AAAAAAAAALs/VkioD4XlEyw/s1600-h/47b7d726b3127cce98548f5bdbb100000027108AYtmzNy5auG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130735780094415330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzQJAhjqEeI/AAAAAAAAALs/VkioD4XlEyw/s200/47b7d726b3127cce98548f5bdbb100000027108AYtmzNy5auG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, segala apa yg berlaku di atas muka bumi ini adalah kehendakMu. Tiada siapa yg dapat melawan takdirMu. Ya Allah, aku bermohon padaMu, sembuhkanlah temanku Khristino dan tempatkanlah Arwah Siti Hajah digolongan org-org yg beriman. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, kau telah membuka hatiku supaya menghargai org2 yg berada disekelilingku. Ya Allah...berikanlah kekuatan pada temanku, Khristino. Aku tidak sanggup melihat kesedihan dan keperitannya kerana kehilangan org yg paling disayangi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khris seandainya kau tahu... aku dan Kinn ingin sekali berkongsi kedukaan dan juga kebahagiaan kau bersama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semoga cepat sembuh wahai temanku...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-8016600852620005075?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/8016600852620005075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=8016600852620005075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/8016600852620005075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/8016600852620005075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-one.html' title='love one'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RzQJAhjqEeI/AAAAAAAAALs/VkioD4XlEyw/s72-c/47b7d726b3127cce98548f5bdbb100000027108AYtmzNy5auG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-451493294541067037</id><published>2007-10-19T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:09:42.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Njoy</title><content type='html'>my edited pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rxg7rA5eOAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XWH4vVJTvsU/s1600-h/noor-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122910186295408642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rxg7rA5eOAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XWH4vVJTvsU/s400/noor-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-451493294541067037?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/451493294541067037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=451493294541067037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/451493294541067037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/451493294541067037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/njoy.html' title='Njoy'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rxg7rA5eOAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XWH4vVJTvsU/s72-c/noor-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-6276735161345666001</id><published>2007-10-12T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:15:31.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><title type='text'>leave me ALONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Lari,lari,lari&lt;br /&gt;Aku lari tingallkan semua ini&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mencari, cari,cari&lt;br /&gt;Ketenangan diri.....iiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pergi,pergi,pergi&lt;br /&gt;Engkau pergi dari hidupku ini&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak mahu, mahu&lt;br /&gt;Engkau hadir dalam diri ini...iiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Keluhan hatiku tak siapa yang tahu&lt;br /&gt;Ku simpan semua sebak di dada&lt;br /&gt;Biar ku yang terluka&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kau mengerti caraku memujukmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pernahkah kau hargai caraku mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Lafaskan kata dari bibir&lt;br /&gt;Adakahnya dari hati&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kau tak fahami maksudnya yang tersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;Titisan air mata dari pipi ke bumi&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah kau peduli betapa sedih diriku ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song goes to a man that i used to love. A man who hurts me mentally and physically. Please leave me alone as my heart belongs to a man who deserve my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/ab/ab2328fb7a47dd863fba8094c8c11518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: &lt;em&gt;Dear, hurting you will be the last thing that im gonna do in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-6276735161345666001?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/6276735161345666001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=6276735161345666001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/6276735161345666001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/6276735161345666001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/leave-me-alone.html' title='leave me ALONE!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-7012809641972411271</id><published>2007-10-11T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:55:31.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life is PRECIOUS - Live and Treasure it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/35/35e840d75735034b987fa8c1569bce97.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I asked God,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"how do I get the best out of life?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God answered:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''face your past with no regret, handle your present with confidence, prepare for the future without fear."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then He added,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and never doubt your beliefs. Life is wonderful if you know how to live."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-7012809641972411271?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/7012809641972411271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=7012809641972411271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7012809641972411271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/7012809641972411271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-precious-live-and-treasure-it.html' title='Life is PRECIOUS - Live and Treasure it'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-1383960789822683795</id><published>2007-10-11T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:04:31.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aloha'/><title type='text'>the Gathering (ex-alohanz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im juz so free at work. Time to upload pix that was sent to me for memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This was one of the gathering we had after all of us left aloha. We had dinner at Clark Quay then head for a drink at Boat Quay. This is only half of the group the other half had left after dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3ThmYmscI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cD0K_92jx-w/s1600-h/DSC003630009[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119980925583012290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3ThmYmscI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cD0K_92jx-w/s400/DSC003630009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3Th2YmsdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZL7svKIU0ok/s1600-h/DSC003660011[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119980929877979602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3Th2YmsdI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZL7svKIU0ok/s400/DSC003660011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;saw that redbull? im a non-alcohol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3TiGYmseI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O0lNgHqswk0/s1600-h/DSC003670012[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119980934172946914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3TiGYmseI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O0lNgHqswk0/s400/DSC003670012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3TiGYmsfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/npsaThWn_5U/s1600-h/DSC003690014[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119980934172946930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3TiGYmsfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/npsaThWn_5U/s400/DSC003690014%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3TiWYmsgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9y0Vb-ZBrGw/s1600-h/DSC003730018[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119980938467914242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3TiWYmsgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9y0Vb-ZBrGw/s400/DSC003730018%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-1383960789822683795?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/1383960789822683795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=1383960789822683795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1383960789822683795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/1383960789822683795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/gathering-ex-alohanz.html' title='the Gathering (ex-alohanz)'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3ThmYmscI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cD0K_92jx-w/s72-c/DSC003630009%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3168100257560997490</id><published>2007-10-11T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:10:23.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us'/><title type='text'>DINOOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/2b/2b79e9a9124f446bd6d4de594ee39249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FiWYmsXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZQv7LW-VodI/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119965545305125234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FiWYmsXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZQv7LW-VodI/s200/attachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FimYmsYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rGDBx3_4x-I/s1600-h/Dinoor+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119965549600092546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FimYmsYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rGDBx3_4x-I/s200/Dinoor+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FimYmsZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZpEGPn2oX2Y/s1600-h/DiNoor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119965549600092562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FimYmsZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZpEGPn2oX2Y/s200/DiNoor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FimYmsaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BS6ABJhdRlY/s1600-h/dinoor+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119965549600092578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FimYmsaI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BS6ABJhdRlY/s200/dinoor+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pix taken at Vivo. Juz the 2 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-3168100257560997490?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3168100257560997490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3168100257560997490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3168100257560997490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3168100257560997490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/pix-taken-at-vivo-on-11-sept-2007.html' title='DINOOR'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Rw3FiWYmsXI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZQv7LW-VodI/s72-c/attachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3192747513729656474</id><published>2007-10-11T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:02:10.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><title type='text'>Im SORRY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/05/0550831713a220cb48698f761da03410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Im a person who will admit my mistakes and tell the truth if i were to tell lies. I dunno how to tell lies especially to my luv ones.... Dear have been saving for our big day and as for me i don't really save. The moment he found out that i did not save he was very disappointed. Surprisingly, he did not even raised his voice on me like what he normally does. He's a changed MAN now. I appreciate that, Dear. At first, he was having doubts on me....i guess he still. Dear, wonder where my money has gone too. Partly, why i spend my money bcoz im afraid things does not work out between us. I don't wanna put high hope on my marriage as im afraid to be hurt again. We are still in the process of improving things and... Alhamdulilah, it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Well, what Dear did was he asked for my internet banking device and also my bank book. He will keep it and return it to me if my savings had reached to his expectation. I dun mind if he were to keep my bank book till we' re married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I cried when he told me that he work hard to save money for our wedding and also for our future. The way he speak like a husband advising his wife. I love the way he speak to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dear, i know u've work hard to have all my needs fulfilled. You are a very wise man, i will never deny that. You don't spend unnecessarily. Whatever it is now, im convinced that you truly love me and want me to be your wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know is a complete disappoinment. I am TRULY sorry. I have my reasons behind everything i do. Not to worry no man involve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-3192747513729656474?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3192747513729656474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3192747513729656474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3192747513729656474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3192747513729656474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Im SORRY..'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-81054074989952393</id><published>2007-10-10T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:22:37.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raya'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyX7GYmsNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dHVSFYcO5oQ/s1600-h/raya.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633917995299026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyX7GYmsNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dHVSFYcO5oQ/s320/raya.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyX7GYmsOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/84fHjYi0NLM/s1600-h/raya+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119633917995299042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyX7GYmsOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/84fHjYi0NLM/s320/raya+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tersusun rapi jari jemari, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kemaafan kupohon setulus hati, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maaf zahir Batin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Selamat Menyempurnakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ibadah Puasa Ramadhan &amp;amp; Selamat Menyambut Hari Raya Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bakal Menjelang Di Samping Yang Tersayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang Ikhlas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SweetLady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-81054074989952393?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/81054074989952393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=81054074989952393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/81054074989952393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/81054074989952393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya_10.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyX7GYmsNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dHVSFYcO5oQ/s72-c/raya.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4752580711210019954</id><published>2007-10-10T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:50:11.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aloha'/><title type='text'>DND 2006 (the alohanz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While browsing thru' my previous email i happened to open one email with photos attachment. It is the DND pix. Out of sudden i miss aloha and the people USE to work there, a place which brings sour and sweet memories. A place where i met so many nice people. People who are always there for me when i'm in need. Not juz wen im in need...they are there for me to share my happiness too. We are juz like a happy family working under 2 roofs(&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aloha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Loyang and Changi). But I was sad that...as of NOW aloha is flooded with Philippines staff. Where are all the Singaporeans gone to? Well, there's nothing much to complain as i'm currently adapting to my new workplace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119613920627568802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyFvGYmsKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7F01BK9qzho/s400/IMGA0284%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119613924922536114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyFvWYmsLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KR3Li70pcas/s400/IMGA0281%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just the Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119613929217503426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyFvmYmsMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4G71eZe6kKI/s400/IMGA0285%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Cik Muz (he can be my dad, uncle and a fren too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All the best to all &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ex-alohanz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&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/4997487546306877921-4752580711210019954?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4752580711210019954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4752580711210019954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4752580711210019954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4752580711210019954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/dnd-2006-alohanz.html' title='DND 2006 (the alohanz)'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwyFvGYmsKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/7F01BK9qzho/s72-c/IMGA0284%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-3051479988752714661</id><published>2007-10-05T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:05:34.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/84/84e76060f8939c3dcaafe1ac5e6e08e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/RwXw2GYmr9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/wrDHgjWxdoI/s1600-h/th__d_rlz_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember our first meeting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never will i forget that special moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment which brought me to life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U make me forget those unwanted past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember when the day u left me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh...my heart shattered into pieces. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday and night i prayed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pray for having you back in my life again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember the day we got back together?&lt;br /&gt;I thank God as he has been a great listener.&lt;br /&gt;He had fulfilled my wish,&lt;br /&gt;Wish that i never thought will come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, what i have to remember is,&lt;br /&gt;I have u back in my life, the thing that i cherish most.&lt;br /&gt;And i know u only LOVE me and no one else&lt;br /&gt;And will be waiting for the moment i will say, "Yes, I do''.&lt;/em&gt;&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/4997487546306877921-3051479988752714661?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/3051479988752714661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=3051479988752714661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3051479988752714661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/3051479988752714661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-remember-our-first-meeting-never.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-2050537836602994974</id><published>2007-10-01T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:43:44.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>still fresh on my Mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/91/915210c7fb79c018545bf5a1c26315f7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Last night i had a dream, me and Dear went to Sentosa with a Little Toddler. In my dream the Little Toddler was my dotter. I really had a good look at her she was so adorable, with big eyes and very fair. She was smiling all the way and i juz cudn't take my eyes off from her. In that dream i was so happy that me and Dear finally got married and blessed with a lovely dotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment i woke up my heart beating so fast and the first thing on my mind was that Little Toddler i still can recall how she exactly look like. How i wish that dream was real, the happiness that i always long for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share it with Dear. When i told him he was so happy i can see that wide smile on his face. He was so excited about us having a dotter. And he would like to have a dotter for our first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night before i left him for the day he would kiss and hug me as usual and this time he also mentioned to kiss our dotter if i were to see her in my dream again. I was touched, i juz smile and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dear reached home, he will normally sms me telling me that he's home safely and he also mentioned about our dotter again...the sms goes.."If u mit our daughter, do gif her a kiss n tell her i luv her..." and the 2nd sms was ..."i do hope i get to c my daughter n hw she looked like''. Gosh....i was very touched by Dear's word... how i wish it cud turn out to be a real thing. Ya..one day, Insyallah. Dear gonna be a good hubby as well as a good daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE U, DEAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-2050537836602994974?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/2050537836602994974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=2050537836602994974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2050537836602994974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2050537836602994974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/10/fresh-on-my-mind.html' title='still fresh on my Mind...'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-8808687004755959263</id><published>2007-09-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:42:38.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my broken HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="400" alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/49/499e04f561d2455ecb5aacad22b24ee7.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he told me he likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i knew it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i know his heart is not free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because he's in love with another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i know he's in love with someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's hard for me to forget him though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's only him that my heart tells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but what can i do? my chances are low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the pain sears in my heart like a knife in my flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he's still here in my mind and heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the pain brought by the heartache was still very fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;he's the only one for me ever since the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i want to go, i want to flee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but you know how much he means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i can't bear to be away from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;eventhough all the sweet memories was nothing but...a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-8808687004755959263?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/8808687004755959263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=8808687004755959263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/8808687004755959263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/8808687004755959263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-broken-heart.html' title='my broken HEART'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-2052847849230775009</id><published>2007-09-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:46:22.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>not easy being ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="222" alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/38/38cebf32a4dc11f2123cb231b5db36df.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;An indelible past stamped on my memory, coming back to play across my mind at unexpected moment. I simply hate my past, it is a complete heartache. I left with no choice but to look ahead. What can i say...? It is all been written. No one like to be betrayed or get hurt by a person they love most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really hope the past will be gone forever....but i know it is impossible. I will only live the past behind the moment i shut my eyes for the very last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Never will i go thru' &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;such obstacles&lt;/span&gt; again. Im happy now juz would like to retain this happiness till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-2052847849230775009?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/2052847849230775009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=2052847849230775009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2052847849230775009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/2052847849230775009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-times-past-indelibly-stamped-on-my.html' title='not easy being ME'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-549843463065785349</id><published>2007-09-20T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:37:56.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B&apos;day'/><title type='text'>Happy Bday Duni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics.php?index=best"&gt;&lt;img alt="MyHotComments" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/8e/8e640f0d733832d1eff7b4b6e97b6fee.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;18 September 2007 was Duni's 12th bday. Duni was one of my Dear's favourite cuz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;I was working on that day while Dear juz came back from his first off day. As usual Dear die die won't go out on his first off day, he will spend quality time shape up his bod. Nah....I'm really use to it, cant blame him as he juz came back from 24hr shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I msged Dear remind him to call Duni as it is her bday. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As norm, i will be&lt;/span&gt; the operator on Dear's behalf. The reason why i refused to call becos i was BROKE hahaha....Dear, insist me to call instead. NOT FAIR! Well, doesn't wanna argue told him will call Duni later maybe after break fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Dear bought for her Billabong bag. Still remember when Dear gave her the bday gift Dear said, '' 3 yrs u cannot ask for anything(juz joking...he do mean it at times)," he will tell me the same phrase each and every time he bought for me anything. "Dear, im use to it, u will still get me those stuff that I WANT *winkz*.'' Heard from Dear's mom that this year Duni wants Adidas watch. Gosh...Juz got for her younger sis pink Adidas watch last June. I like the white one.. Cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breaking my fast i called Duni and wished her Happy Birthday. I didnt asked what she want but i told her, ''abg Dino will get for you a belated bday present,'' she acked. We hung up after i wish her all the best. She's having her PSLE this year, Insyallah...she can make it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha...Dear gonna scold me for telling Duni that he will be getting a belated bday present for her. Sorry Dear..that's the reason why i refused to call her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear told me he will not get anything for Duni. WAIT!! Duni called him on the 19th. This time Duni wants Baby G watch as her parents already bought for her the Adidas watch, purple color i guess. Well...as usual, Dear repeat his fav phrase again but after being persuaded, Dear agreed to it. Duni is a swit gerl...shy too. Dear...she deserve it, just get for her the Baby G watch and NOT to forget mine too *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-549843463065785349?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/549843463065785349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=549843463065785349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/549843463065785349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/549843463065785349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-bday-duni.html' title='Happy Bday Duni'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4904726557606260609</id><published>2007-09-19T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:31:18.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Joke of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An old man and an old woman were sitting at the breakfast table on the morning of their 50th wedding anniversary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said,"You know, 50 years ago, we were probably sitting here buck naked."&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "Why don't we try that again?"&lt;br /&gt;So they stripped and sat down at the table again. Soon the old woman said, "Honey, my breasts are as hot for you today as they were 50 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Of course they are dear, one's in your oatmeal and the other's in your coffee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4904726557606260609?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4904726557606260609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4904726557606260609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/09/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day!'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997487546306877921.post-4362753934213066177</id><published>2007-09-17T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:39:11.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my LIFE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Ru5I3xqYfCI/AAAAAAAAABM/NkP7jKC_ogU/s1600-h/3618035587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111102750173199394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Ru5I3xqYfCI/AAAAAAAAABM/NkP7jKC_ogU/s200/3618035587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life how its changed, but who can I blame? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emptiness and heartache is its given name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hope and my dreams, were once far and wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you once Stop and think how I was feeling inside? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to be full of laughter and wonderful days, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but night after night I continue to pray, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and god give me the strength to live every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart racing as I lie in my bed, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with tears in my eyes and sad thoughts in my head, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these are the days that I always will dread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This horrible pain as it breaks my heart every day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its pain and emptiness, that has come along my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried so hard and eager to please, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only to find emptiness such a nasty disease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its love and comfort thats all that I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but my heart breaks in half and has started to bleed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is love you don't have to ask, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not realize this was a difficult task.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love has always been there, its easy to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all you have to do is look back in your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not give up, I won't bail out of the ship, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm strong, and determined to continue this trip, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't feel sorry for what happend in the past, but my undying love will forever last.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4997487546306877921-4362753934213066177?l=envyme1907.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/feeds/4362753934213066177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4997487546306877921&amp;postID=4362753934213066177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4362753934213066177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4997487546306877921/posts/default/4362753934213066177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://envyme1907.blogspot.com/2007/09/emptiness-and-heartache.html' title='my LIFE...'/><author><name>SweetLady...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04905513910905476552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/SNxVEZDkndI/AAAAAAAAAZU/tZZJsWMB5DA/S220/05082007038-003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RH7I4ohRZbw/Ru5I3xqYfCI/AAAAAAAAABM/NkP7jKC_ogU/s72-c/3618035587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
