<?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-8122373951091262282</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:06:49.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live,Laugh and Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-3635653988275238715</id><published>2011-10-23T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:09:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone is finally engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFLXUK9z9RE/TqQ6P3VOTUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ssyIfSUhXdA/s1600/DSC_0545.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFLXUK9z9RE/TqQ6P3VOTUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ssyIfSUhXdA/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666718275364343106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im back! lucky this blog does not hit that one year mark since its last post. dear lulu must be so honoured that i decide to re'live' this blog again starting with a post about her. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes! finally.. she is engaged. good for her. wishing her the best till the day of the wedding. can't imagine how will I be like on that day. bet super duper exciiited. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok keep it short and sweet. till the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long Live Ilovemamat.blogspot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-3635653988275238715?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/3635653988275238715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=3635653988275238715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3635653988275238715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3635653988275238715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2011/10/someone-is-finally-engaged.html' title='someone is finally engaged!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lFLXUK9z9RE/TqQ6P3VOTUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/ssyIfSUhXdA/s72-c/DSC_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1882181758153796572</id><published>2011-04-17T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:38:26.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star of my heart</title><content type='html'>It was quite a while since the last time my dear Mamat bought me gifts. The first necklace he bought me was so worn it broke into two a couple of years ago. I'm not the type who is hype on accessories but will definitely go with those bought from my loved ones.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he's 'hooked' onto Amazon.com, there was not a single day he stopped reminding me of a 'surprise' he had for me.. that reminds me of the 'sweet and loving side' of him.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-xws4ORdPM/TasBAXsBf3I/AAAAAAAABPk/ifmNY1LxoUA/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-xws4ORdPM/TasBAXsBf3I/AAAAAAAABPk/ifmNY1LxoUA/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596568067808264050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Due to the note, I told him the 'surprise' works more if this was sent to me through my mailbox.  heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhTMk73qtws/TasBAIisDiI/AAAAAAAABPc/TNNSZHPwhHU/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhTMk73qtws/TasBAIisDiI/AAAAAAAABPc/TNNSZHPwhHU/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596568063742578210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also got himself  j-Jays earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OElzYLg29EQ/TasA_qc_3aI/AAAAAAAABPU/FXRqk2VIuDE/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OElzYLg29EQ/TasA_qc_3aI/AAAAAAAABPU/FXRqk2VIuDE/s320/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596568055665647010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again like a weekly thing, we headed to 'Bapok Lane' to do some quick servicing of Marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwzMzcmK5m4/TasA_ROW_kI/AAAAAAAABPM/AuOWKbEapoI/s1600/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VwzMzcmK5m4/TasA_ROW_kI/AAAAAAAABPM/AuOWKbEapoI/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596568048893361730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieNWAMUfHMw/TasA-8isVQI/AAAAAAAABPE/kYIlUIf5GAk/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieNWAMUfHMw/TasA-8isVQI/AAAAAAAABPE/kYIlUIf5GAk/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596568043341501698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyn6hwPQUAI/TasAOTSnYBI/AAAAAAAABO8/LSfwPCZwPGk/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyn6hwPQUAI/TasAOTSnYBI/AAAAAAAABO8/LSfwPCZwPGk/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596567207634493458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His favourite must-have; Maggi Goreng 'pedas-pedas'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zltXtSQeIUA/TasAN3DnFxI/AAAAAAAABO0/kLpP8DyHBUA/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zltXtSQeIUA/TasAN3DnFxI/AAAAAAAABO0/kLpP8DyHBUA/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596567200055367442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQS0YDP1CKU/TasANrp4vXI/AAAAAAAABOs/PNASmDgAnyY/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQS0YDP1CKU/TasANrp4vXI/AAAAAAAABOs/PNASmDgAnyY/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596567196994682226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EG47-qY6IdA/TasANTNA0vI/AAAAAAAABOk/y2xzAAt9WN8/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EG47-qY6IdA/TasANTNA0vI/AAAAAAAABOk/y2xzAAt9WN8/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596567190431126258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tu baru 'appetiser', ni main course nye.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgdsomW905Y/TasANPlbUsI/AAAAAAAABOc/kGdOB25u_DY/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgdsomW905Y/TasANPlbUsI/AAAAAAAABOc/kGdOB25u_DY/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596567189459784386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang kamu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again when there are pictures. kind of hard from someone who most of the time don't go '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snap-snap' &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'clickety-click'&lt;/span&gt; wherever she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am already anticipating that extra day off  by the end of the week. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-1882181758153796572?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1882181758153796572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1882181758153796572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1882181758153796572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1882181758153796572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2011/04/star-of-my-heart.html' title='Star of my heart'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-xws4ORdPM/TasBAXsBf3I/AAAAAAAABPk/ifmNY1LxoUA/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-223553698189267198</id><published>2011-04-12T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:44:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go</title><content type='html'>before this blog goes to an extinction, I am putting up a quick general post in a middle of a break in school now on whatever things I could have remembered evidently with whatever photos I have in my phone,over the past whole month. yeah. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzbYfxK2U7c/TaOvayE3PaI/AAAAAAAABOU/aGGAi7B3pFI/s1600/IMG_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508036777917858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzbYfxK2U7c/TaOvayE3PaI/AAAAAAAABOU/aGGAi7B3pFI/s320/IMG_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well, like i told the girls I'm pretty bored with JB already since its like a weekly errand for me and Mamat. This pic shows our favourite 'hotspot' for cheap, well-presented, delicious food and not forgetting greatly decorated ambience with no service charge or tax whatsoever. really.. Its at Jalan Muhd Amin..cant remember the exact name of the place though.. something "Kampung" maybe.. there was one particular night where the restaurant invited this very young man whom I admired for his talent in playing all our favourite songs using a giant "Angklung". I was mesmerized the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0h8hSLYU1dI/TaOvagm4deI/AAAAAAAABOM/9AZxqI-Gn5M/s1600/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594508032088765922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0h8hSLYU1dI/TaOvagm4deI/AAAAAAAABOM/9AZxqI-Gn5M/s320/IMG_0155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, full decals for our rides. Mamat chose a zombie theme while mine is Marilyn Monroe. All design was solely inspired by Alfian. The guy with the cap over there.. it took him just a week with the design and a whole night of working with the stickers. Thus, that explains the not so superb workmanship.. but we are pretty satisfied with the whole cost and the trouble-less procedures. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t27VCLtJfUE/TaOu5digB3I/AAAAAAAABOE/4eUuYk_lQCE/s1600/Picture%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507464329398130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t27VCLtJfUE/TaOu5digB3I/AAAAAAAABOE/4eUuYk_lQCE/s320/Picture%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFbixCkb6Rs/TaOu5aTw-jI/AAAAAAAABN8/zXYNVesTQCo/s1600/Picture%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507463462287922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFbixCkb6Rs/TaOu5aTw-jI/AAAAAAAABN8/zXYNVesTQCo/s320/Picture%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGpvJsAdY0U/TaOu5JV_RBI/AAAAAAAABN0/GksFnoPPG4Q/s1600/Picture%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507458908210194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGpvJsAdY0U/TaOu5JV_RBI/AAAAAAAABN0/GksFnoPPG4Q/s320/Picture%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes. twenty years from now, I would really want to see how this boy has grown up. Its like I have turned him into a science experiment with a real life case. tried all sorts of 'strategies' to work his behavioural and learning "challenges". he has always been my main topic when it comes to my relections in school. now eversince I have "washed my hands" off from my form teacher job of his class,back to where I should belong as an AED, I am still trying to keep in touch of his progress. There's a snippet of my life in school. (hope there wont be more.. haa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnGexNXhUVI/TaOu46hoRoI/AAAAAAAABNs/isCKZFxIZ5g/s1600/Picture%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594507454930503298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QnGexNXhUVI/TaOu46hoRoI/AAAAAAAABNs/isCKZFxIZ5g/s320/Picture%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok and to end it off, just a random picture of a rare occasion. me having thosai for breakfast yesterday. Mum, friends and colleugues have always mentioned to me regarding the weight loss. always told them I discard having any lunch in school sometimes even without breakfast in the morning, having only a cup of fruits as I couldnt find the time to have a quick jog or an exercise routine. I know its not healthy really.. but that's the least I could do not to be as 'boncit' as Mamat. Mum told me not to quit my job. I have to agree as the perks of all the bonuses, benefits and long holidays when the time comes, you couldnt find it as easy elsewhere in other sectors. and im not being pro-government here though I might sound like it. haa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll update more pics from my ixus soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamat, thanks for being the patient and 'abang2' you when it comes to the "slow talk" we had whenever I was being the rude and short-tempered me.I know I could never find another guy like you unless God wills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*If only there's the female version of Bruno's "Marry You". * ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-223553698189267198?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/223553698189267198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=223553698189267198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/223553698189267198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/223553698189267198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-we-go.html' title='here we go'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qzbYfxK2U7c/TaOvayE3PaI/AAAAAAAABOU/aGGAi7B3pFI/s72-c/IMG_0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7432420926979419988</id><published>2011-03-15T22:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:24:23.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eHQ6Mkocw8/TX94FBuv0SI/AAAAAAAABNk/HTsx2Kv48S8/s1600/pics%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eHQ6Mkocw8/TX94FBuv0SI/AAAAAAAABNk/HTsx2Kv48S8/s320/pics%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584314090721890594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panjang umur nya.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eHQ6Mkocw8/TX94FBuv0SI/AAAAAAAABNk/HTsx2Kv48S8/s1600/pics%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPpnJMA-MD8/TX94Esl_eOI/AAAAAAAABNc/iKvK7Nv_aB0/s1600/pics%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPpnJMA-MD8/TX94Esl_eOI/AAAAAAAABNc/iKvK7Nv_aB0/s320/pics%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584314085048023266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;24 hours before this, he said "I don't expect anything for my birthday this year lah shila.." on 26th February 2011, exactly at 12.01 am, I said, "Mane boleh takde pape untuk birthday kau muhd.." ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piF9ckCzJQI/TX94EA6ydqI/AAAAAAAABNU/Rs1U-eM_G4M/s1600/pics%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-piF9ckCzJQI/TX94EA6ydqI/AAAAAAAABNU/Rs1U-eM_G4M/s320/pics%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584314073324091042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My heart "smiled" a thousand times more wide compared to his when I saw him smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tii7rjvzAOY/TX94DtHlZJI/AAAAAAAABNM/p4DB__Rt29U/s1600/pics%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tii7rjvzAOY/TX94DtHlZJI/AAAAAAAABNM/p4DB__Rt29U/s320/pics%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584314068009051282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dah macam Kassim Selamat dahhh.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFdeLV3wogE/TX94Cxm3fPI/AAAAAAAABNE/ElihIwL6OwY/s1600/pics%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFdeLV3wogE/TX94Cxm3fPI/AAAAAAAABNE/ElihIwL6OwY/s320/pics%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584314052034133234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;still going strong. *Insyaallah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ub-RKT7Vb70/TX93jaXMJ_I/AAAAAAAABMs/hK0gidhKTjU/s1600/pics%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh no! I wouldnt want to be like those people who are so caught with their fast paced life till they dont have time to stop,smile and reflect while reminiscing all the good times they had. No..no. Just looking at the date of my last post made me panic. Ok. so its been two months, almost one month after Mamat's 23rd birthday. and with that I shall have to make it officially publicly to say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*I love him. I care deeply for him and I wouldnt want anything bad to happen to him.  and so I am so grateful to be blessed with a person like him being by my side to share my pain and joy every single day.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated 23rd birthday Muhammad Bin Hussen Abdat. May Allah bless you with good health, good spirit and meaningful life ahead. *with me hopefully* haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheh mentel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay for the updates. so far 3 words I must say on the kinda of life Ive been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. its all the same. cause its true! Everyday its like a routine but gladly I must say none of a minute in my day is gone to a waste. Cause ultimately I know I have exchanged that minute to something that would bring effect to someone else. be it planning lesson for my pupils., (and again there's 30 of them yar.. being "experienced", the school has bestowed on me the responsibility of a form teacher despite the term Allied Educator that would be printed on the certificate that I would get in a few months time ) being the chaffeur of my mum to and fro from work, tutoring children whom I must say would not care less to open their books to revise if I weren't there. so yeah, life has been meaningful. not forgetting, meeting my dear Mamat based on a schedule planned every week in advance. (due to his 1 day work, 2 days off routine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5DElpMS_Kk/TX93i3HfkII/AAAAAAAABMk/Cfqb1B0h-vc/s1600/pics%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nothing to show off but I just want to be grateful that at least I have some kinda source of income coming in from me every month. However tempting that is every time I thought of being in another line of work. Events Management maybe? or some office corporate 8 hours a day kind of job where you can sashay on your stilettos meeting clients that brings you the hope of earning big bucks from the commission gained. ugh. enough of those daydreams. Here I am, in a primary school. providing service to the nation. Face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I had my lesson observation. shall not go into detail about it but I am glad its done before the holidays for term 1. now I dont have to worry about having someone sitting in my classroom observing the way i teach. nerve wrecking lah seyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right enough stories of work. in the middle of a phone call with mamat now cant manage to end this properly. better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oLuLJcnOJJ4/TX93iBz8nGI/AAAAAAAABMc/l4QtAsLLIcg/s1600/pics%2B012.jpg"&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/8122373951091262282-7432420926979419988?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7432420926979419988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7432420926979419988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7432420926979419988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7432420926979419988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-love.html' title='my love'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2eHQ6Mkocw8/TX94FBuv0SI/AAAAAAAABNk/HTsx2Kv48S8/s72-c/pics%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1485823823337297143</id><published>2011-01-15T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:50:03.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bur-rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2skZJDkI/AAAAAAAABMQ/ORP1uDdVNDM/s1600/pics%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this post came outdated. event happened two weeks back. starting the new year with something not related to work shall we? (though) this head has been packed full of overdue stuffs.  Right. burned my saturday off as what mamat is doing now in camp :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of burning, just a reflection for a bit. i really like a saying which goes 'why sacrifice all the good times because of the bad times?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. almost done that. Lucky me that mamat was the most PATIENT MAN ON EARTH. with regard to Norshila Binte Abdul Rahman only lah. yeah. I was in rage. over things. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not Mr Perfect of course but we manage to pull things through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always time has been racing against me.Next month going to be the 4th birthday with him. plans..plans..and plans.. are definitely coming up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2qtgmAYI/AAAAAAAABMI/paghiDatLto/s1600/pics%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562357490922160514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2qtgmAYI/AAAAAAAABMI/paghiDatLto/s320/pics%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doing this expression for mamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2qGPVeJI/AAAAAAAABMA/lvH_9ZYc8Us/s1600/pics%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562357480380790930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2qGPVeJI/AAAAAAAABMA/lvH_9ZYc8Us/s320/pics%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's always bored when it comes to places that are so 'common'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2pqsZgfI/AAAAAAAABL4/GvFkDe9brGY/s1600/pics%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562357472986497522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2pqsZgfI/AAAAAAAABL4/GvFkDe9brGY/s320/pics%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8122373951091262282-1485823823337297143?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1485823823337297143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1485823823337297143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1485823823337297143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1485823823337297143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2011/01/bur-rage.html' title='bur-rage'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TTF2qtgmAYI/AAAAAAAABMI/paghiDatLto/s72-c/pics%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2916261386679339776</id><published>2010-12-31T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:32:51.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrap up</title><content type='html'>double one is coming. just one resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less depressing thoughts, Always look from another perspective when shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whizzing through a packed vacation to batam and road trip to kota tinggi with mamat and the gang within the last 3 weeks, dreading a huge pile load of work waiting on the 4th. Less than few hours ago, my 5 days packed tuitions planned, has stretched to 5 and half days. thanks to a 'un'fortunate incident whereby a 3 lessons per week assignment was mistaken to be of two days. right,quoted the 'un' as i strive to believe that every single thing no matter how minute it is contains blessings..if not in disguise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds solemn isnt it? but still, i am glad to be a daily 'chaffeur' to my mum as i would be in the school for afternoon sessions again. so, morning and night pick-up would be of no problem. Off days with mamat would be random with alot of shifting need to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i wish not that my packed days will make me be ignorant of the happenings. Just have to rely on my girls on the updates maybe? haa. (save me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so much of the rants. just dont want to keep silent for too long. have to be in practice again..still,cant run away from the 4 reflections per term though. *apart from the weekly lesson plans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honeymoon period is over baybehhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to juggle well with these two things close to my heart apart from the everyday responsibilities of being a good daughter,sister and most importantly together with the rest,Ummah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TR30Tx2XSMI/AAAAAAAABLw/DPgGPSId8g8/s1600/pics%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556866135881107650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TR30Tx2XSMI/AAAAAAAABLw/DPgGPSId8g8/s320/pics%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The half naked Mamat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TR30Ii2tatI/AAAAAAAABLo/KwUG26TzRVU/s1600/pics%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556865942877465298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TR30Ii2tatI/AAAAAAAABLo/KwUG26TzRVU/s320/pics%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The children are like a box of jigsaw. Some set comes with missing pieces.Teaching with heart helps create new masterpieces out of them. and those are the desired outcomes that comes with a strong Teachers' vision, pledge and teaching philosophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cherrios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work smart, pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy 2011&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/8122373951091262282-2916261386679339776?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2916261386679339776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2916261386679339776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2916261386679339776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2916261386679339776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrap-up.html' title='wrap up'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TR30Tx2XSMI/AAAAAAAABLw/DPgGPSId8g8/s72-c/pics%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-619023669616041580</id><published>2010-12-06T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:38:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TPzdgBy9ChI/AAAAAAAABLU/vNcIdbqHmik/s1600/pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547552383321311762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TPzdgBy9ChI/AAAAAAAABLU/vNcIdbqHmik/s320/pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay couldnt care less about how i look in the post pic. most updated plus an impromptu to miss nips as well whom is equally excited over my new 'metal' teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow its been a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay too lazy to recap whatever past events but let just pick up one or two important ones shall we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished my whole packedofficehoursclasses of 3 months course and 'slow' farewell to the bunny teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamat has been there..as always.. supported in me in the ups and downs of the finishing up of assignments, accompanying me to the library etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dearie.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. am anticipating of a short getaway in a few days time as well as a 'reunion' with the girls tomorrow. (jgn buey!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(seriously, i cant find a way to write a detailed post no more.. preferable alternative, twitter maybe? Is and Miss Nips might be jumping as they read this. but we'll see..  am not going to ditch this blog nevertheless. see the name of the blog? yeah. you get it. hee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-619023669616041580?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/619023669616041580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=619023669616041580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/619023669616041580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/619023669616041580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TPzdgBy9ChI/AAAAAAAABLU/vNcIdbqHmik/s72-c/pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5882223532408666939</id><published>2010-11-05T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T13:13:52.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIGl-_ewI/AAAAAAAABLM/CYUvqEjfbng/s1600/pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535918013825383170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIGl-_ewI/AAAAAAAABLM/CYUvqEjfbng/s320/pics+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sister love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIGK8aMnI/AAAAAAAABLE/ePICj8kDMN8/s1600/pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535918006566793842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIGK8aMnI/AAAAAAAABLE/ePICj8kDMN8/s320/pics+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; da besau adek aku ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIF8VyE3I/AAAAAAAABK8/Au63Cqlvt2E/s1600/pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535918002646684530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIF8VyE3I/AAAAAAAABK8/Au63Cqlvt2E/s320/pics+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The man who made it "happen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*chey chey*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post might have come abit too late but still wishing my dearest sista again Nor Shamira Binte Abdul Rahman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BURSTING YEAR AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She almost a year later than her peers only reaching her 12th on the last 1st Nov&lt;br /&gt;I bought her a new nokia 5130 xpressmusic (cheap2 only lahh..as long can hear music,take pics, calls and sms is enough for her whos still schooling kan..) while shikin surprised her with an ice cream cake. Mamat was the 'facilitator' (again, for everything) as he was the one who have helped me in surveying for the right phone and rushing down to jurong point at the last minute, few hours before midnight to get the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small small celebration only.. for sure next year we have to be extra special due to the date 1/11/11. *God Willing*&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;i've just gotten myself with a new phone too *hats off to myself for being part of the i-phone frenzy crowd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow at one point of time mamat was super enthu into iphones.. so when he heard theres this guy selling a 3GS at a very cheap price of 300 bucks, he jumped straight to it, without thinking twice. and it turned out that the seller was a scam and the phone was faulty. mamat was having a 'slight depression' for the waste. but being an ever supportive girlfriend that i am :P i told him to be optimistic and we spent our last Saturday repairing the phone and luck was on our side we only spent 30 bucks to redownload new softwares and get the phone working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right that was the background info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, somehow i feel that my life has revolved so much with having Mamat around that I cant imagine life without him. maybe i would have been a different person? hmm. just a food for thought yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so different yet having so many things in common. *like cannot give in to each other because we want to do everything for each other? haha sounds ironic right..but yep our squabbles sometimes revolve around that.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd found my match. ;P *Hope fate agrees with that, Insyaallah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend y'all!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5882223532408666939?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5882223532408666939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5882223532408666939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5882223532408666939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5882223532408666939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-post.html' title='i-post'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TNOIGl-_ewI/AAAAAAAABLM/CYUvqEjfbng/s72-c/pics+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4076673196472556714</id><published>2010-10-23T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:24:35.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh myyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TMKI3wmT70I/AAAAAAAABK0/VFlODIfO_WY/s1600/22102010627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531133783884164930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TMKI3wmT70I/AAAAAAAABK0/VFlODIfO_WY/s320/22102010627.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay.im officially on a "recession" now. this whole week mamat was here at Jurong as he was having his driving lesson at CDA. *and Alhamdullilah he passed :) or else he would have been thrown here and there again for a new position at his station.* so officially he can drive a bus now or a lorry. *yeeeehhaaa!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and due to he was here,of course everyday we met after my classes. and what is the best way to date here in singapore besides shopping and watching movie? yess! u got it right. MAKAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to my ukimono i dont get guilty every night before i go to sleep, traumatised the next morning when i see that infant flab grown overnight at my wasteline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats not a problem. only that today after 5 days, i can literally see a hole in my pocket. nyaahhhaaa.. right. eating is equal to spending when u do it outside. everyday when we met, we would have dinner together. *not that im complaining, i loved it!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now when he's away for the weekends, me finishing all my assignments and him working back at Tampines station,  im starting to miss his company. *awwwww*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right people, im missing him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not forgetting missing my girlfriends too. the day for the surprise unfortunately fell on the day when mamat was here,and not to mention i was the one who suggested for him to leave his bike back at pasir ris. *so served me right*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liyah.. said my thousands apologise already.. and gratefully, she's not mad.. hahaa. looking forward to the new set of teeth yeah?heehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay thats all for the updates after a looonnngg time. only got the time now to log in and say something. *pat on the back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4076673196472556714?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/4076673196472556714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=4076673196472556714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4076673196472556714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4076673196472556714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-myyyyy.html' title='oh myyyyy'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TMKI3wmT70I/AAAAAAAABK0/VFlODIfO_WY/s72-c/22102010627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4969680299639689689</id><published>2010-10-11T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:27:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayonara mig-rain and fats</title><content type='html'>usual date with mamat to JB on saturday.. we tried to look around Holiday Plaza which i guess the "Cina port" as i call it unlike City Square..so decided to try acupuncture as suggested by mamat due to my migrain since few days back..while he tried cupping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for RM35 each and RM40 for follow up pills for the migrain, i found it cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im all light-headed for the weeks ahead.. (speaking about weeks, been having pending assignments.. am ditching one now for this quick update. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been 'fantasy-ing" about going to some slimming centres to get all these bulginess out..but ditch that..got myself ukimono :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TLHj09FKXVI/AAAAAAAABKs/hTDI10iSdV4/s1600/she_ukimono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526448716649225554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TLHj09FKXVI/AAAAAAAABKs/hTDI10iSdV4/s320/she_ukimono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all hype about changes now..dont know why.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very the cheap anyway.. RM798 for a set of ukinomo and a ukinomo mini(for the arms and calves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamat challenged me after a long filled thought of having myself the ukinomo (the ones wrapping the girls on the thigh,butt and tummy) well, thats the upmost 'stubborn' parts of the bods right..well, im in that dilemma too obviously..just want to see the 'drastic' change on that 3 parts with the effort of exercising of course within a month can? hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. shila has turned to a 'pemalas' now hoping for some miracle over a machine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..no worries.. this is just an addition to a soon-to-be regime.. will get up over gym,jog and home exercise for sure..and not forgetting the no-rice diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will see by end of this year shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4969680299639689689?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/4969680299639689689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=4969680299639689689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4969680299639689689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4969680299639689689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/10/sayonara-mig-rain-and-fats.html' title='sayonara mig-rain and fats'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TLHj09FKXVI/AAAAAAAABKs/hTDI10iSdV4/s72-c/she_ukimono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7134035458773785076</id><published>2010-09-19T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:07:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayang lah dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJYvKACQQDI/AAAAAAAABKk/BtndtgrD-iU/s1600/19092010566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518650242243772466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJYvKACQQDI/AAAAAAAABKk/BtndtgrD-iU/s320/19092010566.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna thank him publicly for the recent 'surprise treat' from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. cos, he'll always 'senyap2' leak in to this blog to see my recent updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear. less than 2 more weeks yeah.. JIAYU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully can have a quick meet up with you this wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7134035458773785076?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7134035458773785076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7134035458773785076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7134035458773785076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7134035458773785076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/09/sayang-lah-dia.html' title='sayang lah dia'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJYvKACQQDI/AAAAAAAABKk/BtndtgrD-iU/s72-c/19092010566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8757196610802985698</id><published>2010-09-17T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:56:38.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camat ari rayeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJONm4dOn9I/AAAAAAAABKc/Jh3nwfo_S8I/s1600/12092010528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517909667588513746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJONm4dOn9I/AAAAAAAABKc/Jh3nwfo_S8I/s320/12092010528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it seemed that im the only one in the mood. haaa. right2.. mamat has just been so tired of his recent deployment. 2 more weeks to go babyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still wishing all folks out there a very blessed eid-mubarak. in no position to give any words of wisdom, but still may this month be an opening to new chapters from all past grievances and misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya,maaf zahir dan batin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJONVA71QVI/AAAAAAAABKU/dK1vLqUV6fA/s1600/05092010508.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post wont be complete without this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJONUX53lRI/AAAAAAAABKM/y1qvYVqPoyw/s1600/10092010523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517909349612623122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJONUX53lRI/AAAAAAAABKM/y1qvYVqPoyw/s320/10092010523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to all the Almond London-ers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8122373951091262282-8757196610802985698?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8757196610802985698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8757196610802985698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8757196610802985698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8757196610802985698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/09/camat-ari-rayeeee.html' title='camat ari rayeeee'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TJONm4dOn9I/AAAAAAAABKc/Jh3nwfo_S8I/s72-c/12092010528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-3955794968288112321</id><published>2010-09-09T00:46:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:32:20.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cook-kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfC6MSlSjI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Vz3xSveuY-M/s1600/08092010509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590573725829682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfC6MSlSjI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Vz3xSveuY-M/s320/08092010509.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time of me 'contributing' to the selection of hari raya cookies at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first attempt successfully-checked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks to my colleugues' recommendation to drop by this Msian based website; myresipi.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could get all the simple recipes of various cookies at my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, kept having this song played over and over in my head due to my sis, Mira to have listened to it everytime i supervise her over her english revision *yeah. have to double up as a tutor too back home despite the short break ive asked from all my other tuition sessions.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just an extract from camp rock 2; "wouldnt change a thing", which i couldnt agree more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Like fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put in a real-life situation, just a simple example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfCfQ89TdI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8c_g_XxTuIc/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590111120838098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfCfQ89TdI/AAAAAAAABJ0/8c_g_XxTuIc/s320/IMG_0978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can you see the expression of extreme interest on my face? even the guy next to us looked mesmerised. the subject; couple rings. yeah.. those that were extremely 'popular' among couples. along with other fellow minorities, we dont have it,and i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfCezdPtHI/AAAAAAAABJs/QM-8-avQypw/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514590103203198066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfCezdPtHI/AAAAAAAABJs/QM-8-avQypw/s320/IMG_0979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then the next few seconds, i got the answer, look at the natural-gulit-free smile he gave me while he walked away. see the look i had on my face? well, u got it,much said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi, he's still guilt-free till now eh (though i couldnt care less now ah.haha *tak maen ah couple2 ring,gua mau ring nikah terus* wakakaka! G.A.T.A.L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photos courtesy of lulunpidon.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to simplify it, those out there who has the slightest if not much thoughts of how different they are with their partners, be it mindset-wise,principles wise and etc, just bear in mind that the end goal should be the same (God willing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because no matter how cliche it may sound with the old saying but opposites do attract aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh. there goes another mush-up side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok i miss him lah&lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-3955794968288112321?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/3955794968288112321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=3955794968288112321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3955794968288112321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3955794968288112321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/09/cook-kiss_09.html' title='cook-kiss'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TIfC6MSlSjI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Vz3xSveuY-M/s72-c/08092010509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4333258944483453406</id><published>2010-09-06T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:34:27.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dash of mush</title><content type='html'>i cant count the number of months that we've been together..lets see..close to 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i would be lying of i say there were never times when i wished that i had never met him but who am i to judge when imperfections are definitely also in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the type of guy that would not leave my jaw hanging open when i am thinking of him but will just make me smile and shake my head with just two words playing in my mind; "Muhd...muhd.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best times that i would unconsciously do that is when Im on my bike, whizzing through the cold night air on the way back from my tuition at his place while he's at the other end at my place(in CDA larr..hee) and yes, those were my favourite times :) when its just me, my beau and him in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times when i think back about all our arguments which were sometimes based on such trivial issues due to us wanting so much to give in to one another.. times when i was anticipating to meet him but would just kept the excitement hidden the moment i see him. times when he irritates me and would only stop when i cry.. times when we debate with one another about matters that we want the other to see that we know best. times when others frowned on how we addressed each other so informally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say that i might not get all that in any other man except him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. though others sometimes potray their love openly and indirectly convincing others that they will stick to one another till the end, i prefer otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause human's heart can change,as easy as the wind changing its direction, at any point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so God bless everyone who take their time to read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4333258944483453406?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/4333258944483453406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=4333258944483453406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4333258944483453406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4333258944483453406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/09/dash-of-mush.html' title='a dash of mush'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5412965295096072516</id><published>2010-08-22T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:47:30.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucky ducky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THJZGDUbtgI/AAAAAAAABI8/yX2voyPDEQw/s1600/21082010504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508563254732633602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THJZGDUbtgI/AAAAAAAABI8/yX2voyPDEQw/s320/21082010504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFV5jjIUI/AAAAAAAABIk/jTO7mtmfHQY/s1600/21082010503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508260061780320578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFV5jjIUI/AAAAAAAABIk/jTO7mtmfHQY/s320/21082010503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFVcXAP9I/AAAAAAAABIc/6Utv8fRfuUY/s1600/21082010502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508260053943074770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFVcXAP9I/AAAAAAAABIc/6Utv8fRfuUY/s320/21082010502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFVCuKEpI/AAAAAAAABIU/FJszNoiI-fU/s1600/21082010501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508260047060865682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFVCuKEpI/AAAAAAAABIU/FJszNoiI-fU/s320/21082010501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFU6jIKaI/AAAAAAAABIM/NkoAZ1OcVyo/s1600/21082010499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508260044867119522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFU6jIKaI/AAAAAAAABIM/NkoAZ1OcVyo/s320/21082010499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFUZVMR8I/AAAAAAAABIE/1p1sxRjhIQw/s1600/21082010498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508260035950299074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THFFUZVMR8I/AAAAAAAABIE/1p1sxRjhIQw/s320/21082010498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend were definitely filled with food,more spefically-DUCK. We accidentally passed by this halal Cantonese restaurant which was the only such that they still have empty tables at the 'peak' period of fasting-breaking. situated along changi road, near to Darul Aman Mosque, the shop has alot of recommendations and awards judging from various certs and articles pasted on its walls. but to wrap it up, as we ordered what they recommended, we gave our credits only to the roasted duck. yum2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we decided to have it again, this time we bought the whole duck and we shared it during iftar at mamat's place. after finding out that our favourite makan place which we dubbed as having the best duck rice yet has stopped selling it as they claimed that the dish did not return good response, well im quite surprised to hear that even though it was expected.Most Malays prefer chicken more, compared to those at simpang bedok and rex chicken rice at clementi, we were always on the hunt. and when we found it, i guess we just couldnt stop ourselves. two days in a row! and now i just feel like having it again this weekend. haaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5412965295096072516?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5412965295096072516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5412965295096072516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5412965295096072516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5412965295096072516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/08/lucky-ducky.html' title='lucky ducky'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/THJZGDUbtgI/AAAAAAAABI8/yX2voyPDEQw/s72-c/21082010504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5965756190039163799</id><published>2010-08-10T23:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:59:12.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504173159366624466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLAU3pJhNI/AAAAAAAABH8/iHAnP0RJ38U/s320/pics+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLAUUgZaPI/AAAAAAAABH0/aQdE0kPC53s/s1600/pics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504173149934676210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLAUUgZaPI/AAAAAAAABH0/aQdE0kPC53s/s320/pics+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple shots before leaving:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLAUJmoyGI/AAAAAAAABHs/spkTuI1QQ44/s1600/pics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504173147008059490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLAUJmoyGI/AAAAAAAABHs/spkTuI1QQ44/s320/pics+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a restaurant caught in flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLATtCibXI/AAAAAAAABHk/zLvtjJOcuJI/s1600/pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504173139340455282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGLATtCibXI/AAAAAAAABHk/zLvtjJOcuJI/s320/pics+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graveyard by the roadside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFy4yQ7J6I/AAAAAAAABG8/Qe_xj6Y_ENs/s1600/pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503806539514455970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFy4yQ7J6I/AAAAAAAABG8/Qe_xj6Y_ENs/s320/pics+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what you called "jauh perjalanan,luas pemandangan" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFy4RglFlI/AAAAAAAABG0/BMdDBWkJUA4/s1600/pics+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503806530721748562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFy4RglFlI/AAAAAAAABG0/BMdDBWkJUA4/s320/pics+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just an outside shot eh. we did not manage to have a 'taste' inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFy4AuwcXI/AAAAAAAABGs/3nDxSXbWnEc/s1600/pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503806526217810290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFy4AuwcXI/AAAAAAAABGs/3nDxSXbWnEc/s320/pics+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pantat cramp, worn out and stranded yet we still need to discuss what's the next plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFyOyL7XtI/AAAAAAAABGM/sFbM5mNjRnk/s1600/pics+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503805817938992850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFyOyL7XtI/AAAAAAAABGM/sFbM5mNjRnk/s320/pics+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFyN8iJGcI/AAAAAAAABF8/gbHwPwlMsCI/s1600/pics+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503805803536652738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFyN8iJGcI/AAAAAAAABF8/gbHwPwlMsCI/s320/pics+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"hardcore" ride back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, our virgin roadtrip initially planned to just drop by Kota Tinggi, however the urge to try till Desaru won us over. as a result, we wasted the time travelling instead of enjoying our destination. place was full of resorts, singapore plated cars of course thus it explained the quality of food served in the "food court"-like restaurant. mini serving yet standard price. due to us famished over the long journey, we relent to the meal. the journey back was as risky as the first as we witnessed an overturned lorry by the roadside. it caused a massive jam on the two way lane-without barrier road. we were forced to ride quite unsafely to avoid the bad traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alhamdullillah, we managed to reach back safe and sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we still want to have another try though in the future. this time better prepared of course, if its not for shiela and partner who have only that day to spare, we would have considered to just spent the night&lt;br /&gt;at the resort. yet thanks to their presence (also also to faris and danial who tagged along,making it 6 of us) that made this roadtrip possible as i always pressed to mamat, never ever try riding far with just the two of us. soooo. it served as a good exposure for a first attempt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFyNbbReDI/AAAAAAAABF0/dB8yk88bEX4/s1600/pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503805022197635970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TGFxgd0Z24I/AAAAAAAABFM/AlCvo_pCOBU/s320/pics+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, it was groom my room. credits have to go to shikin who did all the murals, me just being a supporter from the back, teehee. helping to contribute ideas and thus the end result.&lt;br /&gt;and mamat did chipped in too. with the giant orbs on the wall. (he kept insisting that the lesser is nicer onced i suggested polka dots. ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i literally sat for almost an hour just mesmerising once it was completed. what they say is true, great effort brings greater satisfaction :) because we could have just use wallpapers instead for the same outcome right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there goes my tiresome schedule in that period of 5 days, thanks to MOE which added on an extra day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramadhan is here, hopefully i can filled it with an everlasting of good practices. Insyallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all my Muslim friends, happy fasting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8122373951091262282-5965756190039163799?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5965756190039163799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5965756190039163799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7444467835231276731</id><published>2010-08-07T16:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:55:38.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all about family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0ctPOeFEI/AAAAAAAABFE/AZn6M61SUGk/s1600/DSCF2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502585883223528514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0ctPOeFEI/AAAAAAAABFE/AZn6M61SUGk/s320/DSCF2024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0csyPj47I/AAAAAAAABE8/vrj5Bg5Jvqk/s1600/DSCF2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502585875443475378" border="0" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bQ9bWfTI/AAAAAAAABEE/3kZgYGziYd8/s320/DSCF2155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bQdTCj_I/AAAAAAAABD8/LXOy3T7EpH0/s1600/DSCF2203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502584289272958962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bQdTCj_I/AAAAAAAABD8/LXOy3T7EpH0/s320/DSCF2203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bPozFxZI/AAAAAAAABD0/-p0a_0nylkY/s1600/DSCF2179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502584275180307858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bPozFxZI/AAAAAAAABD0/-p0a_0nylkY/s320/DSCF2179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bPbvMxxI/AAAAAAAABDs/vVLVVHWsLsk/s1600/DSCF2237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502584271674328850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0bPbvMxxI/AAAAAAAABDs/vVLVVHWsLsk/s320/DSCF2237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though the 'path' to reach the date 31st July I could say extremely tough, caused me a volcanic pimple on my forehead, thinking about pros and cons..at last i chose the principle, "family comes first". and no regrets:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and congrats to Fiza! having a third in her family soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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family'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TF0ctPOeFEI/AAAAAAAABFE/AZn6M61SUGk/s72-c/DSCF2024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5003944812595181481</id><published>2010-07-11T22:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:06:09.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Air-Light' educator</title><content type='html'>yes. i have been sooo light on my feet that it caused me nearing to almost a week of flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya forgot to mention that it was only 2 weeks after i started working as an allied educator*that's what its supposed to be-dont look at the title of this post*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to give me a ring now to hear my oh-so sexxayy voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not blaming anyone, not my work and obviously not myself. mamat has his own mind of reasons. he said maybe im having some 'withdrawal symptoms' of not being his passive smoker after a long while. i said stop his bull though im proud of him cause its been a while too he has not been lifting a cigg infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bravo to Mamat! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days of reporting to the school, I was invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether its the existing system of the school but i was not given a formal induction and guess what, i had the oh-so 'honour' of setting my own timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean im aware of such incidents that i should be expecting from conversations that i had with some colleugues who are also the allied educators of the school. but i guess i got the worst. cause im the only one who is set to 'assist' in the afternoon session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly pros mostly cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i was so used to waking up nearing to 9 or 10 everyday but due to the fact that im the only allied educator in the afternoon session, i was expected to go in to assist all the 10 primary 2 classes.-exclude one cause they had no failures from the lastest results of their mid year exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because, during the first 3 days when i have not gotten my fixed timetable yet, i was asked to 'try' to group the classes together so that i would see them as a bunch rather than from individual classes. i smiled cause in fact yeah, i thought, please.. give me some work. im so sick of slacking at my workstation staring at my almost empty table. but i was wrong. cause i dont know the proper way to set timetables and the teacher just gave me all the 9 classes' timetables that i need to work up with, i ended up getting fever after 5 hours,almost able to come out with suitable timings for the groupings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was lucky of me when another senior colleugue saw me at my table-she was nice. saying welcome back to me as we used to work together in the primary one level- but she laughed when she saw what i was doing. she said i should have used the 'master' timetable which is a collaborated timetable of all teachers set up in a single page according to subjects-tucked away in the generel office for the heads to use for admin purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to see only the maths periods for all the classes and what i was doing is i kept flipping all the timetables to see only the maths periods and of course causing me confusions every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was mad and happy at the same time with i dont-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to cut the story short, i saved myself another 5 hours of pure torture cause i thought of bringing the timetable home to complete it but actually what happened was the management wasnt aware that i might be going off for a 3 month training in less than 2 months away. so change of plan. they just want me to sit in those classes which need my assistance rather than i set my own timetable for the students from those classes to come to me for their lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is the conclusion? i wasted that previous 5 hours doing something i no longer need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the real working life people?or is this just the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt be angry, i couldnt be mad. i just have to smile and laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean those unnecessary work had indeed filled up my time. and no worries im still being paid for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those first few days i'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a week or so, i glad that i wont just have to sit at my workstation doing useless stuffs. im running around into classes taking the weak ones with me giving them extra coaching. solely in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are only in primary 2. how hard can they be right. so im grateful.&lt;br /&gt;it have been nicely busy recent days for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even agreed to help out with my former primary one maths class as requested by the teacher cause i have some background knowledge of the class' maths progress.it will caused me 5 extra working periods compared to all the other regular teachers. but that doesnt bother me much especially when the teacher thanked me personally and said that she felt that my 'presence' in the class though at that time was just a mere 30 mins, brought positive 'vibes' to the class. i guess that is what it means when teachers mention about 'self-satisfaction'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how about that first day of CCA for me-back at the Cultural and Lifeskills Club-a CCA group that i had know idea how the IC has thrown me into he claimed to be a CCA choice for me for the time being. I was expecting to come, watch and learn on the first day when i report in since i had no idea how the club runs. However,the two teachers who are the old-timers meaning those teachers whom i cant have the freedom of arguing with them that i might not be ready to make my 'first appearance' to the students, wanted me to give a 'short' talk based on a few powerpoint slides-which is btw a very BAD version of how powerpoint slides should be with all the points in complete sentences and one look you can see that it was so obviously copy-pasted from wikipedia. hell no i wont read from the slides even though they suggested me too. the fact that i came unprepared is the least that i want the kids to see on my very first day. the 'short' talk was actually a must for every CCA session as the kids have to bring back a good learning value.so that week it was about Loyalty. and the icon featured for that week is Leftenan Adnan. maybe because they see im a Malay so maybe they thought it would easy peasy for me to just blabber something about that legendary man. but they were wrong. even though of course i had known some about him doesnt mean a good presentation need no proper preparation aint it? they should tell me hours in advance at least. it was really not fair i think. but i took it as a challenge. in that 30 minutes or so when the kids were doing something else,i had my own ideas on how i should plan my speech. i browsed on to Youtube. of course our youths just love watching videos right? so i planned my points on loyalty using some snippets from the true based movie-(lucky me someone have uploaded them,bless him)Leftenan Adnan-for those who have watched it, it was the one acted by Msian Hairie Othman and Umie Aida. and lo and behold, though i spoke with a slight sore-throat 'accent', i could see the kids were listening intently for that almost 15 minutes of my speech-none of them were doing something else,reading their own book or merely staring out of the window cause in that school those acts are pretty normal. the power of videos i should say yeah? the other 3 teachers praised me of the good job and nothing can compete with the fact that one of the teachers, a very old teacher ,in fact my former teacher back then when i was in that school though i dont think she remembers me and whom i thought would not be generous of giving good remarks to newbies like me, commented that all the students were 'all interested' and she did mentioned 'very good'. i shared with Mamat about this incident and i heared another earful of praises that i'll only get from him 'once in a blue moon' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not proud of myself or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa.its really healthy to give yourself some self-encouragement once in a while.teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these for the fact that i did go home every day feeling as productive as ever.&lt;br /&gt;not so much for the bad incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. remember i said that i got myself a stupid fever while doing that stupid timetable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt had time to fully recuperate from it after that cause of the daily work and also my current 3 tuitions that i refused to quit yet as i want to commit to it till the end of this year, my fever changes to flu followed by a bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dearies,esp liyah who always thought that im busy the whole 5 days after my work with tuitions. good news for y'all, im squeezing all my 3 tuitions to only 2 days per week instead of 4 days. its such a bore going to pasir ris when there's no Mamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna be free here at jurong for most of the days. *wink2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe gonna take mc tomorrow which ive been procrastinating. but its too coincidental with say the people who's going to skip work tomorrow too just to catch the finals of the world cup later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. we'll see how. im bidding for spain cause spain sounds nicer than holland. haaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. this week we watched Predator. i prefer the old versions cause now it lacked of actions. only gory and some emotionals. last week's Knight and Day is a must watch. wanna catch Twilight some day soon. still havent watch Toy Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here it is. latest updates for my own reading in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a looong post with all words and no pictures btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5003944812595181481?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5003944812595181481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5003944812595181481' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Today as i was flipping through one of my favourite magazines, I read that the scientists had just found out recently that planet Mars will change its directions of course around the sun.that means soon the sun will rise from the west instead of the east. Muslims should know that one day, this WILL happen. n it is going to be one of the biggest signs of the end of the world besides all the other signs that  we are seeing now.I cant deny it, I am one of those people living in the age of stupid. at these age, all i can say is the people who are pious and priortise the hereafter they are the ones crying now. For many reasons. Those who spend their time thinking,finds no reason to laugh anymore.  Im praying that we will all  belong to the group that will be blessed. God willing.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2843520472321647226?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2843520472321647226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2843520472321647226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2843520472321647226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2843520472321647226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/06/age-of-stupid.html' title='age of stupid'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7451652484580037699</id><published>2010-06-24T15:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:27:54.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day more to my 21st</title><content type='html'>it seems that everyone pays extra attention when it comes to their 21st year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. to be honest so am i. but with the situation now, after 2 weeks of mamat's enrolment, i didnt expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, a nice 'cake-sharing' moment with the girls back at Aishah's family chalet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've been waiting for me to update some so i shall just start with the so called biggest event that has ever happened to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. SO7-DMASSIV CONCERT!! back on 2nd of June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by thinking of it makes me wanna get up to my feet again and JUMP to the rhythms of SO7 greatest hits--again--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, he has kept his promise. really really well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8C3PCnDArts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8C3PCnDArts&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to say a few words with this former heart throb of mine. haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the price of the tickets plus the chance to meet and greet was pretty acceptable so without thinking twice straightaway i reached for the phone to booked two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told mamat this, " alah, treat this like an advance birthday present for me lahh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. and it worked. cause mamat was pretty skeptical to spend abit more of our hard earned.and it caused us a few minutes of hot argument when we ended up late for the meet and greet. he said, that extra bucks will go to a waste if we ended just getting a few minutes of that 'precious' hour with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with God willing, somehow that one hour stretched so i was pretty satisfied after that. haa. because their meet and greet was super informal. i mean this is my first time getting that so called VIP passes that kind of thing for a concert and such and really there was this one time where i was caught blur at that moment when i saw my idols roamed freely amongst us, i mean where were the typical swarm of screaming girls? haha. i even caught Eross in action muching cheese hotdog by himself. *and yeah, thats when i took advantage of that moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to cut it short, it was so worth every dollar. *BRAVO to Green Media*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i should learn from this first outdoor concert. its free seating and i chose a spot just nicely around 3 metres form the stage. and how i wished i have taken that spot just infront of the stage because once the idols were up, in just milliseconds, the space infront of us were infested with loud screaming crowd and i can bet you 90% of them were not our fellow singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should learn how to act 'appropriately' in an outdoor concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'STAND AND JUMP' to the music mannnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was a short 4 hours combining two of my favourite bands. and the next day, i spent the whole day in bed. it was that tiring even though we did not felt quite like it during the 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we let our hair down just days before mamat said byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fine to be honest. time well spent with other important stuffs like family bonding and grandma-visiting. mamat thought i have already went behind his back doing things he is 'expecting' me to. haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nope. too tired to be over all those stuffs again. im grateful for what i have now. occasional meet-ups with the girls, being with my mom and in good talking terms with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the better we shall see yeah?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few cherished pics here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest i shall dump it in that 'growing webbed' FB page of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/TCMZoqM1uTI/AAAAAAAABDk/KKWbpuFUgLM/s72-c/pics+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-794802424744994593</id><published>2010-06-19T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:39:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for crying out loud</title><content type='html'>i want to update about lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly time constraint,partly lack of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to get my netbook an upgrade of RAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis is waiting for me to handover this macbk back to her in a few seconds time whilst booking some tickets just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kesian sey aku*&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-794802424744994593?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/794802424744994593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=794802424744994593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/794802424744994593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/794802424744994593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-crying-out-loud.html' title='for crying out loud'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1074047435486372183</id><published>2010-05-03T11:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:42:02.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dang</title><content type='html'>thats not a short form for DANG-dut ehh. im just 40% frustrated now that on the last day of the postponed period where i need to go for the medical check up, im down with flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these while ive been asking myself when im gonna get it since its puzzling to see myself able to cope with a sudden wave of dry cough+flu 'outbreak' in the school among us colleugues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when me and mamat went back from our 'movie-marathon' date at JB on saturday night that i felt a sudden soreness in my throat and suddenly my nostrils went like a leaking pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it drag till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was supposed to be a medical-check-up-in-the-morning-then-a-popeye-lunch&lt;br /&gt;(since they had a $5.50 offer for a 3 piece chicken meal on Mayday)-followed-by-ironman2,ipman2 movie date with mamat.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known that it was a public holiday so the clinic was closed.so striked off the first two.so it was straight to the movie date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that 2 movies that are long awaited for, i even booked online for the tickets and really how i prefer booking the tickets online to watch at the cathay in JB from now on. you booked your seats and you pay on that day itself,with cash even! easy or what. only that you need to come at least an hour or 2 on peak periods to pay for your seats or else your booking would be cancelled. (that was what happen to our 4pm show of ironman2 as the crowd was crazy,labour day katekan..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily the person was nice to let us buy new seats cause we were in the almost empty 'telephone or online bookings' only counter,and when she said our bookings were cancelled,i was expecting her to say 'oh..sorry you should have come earlier,please proceed to the other counters.' and i would be looking helplessly at the snaking queues beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is at JB. what if singapore? i would bet you would be greeted with the glowing red words of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'sold out'&lt;/span&gt; at every theaters even for movie showtimes that are hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats for the movies. Ironman is great for a sequel as compared to Transformers and the Chipmunks where they always try to make the second the better but ended up disappointing in terms of a more confusing storyline. more actions definitely but i takleh carry when Tony Stark manage to create a new element..yes!element. the ones that you need to memorise from your periodic table during chemistry lessons. hahaa. they can create all sorts of 'genius-ism' for the superhero to be able to beat the worst-ever-that you-come-out-with enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall. its 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. IPman2. never a disappointment. featuring Sammo Hung. the martial art skills shown made my jaw dropped even more lower as compared to the first movie and a more deeper and stronger message of taking care of your roots,where you come from,modesty,integrity,respect and all those cool shat. i just love this movie. can say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will there be IP man 3? haaa. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways since it was MayDay, our bikes decided to take an 'off day' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of all the days where my bike decided to burst its gas tube. oil was leaking and all the workshops were closed. so had to bring mamat's bike instead. and with that he took the advantage to 'make-over' his bike though not much. only had stickers on his rims. but still, it was unnecessary. he has been rambling on and on about the colours for the paintwork. gosh. get it done and over with soon please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i felt silly to be 'jealous' of his split attention of me and his bike. haaa. i know. wth.&lt;br /&gt;that machine should be matchmade with my Gilera instead since it also joined the 'Mayday' fit. oil was leaking when we rode back home. mamat thought the tank wasnt screwed in well which explains the leak. but it turned out that mamat's gas tube was burst too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two problems in one weekend. no alternatives. its a lucky that the our favourite uncle,Ah Chuan from the SPC repair shop at pasir ris happens to live in Jurong. (talk about blissful fate or what.hee) he's the only one we can rely on when it comes to 'honest' service. mamat was still mad over the $20 workmanship from the motorshop he went to check out near here. not only the overpriced workmanship,the uncle claimed that it gonna take up some skills to do things for mamat's bike lah,no time to do it lahh and all that bull. thats the only thing im not proud of to be living here in jurong. the ah peks workshop here are all conmen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, Ah Chuan did a little bit of overtime work when we brought both our bikes under his void deck, all in the name of friendship and free macdonalds meals that he's going to get from mamat.haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing was we dont have to come out with a single cent as what he did was to just cut off part of the tubes that were burst and fix the rest back in. its like reuse and recycle. haa. smart huh. talk about skills..cheit! that haolien uncle shouldnt even open up that repair shop in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. thats the whole weekend for you. no pics as usual. unless its the pale faces of me with a leaking nose that you wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to take a train trip,just from here to raffles place lahh.haa. weather very inconsistent and i dont wanna waste on the ERPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastinate no more. im going to have a full thorough check up for the new job and hopefully they'll check on my flu too. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow sin chee&lt;br /&gt;cheers everybody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-1074047435486372183?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1074047435486372183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1074047435486372183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1074047435486372183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1074047435486372183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/05/dang.html' title='dang'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-855929742115162250</id><published>2010-04-28T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:11:21.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its like a bombshell</title><content type='html'>even though we were already expecting that mamat is going to get letter from MINDEF soon eversince he made his plead to the MP last 2 weeks, i have no idea why i wasnt expecting him to get into the civil defence force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked for the 'almost impossible'- exemption or early enlistment. he got the latter. and ended up getting the same letter too as his brother. hahaa. thats what i called 'brothers for life' eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. thats rite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shila is going to be officially 'handicapped' starting from 8th June 2010 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some girls might jump and say 'Yipppeee! finally my boyfriend is going NS..F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angelic&lt;/span&gt; of a girlfriend im always am.. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some faces turning purple&lt;/span&gt;* theres not a slightest of such thoughts. (hopefully, God willing for the next 24 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wouldnt have that time either, with the new job, and the decision to just stick to the 3 tuition assignments that i have now until the end of the year, my hands are sure damn full already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to see on the bright side, though the best thing that could have happened, is for mamat to be enlisted into the police force as what a dear friend always say, 'police lepak nak mampos!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, luckily it isnt army either. or else, you would see me rotting for like weeks staring at my boyfriend's pics in the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some perceptions of guys in the civil defence definitely but still mamat is just mamat. i always tell him not to worry a single bit about me. its him that im worried about. haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*name pon da mat. memang hidup mati mat lah!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. okay. pay wise, its better compared to the army so thats another plus point:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has to go on, though im tempted for us to quit our jobs for the time being just to 'enjoy' life before the big day. haha. but that wouldnt be necessary either. we are used to coping with the 'long distance relationship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that confidence for you bebeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. im sure im not the only one who would be all teary-eyed on the 8th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheers to all who has been,are having or will have to have their boyfriends taken.ladies, we are doing our part too for the nation if you dont realised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat, dont worry. im fine,you'll be fine too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-855929742115162250?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/855929742115162250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=855929742115162250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/855929742115162250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/855929742115162250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-like-bombshell.html' title='its like a bombshell'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-711900141817686231</id><published>2010-04-27T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T03:20:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going purple &amp; the girls</title><content type='html'>going to keep this post short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick updates on some major happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;officially ended my 'relief' when the teacher who went for the maternity leave came back. the students dont know that the next day im no longer there. let them be blur like sotong. im still going to see them in school after next term so i dont find it a big deal to make it a public announcement on which day i'm exactly leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LMs treat us to canadian pizza lunch in the school's pantry. in a way to thank us the RTs, me, Janice and Suria who fortunately will be sent to Shuqun pri for her AED contract next term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no pictures taken.like i said, im still going to see them permanently from next term onwards. just looking forward for another gathering with the all BLGPS' belles once again. hopefully it wont just be a talk-no-action plan though. we appointed Janice to the 'organizer'. Kite flying at Marina Barrage maybe? haa. been trying to drag Mamat for the same thing but to no avail though. thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, another makan session with my favourite trios. this time we talked about more 'serious' issues. since Is has also plunge herself into the everday-wake-up-go-to-work world, we discussed about matters which woke up us from the dream of 'you-are-still-in-your-teens' to the 'you-are-no-longer-in-your-teens-so-get-youself-a-job'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting marriage issues. haa. though that was not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the long awaited day of the Ungu concert finally came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the saying was true. dont expect so much from something you are expecting.&lt;br /&gt;the concert was a so-so. since me and mamat has went to all the 3 concerts; from a small space where people stand up to watch the concert at expo, to that in esplanade and this, what i can say is Ungu has no other surprises. its just that. adorable looks, great voice, great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert was totally 'janji melayu' supposed to start at 8pm, we went in at 7.50pm and only by 8.40pm, band Tujuh made their opening act. Ungu sang, in a middle of breaks, short clips of the lyrics of their hit songs were shown on the giant screen from the visualizers like those people use during the school assemblies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sang. and how the audience love Pasha,the vocalist. he chatted most of the time while picking on his band members especially the youngest one,Onci. they exchanged places though not much. Onci sang, Pasha played the drums. the fact that Pasha is a good joker made the concert light heartening for the makciks2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert seemed to be too short when suddenly Hady Mirza made his appearance. he duet only 2 songs with Pasha and then thanked the organizers. so was Pasha.the drummer did his solo for what seemed like a whole ten minutes though it was a brilliant play by him. then the stage darkened. thats when most of the audience thought that the concert has ended just like how they did at esplanade too.only then it was right at that time. but not for this. me and mamat made our exit together with some others. the rest were still calling out for their favourite band for an encore. while mamat took his smoke break outside, we heard music. i can assure you that i was pissed when we found out that the concert has not yet ended. waliaoweii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought it was just music to accompany the people's exit to the door but then we heard Pasha's voice again. and his sang his last song. *lucky for us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told mamat, lets try going for other bands' concert. thats it for Ungu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i had fun going purple which came unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkktotiHI/AAAAAAAABBc/RX09fko2ZHI/s1600/23042010421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464525042260740210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkktotiHI/AAAAAAAABBc/RX09fko2ZHI/s320/23042010421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkkUn6tnI/AAAAAAAABBU/tnTSiYrq8ZA/s1600/23042010422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464525035546523250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkkUn6tnI/AAAAAAAABBU/tnTSiYrq8ZA/s320/23042010422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (we missed one pic of Liyah's since she was the one snapping these 'beautiful' pictures of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9Xkj1ZrZwI/AAAAAAAABBM/rhUgVFW9288/s1600/24042010452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464525027165300482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9Xkj1ZrZwI/AAAAAAAABBM/rhUgVFW9288/s320/24042010452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkjIFMexI/AAAAAAAABBE/kJzfp7StoeE/s1600/24042010451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464525014999792402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkjIFMexI/AAAAAAAABBE/kJzfp7StoeE/s320/24042010451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkIHsr3sI/AAAAAAAABA8/bLyo6vLp7SQ/s1600/24042010450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464524551040523970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkIHsr3sI/AAAAAAAABA8/bLyo6vLp7SQ/s320/24042010450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkHk2PEjI/AAAAAAAABA0/bmuW5WzrsvA/s1600/24042010447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464524541685338674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkHk2PEjI/AAAAAAAABA0/bmuW5WzrsvA/s320/24042010447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we all looked so bored see? waiting for show to start(oh ya.fyi,the girl beside me is a huge fan of Ungu all the way from Indonesia) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkHM5GCiI/AAAAAAAABAs/CaUFEIHbkzc/s1600/24042010443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464524535254878754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkHM5GCiI/AAAAAAAABAs/CaUFEIHbkzc/s320/24042010443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkGzsMoOI/AAAAAAAABAk/a5Bk9evSe_A/s1600/24042010441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464523127172587762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9Xi1PYHYPI/AAAAAAAAA_U/kZsMdYviUhM/s320/24042010427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9Xi0sZYOiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/8izTltILRUo/s1600/24042010424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464523117782645282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9Xi0sZYOiI/AAAAAAAAA_M/8izTltILRUo/s320/24042010424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-711900141817686231?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/711900141817686231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=711900141817686231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/711900141817686231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/711900141817686231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-purple-girls.html' title='going purple &amp; the girls'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S9XkktotiHI/AAAAAAAABBc/RX09fko2ZHI/s72-c/23042010421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5036340133404231714</id><published>2010-04-10T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:47:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback</title><content type='html'>hello hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince the big news of me having to be posted bck to blgps for my AED contract, i had been down with depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. bedek je lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditching this blog for almost a month had some reasons to that but the bigger reasons lies to the huge workload eversince the term started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying my best to keep the kids on leash with their progress for numerous tasks *which brings us back to the point that being a kid in a primary school today is bloody not easy compared to our times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and furthermore, with the earth getting older, natural disasters everywhere, the thought pisses me when some organisation *i think,couldnt be the govt right?* 'pleads' to the whole world to turn veg just to save ourselves from the speedy rise of the sea level due to melting of ice in the arctics. i mean,have u seen the booklets that been sent to you?complete with a dvd showing the 'cruelty' of the people who eat meat? we are desperate for sure, but how can you force the world to turn their backs on the fact that WE ARE THE ONES CAUSING ALL THIS? why blame it on people who eat meat?people eat meat since ages ago, and that has been the way we live. the problem is, humans are greedy, we take more than what we need and when the earth started to show some 'punishments', we run away scared, planning new solutions. and hate the part where they use various means to brainwash us till the extent of quoting from religions that it support being veg as well, and for Islam, being someone who's in no position to comment whatever holy scripts there is as im still learning as well, still think that Islam does not prohibits eating meat.if it is, why every year we had the slaughtering of cattles during Hari Raya Haji? so they blindly quote, i dont know where they get it that our Prophet Muhammad(peace be upon him) had said 'don't let our stomach be the graveyard for animals'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are doomed for sure,lets just face it. all we have to do is relent and try to change ourselves before trying to change others. the future is bleak for sure. the younger generations are no hope either, maybe their brains might get bigger but their morale?  gosh. being a teacher now in school is an eye opener. see their degrading characters, you will know what i mean. system now is, teachers hands are tied, we are not allowed to even lay a finger on them though that is the best treatment for some of these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember the times it was common for the mothers to wait for the kids with the rotans at home? not only that teachers in school are equipped too with the 'magic weapon'.(we also had the alternatives; ruler, feather dusters etc) but now everytime we see that scenario, MCYS, whatever child's right protection organisation that they can come out with comes into the picture, i didnt say that these people are bad,preventing the right thingsto be done. im just saying these petty petty issues of us trying to discipline the kids in the way that they deserves, the way that has always been for our parents, the way that has develops the character of our forefathers who knows the term 'respect' and 'fear' for the elders,should be let off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just concentrate on bigger pictures like child slavery in India, child prostitutes in Indonesia..those kind of things instead lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in singapore the kids are too pampered already,having full access to various materials, media entertainment and lavish life, new laws are further imposed to further 'protect' them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we should be the ones who must be protected from these kids.heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what i am trying to say is, before we want to change the world be it turning to veg or anything. change ourselves. importantly our kids. because they are the reflection of the future that we might get. using whatever means that we can now, me speaking on behalf of some teachers who felt they are no longer feared by their kids just because some of our own rights has been taken away from us.even for some parents. but that's okay. most of them now are like lab mice, running on on wheel of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'to survive in spore,we need lots and lots i mean lots of money,to be happy'&lt;/span&gt; race. they no longer have time for their kids. so its being thrown off to the teachers. and im going to be part of it. furthermore for those who dont know, most of the job scope for the AED revolves around kids who are disadvantaged. be it studies wise or moral values wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog might revolves around those issues too likely from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to give a say when the system is rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5036340133404231714?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5036340133404231714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5036340133404231714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5036340133404231714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5036340133404231714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/04/comeback.html' title='comeback'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7382750185445650904</id><published>2010-03-12T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:19:24.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be</title><content type='html'>im just going to keep this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULLILAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the 'sotong' me, i did not realised that i have 'successfully cleared' the AED interview even though that two words were in the sms that the MOE sent me two days back. only when we were just randomly talking about the AED with the collegues at the dinner table just now, Fiza said that when you get the sms, "most probably" the person would get the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it means most probably,doesnt mean that i already got it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what comes to your mind when they sent you an sms which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you have sucessfully cleared theAED(T&amp;amp;L) interview. Details will be furnished wef 25 March 2010 &amp;amp; appt is subjected to approval"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamat says that i have already gotten it but im not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but definitely the chances are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure, i hope that they WONT post me back to BLGPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret not saying (in a positive way) during the interview when they asked me what if they were to send me back to BLGPS that i dont mind but I PREFER to be sent to other schools to "gain experiences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workload are still there despite the upcoming one week holiday. i wont call it a holiday if there are some markings need to be done and catching up to do for my dear 2 kids who have been "MIA-ing" from school (absent without any news whatsoever) since the past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so PLEASE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me get the position but not at this fucked-up school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say, the more you hate the more likely you will end up in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just have to relent and prepare for the worst i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7382750185445650904?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7382750185445650904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7382750185445650904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7382750185445650904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7382750185445650904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to be or not to be'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-213385634440469388</id><published>2010-03-10T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:37:38.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K.I.D.S</title><content type='html'>for the first time today, i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because of something happened to my bike, my hair or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but due to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe in order to avoid "parents-teacher squabble" later, i quickly took charge(of course i have to be in-charge) when two of my boys,one of them with a very big 'baluku' and the other some small scratch at his chin with some exaggerated complaints of pain in the head, the arms etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason? one boy were pushing the other infront of him and then he hit another friend infront and so they toppled like dominos, while they were going down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know kids being kids and they tend to play and injure themselves. but what happen if you see a kid under your care comes to you with a huge blue-black lump on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i did, was shout at the top of my lungs for the culprits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i scolded and humiliate(okay, that's bad i know) them infront of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i want to let them see that the outcomes are serious. i already have one boy in the class with a cast arm and that was also due to his own mischievous act to have climbed the school's fence(which i chose not to tell the parent as they already thought that it was due to the boy's falling down) i used it instead as a "threaten" to him that if he were to misbehave in my class, i would spill the beans to his mom; and so far it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this, they pushed one another..man that is serious for an 8-year-old kid i must say. 20 years down the road they might even hold a gun to their friends' head probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i thought too far. but i have learnt that being a teacher though im just a relief in a school like blgps is not easy, a handful of them dont get any support be it financially or emotionally by their parents. and as said by the VP, "to be a teacher in RGS and BLGPS requires a total DIFFERENT set of skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never agree more to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont wear our brains to teach these kids. we have to wear our hearts. go the extra mile just to ensure that they will get as much an all-rounded education as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh. a new thing i have learnt. but i dont think these answers would play a big time if i were to bring out during any interview with the MOE. (will it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so speaking of that i finally linked one of my most favourite blogs. Happeepill.com. thanks to my dear sisters, they always mimicked some funny scenes and i wondered where they got them. just a regular blog by an average fellow singaporean who calls himself "Evil Bunny"to remain anonymous. but its funny and interesting due to the inserted cartoons and clips. better than those blogs i read which is full of emo-shit or 'flowery' stuff going on in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;so besides those of my gfs, this is a must webbie for me when im in the mood of blog-hopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days to the end of term one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination is sometimes a pleasure, i have pushed most of my tuition lessons to next week, knowing that i'll be freaking freeeeee.hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah cruising to only another two teaching days in school(hopefully its going to be a 'cruise')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-213385634440469388?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/213385634440469388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=213385634440469388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/213385634440469388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/213385634440469388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/03/kids.html' title='K.I.D.S'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-892451990168704882</id><published>2010-03-07T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:53:01.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shall think of 6 impossible things during breakfast every morning</title><content type='html'>i love the message Alice in Wonderland tries to convey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there's no impossibility in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though life is just temporary, we have the power to do what we want in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day,i might want to consider showing it to the kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, have gotten ourselves tickets to the one and only mega Ungu concert which would be in next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during when we purchased the tickets, we made ourselves a big joke which i must say the 'joke of the year'. haaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very the embarrasing. story cut short, we didnt know that the OCBC card that we have is a debit card which is NOT used as NETS even though it has NETS in it. so when we paid for the tickets, i absent-mindedly signed the receipt though the card was named after mamat. and then mamat told me that he didnt recall applying for Visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we asked the counter lady whether the amount has been deducted because we want it to be taken from the savings account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still remember vividly the &lt;em&gt;blur+stupid&lt;/em&gt; face she gave me which has made me felt like a complete idiot after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when mamat gave a call to the OCBC hotline, then we know how the usage of the card is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means that the  card has the same usage as Visa,Master etc only there's no credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. really it scares me when anything you want to buy is just one 'signature' away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that would be the last time we will pay for anything using the card. (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just love the AXS machine. it really helps when you want to get seats in the theatres during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S5O0_MLq_LI/AAAAAAAAA_E/jau9JPTh0J8/s1600-h/07032010413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445895372115999922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S5O0_MLq_LI/AAAAAAAAA_E/jau9JPTh0J8/s320/07032010413.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i found this scene interesting while we were across the borders at Shell during the wee hours yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S5O0-ihQxbI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SkArwBwgvCQ/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445895360932267442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S5O0-ihQxbI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SkArwBwgvCQ/s320/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so who might win the race to a full tank of cheap petrol? the green or the black team?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at last i got myself a new bag which i can call it my own. we spent two days searching from Jurong Point, Plaza Singapura , Raffles City for a suitable yet affordable bag which could fit an A4 size file as im going to use it daily to school and also the tuitions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indeed mamat had the same 'taste' which came unexpectedly for me. finally our opinions coincides. when we saw the bag at 'The Box', he said it was nice, and so for me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaa. i feel like a kid being happy before the first day of school;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh tomorrow is Monday right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&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/8122373951091262282-892451990168704882?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/892451990168704882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=892451990168704882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/892451990168704882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/892451990168704882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-think-of-6-impossible-things.html' title='i shall think of 6 impossible things during breakfast every morning'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S5O0_MLq_LI/AAAAAAAAA_E/jau9JPTh0J8/s72-c/07032010413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7592168499357681111</id><published>2010-03-03T22:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:19:38.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mamat turned double two</title><content type='html'>(pictures go from reverse order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46MPknJgHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DJFqLjKyubY/s1600-h/28022010408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444443198691311730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46MPknJgHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DJFqLjKyubY/s320/28022010408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boarding the last ferry home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L2Jey2nI/AAAAAAAAA-c/DdU6ffKDPDk/s1600-h/28022010407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442761911786098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L2Jey2nI/AAAAAAAAA-c/DdU6ffKDPDk/s320/28022010407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L1rod_cI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6o038uD5Auo/s1600-h/28022010406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442753899298242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L1rod_cI/AAAAAAAAA-U/6o038uD5Auo/s320/28022010406.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L1K0ygrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2pFgBBpjx9A/s1600-h/28022010405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442745092604594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L1K0ygrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2pFgBBpjx9A/s320/28022010405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;encore to self-pampering;this time at Mega Mall foot reflexology &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L0f4ni3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/-x9GHF4f90U/s1600-h/28022010404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442733565938546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46L0f4ni3I/AAAAAAAAA-E/-x9GHF4f90U/s320/28022010404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; virgin meal at their pizza hut. ours is better in terms of taste.*self-dubbed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LzxY7jXI/AAAAAAAAA98/wjTsRMG4x4I/s1600-h/28022010403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442721085001074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LzxY7jXI/AAAAAAAAA98/wjTsRMG4x4I/s320/28022010403.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LSwhYEzI/AAAAAAAAA90/z7szLVzYaWU/s1600-h/28022010402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442153916306226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LSwhYEzI/AAAAAAAAA90/z7szLVzYaWU/s320/28022010402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the day we checked out, we decided to spent some rupiah at nagoya hill. so off we went in the free shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LSaP1hGI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YINI0r7MRoM/s1600-h/28022010395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442147937158242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LSaP1hGI/AAAAAAAAA9s/YINI0r7MRoM/s320/28022010395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LR9mvRBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Zs0HsrHFly0/s1600-h/28022010394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442140248589330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LR9mvRBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Zs0HsrHFly0/s320/28022010394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they were constructing something new, ironically they should do that to those older facilities that they have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LRWKES8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/GsItAQVXHms/s1600-h/28022010393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442129659349954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LRWKES8I/AAAAAAAAA9c/GsItAQVXHms/s320/28022010393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; favourite fake slumber pose &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LQ2jGN6I/AAAAAAAAA9U/AjDMNiiYTRw/s1600-h/28022010392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444442121174398882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46LQ2jGN6I/AAAAAAAAA9U/AjDMNiiYTRw/s320/28022010392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KoUV_z9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/pXATimO77Uk/s1600-h/28022010391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441424797880274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KoUV_z9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/pXATimO77Uk/s320/28022010391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;loved the morning view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KnkSoO9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/JoahCX94MYg/s1600-h/28022010390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441411898850258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KnkSoO9I/AAAAAAAAA9E/JoahCX94MYg/s320/28022010390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Kmw8RgpI/AAAAAAAAA88/IK70VGroUlw/s1600-h/28022010389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441398114878098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Kmw8RgpI/AAAAAAAAA88/IK70VGroUlw/s320/28022010389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i only realised that this was outside the room the next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KmCwvMPI/AAAAAAAAA80/lTzclD_9QZU/s1600-h/27022010388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441385718460658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KmCwvMPI/AAAAAAAAA80/lTzclD_9QZU/s320/27022010388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KliVOEOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/DnNO8gSwbrQ/s1600-h/27022010386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444441377013108962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46KliVOEOI/AAAAAAAAA8s/DnNO8gSwbrQ/s320/27022010386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Jz4HreyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/eg-7Ig5VVlo/s1600-h/27022010382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440523868437282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Jz4HreyI/AAAAAAAAA8k/eg-7Ig5VVlo/s320/27022010382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enjoying the moonlight by the pool after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JzZOTpbI/AAAAAAAAA8c/cXrG1zt5380/s1600-h/27022010377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440515574736306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JzZOTpbI/AAAAAAAAA8c/cXrG1zt5380/s320/27022010377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JzKwbedI/AAAAAAAAA8U/w65EXxHDB5M/s1600-h/27022010376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440511691323858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JzKwbedI/AAAAAAAAA8U/w65EXxHDB5M/s320/27022010376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they sang all languages except in their own native tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JydygauI/AAAAAAAAA8M/zjpvser4MBY/s1600-h/27022010374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440499620440802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JydygauI/AAAAAAAAA8M/zjpvser4MBY/s320/27022010374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trying to flick out the meat out of the &lt;em&gt;gong-gong siput&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JxlIPDWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9wlou4IkOhA/s1600-h/27022010373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444440484410756450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JxlIPDWI/AAAAAAAAA8E/9wlou4IkOhA/s320/27022010373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JUrAXDdI/AAAAAAAAA78/UFbuQPLYTH0/s1600-h/27022010372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439987772132818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JUrAXDdI/AAAAAAAAA78/UFbuQPLYTH0/s320/27022010372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner by the pool was just great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JUGiS6rI/AAAAAAAAA70/1WXiPNWXKQU/s1600-h/27022010370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439977982356146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JUGiS6rI/AAAAAAAAA70/1WXiPNWXKQU/s320/27022010370.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had the choice of having an eight course meal served to us but still we did not regret choosing this. kampong theme with all the seafood, buffet style :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JTUsSU9I/AAAAAAAAA7s/rDSOa08w1UI/s1600-h/27022010369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439964602487762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JTUsSU9I/AAAAAAAAA7s/rDSOa08w1UI/s320/27022010369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;eat to our hearts' content&lt;/em&gt;; thats his motto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JS397IlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7pAO-jra89A/s1600-h/27022010367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439956891837010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JS397IlI/AAAAAAAAA7k/7pAO-jra89A/s320/27022010367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JSOTaP8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/b6oXXOSRPQI/s1600-h/27022010366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439945707667394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46JSOTaP8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/b6oXXOSRPQI/s320/27022010366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IlSKOtMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/J5cpfrqXR-k/s1600-h/27022010365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439173648790722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IlSKOtMI/AAAAAAAAA7U/J5cpfrqXR-k/s320/27022010365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;balinese styled huts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Ik6iXbfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/pqnQKzvBYw4/s1600-h/27022010364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439167307574770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Ik6iXbfI/AAAAAAAAA7M/pqnQKzvBYw4/s320/27022010364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IkbCFCmI/AAAAAAAAA7E/MeEfCxgvWUA/s1600-h/27022010362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439158850652770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IkbCFCmI/AAAAAAAAA7E/MeEfCxgvWUA/s320/27022010362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Ij_Rc5_I/AAAAAAAAA68/J0zOVNPvb1o/s1600-h/27022010359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439151398938610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Ij_Rc5_I/AAAAAAAAA68/J0zOVNPvb1o/s320/27022010359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IjTyWxaI/AAAAAAAAA60/BVuIXaTQfso/s1600-h/27022010358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444439139725788578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IjTyWxaI/AAAAAAAAA60/BVuIXaTQfso/s320/27022010358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IHPuquzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dBjJwoKnVic/s1600-h/27022010357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438657600240434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IHPuquzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dBjJwoKnVic/s320/27022010357.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IG7J9OpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/W_tToaWf5Jk/s1600-h/27022010356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438652077554322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IG7J9OpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/W_tToaWf5Jk/s320/27022010356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;somehow i was good this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IGY01b1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/50lIKQfD-iM/s1600-h/27022010354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438642862157650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IGY01b1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/50lIKQfD-iM/s320/27022010354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IFuxQAAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UsX0pEM2qJY/s1600-h/27022010353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438631572832258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IFuxQAAI/AAAAAAAAA6U/UsX0pEM2qJY/s320/27022010353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IFdDqs6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/JSpEinhHMLc/s1600-h/27022010352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438626818241442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46IFdDqs6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/JSpEinhHMLc/s320/27022010352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the worker turned &lt;em&gt;superhero&lt;/em&gt; to save us when the game suddenly got stuck due to rare maintainence(i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Hr_CXo-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/0R3rrts7NM8/s1600-h/27022010350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438189263004642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Hr_CXo-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/0R3rrts7NM8/s320/27022010350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its just us by the way.haha..that's what i call 'total peace'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HrAc-6AI/AAAAAAAAA50/HYVi8UgB7Kg/s1600-h/27022010348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438172463196162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HrAc-6AI/AAAAAAAAA50/HYVi8UgB7Kg/s320/27022010348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HqVbOiXI/AAAAAAAAA5s/1313fGOVr5w/s1600-h/27022010347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438160913107314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HqVbOiXI/AAAAAAAAA5s/1313fGOVr5w/s320/27022010347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the second room we got changed to after the unfortunate incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Hpw0b9mI/AAAAAAAAA5k/yWsrDx8ZZ-Y/s1600-h/27022010346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438151086732898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46Hpw0b9mI/AAAAAAAAA5k/yWsrDx8ZZ-Y/s320/27022010346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the fallen board which missed mamat's head by the inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HJNA3fRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GICHt47RfWI/s1600-h/27022010345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444437591719378194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HJNA3fRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GICHt47RfWI/s320/27022010345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HIjvbaqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/h-AqiycMdxI/s1600-h/27022010343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444437580640381602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HIjvbaqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/h-AqiycMdxI/s320/27022010343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HIBOlJyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/StN7bbmNSIU/s1600-h/27022010342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444437571375802146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HIBOlJyI/AAAAAAAAA5M/StN7bbmNSIU/s320/27022010342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, that's the toilet with the tub*with no door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HH3iBM2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/WxowlZreBEU/s1600-h/27022010341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444437568772977506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HH3iBM2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/WxowlZreBEU/s320/27022010341.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HHJ0uRCI/AAAAAAAAA48/qawWbHxvgS4/s1600-h/27022010340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444437556503397410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46HHJ0uRCI/AAAAAAAAA48/qawWbHxvgS4/s320/27022010340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;feeling2 honeymoon. haaa. cheap package it is. s$300 for two. dinner with 2 hours spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46GAyEsrBI/AAAAAAAAA40/eaiKuEfeWew/s1600-h/27022010337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444436347537107986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46GAyEsrBI/AAAAAAAAA40/eaiKuEfeWew/s320/27022010337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waterfront terminal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46GAS1-zMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/diUwOPKJZOc/s1600-h/27022010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444436339153882306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46GAS1-zMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/diUwOPKJZOc/s320/27022010336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anticipating the trip over the seasick-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D6q0P1tI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pp_COhwW9C0/s1600-h/25022010333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444434043486590674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D6q0P1tI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pp_COhwW9C0/s320/25022010333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mamat's best buddy in his sec sch days till now. glad that she'd joined us though it came unplanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D6ThIafI/AAAAAAAAA3c/VVx0sYXfWsU/s1600-h/25022010331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444434037232396786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D6ThIafI/AAAAAAAAA3c/VVx0sYXfWsU/s320/25022010331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444434028842217522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D50QwcDI/AAAAAAAAA3U/XFP8yxjTHuI/s320/25022010330.jpg" /&gt;i am glad he did feel surprised over the 'surprise' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D5IlgHWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/iwGsHq1aPOA/s1600-h/25022010329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444434017118068066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46D5IlgHWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/iwGsHq1aPOA/s320/25022010329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cookies n cream. the best yet ive ever tasted from prima deli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_G0YXYiDAw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_G0YXYiDAw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CI24Glfi22c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CI24Glfi22c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing-song-cut-cake&lt;/em&gt; session came unplanned. lucky for mamat's bestie, farhana who came down during that time so the plan to surprise mamat by the struck of midnight was wonderfully changed to a 'mini' celebration at the favourite &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; spot. 'coffee united' just a stone throw away from his home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;we went to harris resort as a form of a birthday treat from me to him. we were desperate for a short getaway after being tight to busy schedules since the past two months. delectable food, relaxing massage are all that was needed for a 'quick' recharge. however, luck wasnt at our side when mamat almost injure himself over the resort's huge need of architechtural maintainence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(infact i have a written a review about it at the tripadvisor site. maybe i'll link it once it is published.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it was nice to be able to unwind with the dear one. :)&lt;br /&gt;mamat would be too lazy to go log in to my fb just to see the shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;know him too well, so there goes. ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;em&gt;pantun&lt;/em&gt; to end this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pak Abu menang loteri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tapi selalu ke kedai pajak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saya sayang Mamat sekali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;harap bersama ke akhir kelak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alermak.jiwa&lt;/span&gt; melayu abes&lt;/span&gt;!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7592168499357681111?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7592168499357681111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7592168499357681111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7592168499357681111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7592168499357681111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/03/mamat-turned-double-two.html' title='mamat turned double two'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S46MPknJgHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/DJFqLjKyubY/s72-c/28022010408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-302310631828387630</id><published>2010-02-17T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:10:43.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basics</title><content type='html'>movie date was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember the last time both of us had a typical couple activity-dinner and movie date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to mamat, he worked 'extra' hard to get us some extra cash for the extra 'special' expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like the 'new' opening of a joint partnership between us when finally he got his card from the OCBC bank. deposited all the money that we have put aside from our savings account to the new account. hopefully the savings which is going pretty well now would prosper in times to come. i kept the card while it is under his name just for safety reasons in case something happen at least the money wont go to something else. heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnner at the newly-opened Mad Jack at Whitesands followed by movie at Ehub. Percy Jackson &amp;amp; Lightning Thief was hot like fried banana fritters and so the earlier timings was filled up fast.so we settled to Jackie Chan's Little Big Soldier. funny but the ending wasnt nice with the death of the hero. we happened to be always in the 'wrong' crowd. as always, we were the only few malays(even if there's a 'few') to among the throngs of chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it was enjoyable to be able to unwind over good food and a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;that means prepare for 'battle' from tomorrow onwards all the way till the next two weekends.&lt;br /&gt;*Insyaallah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, met with mummy.my ex supervisor from F.O.S last time and now she's working at a new retail line with the unique name of M.O.S(not ministry of sound ehh) which happened to be at Downtown East.as a result to some not-so-nice incident with the former employer, she resigned and decided to go back to what she do best; retail line but this time under a new 'boss', as well as a good friend of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thrilled as now she's working so near to the place i always go to. anytime if i were to stuck at pasir ris while waiting for mamat to finish his work shift or whatsoever, i could just drop by to downtown east to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the new line of brand will expand and will get as big as then F.O.S (God willing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3rOKYAttaI/AAAAAAAAA3E/8zuwM1bXiUo/s1600-h/16022010328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438886177642755490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3rOKYAttaI/AAAAAAAAA3E/8zuwM1bXiUo/s320/16022010328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice people doesnt come about easy&lt;br /&gt;(free hong bao to me and mamat, haha. what luck!;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure those who are still around (haha.but not their money kayyy.hehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-302310631828387630?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/302310631828387630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=302310631828387630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/302310631828387630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/302310631828387630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-basics.html' title='back to basics'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3rOKYAttaI/AAAAAAAAA3E/8zuwM1bXiUo/s72-c/16022010328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7367103090773738054</id><published>2010-02-15T21:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:12:48.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racial harmonisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTTfvy1CI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZFP0DJOgUFI/s1600-h/14022010311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469619431167010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTTfvy1CI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZFP0DJOgUFI/s320/14022010311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTTMDzwXI/AAAAAAAAA20/V_Ja9sYPTas/s1600-h/14022010315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469614146404722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTTMDzwXI/AAAAAAAAA20/V_Ja9sYPTas/s320/14022010315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTSsOzpII/AAAAAAAAA2s/dkJb3eXLDT0/s1600-h/14022010317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469605602600066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTSsOzpII/AAAAAAAAA2s/dkJb3eXLDT0/s320/14022010317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTSBEWIcI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Pm03VFKunXE/s1600-h/14022010318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469018735801330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSwh-28_I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Hux12DTJhrs/s320/14022010324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSwW7ypeI/AAAAAAAAA2E/jQ2aJYGLcq4/s1600-h/14022010325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469015770146274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSwW7ypeI/AAAAAAAAA2E/jQ2aJYGLcq4/s320/14022010325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSv28J6cI/AAAAAAAAA18/7GyhRnkBjWQ/s1600-h/14022010326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469007181736386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSv28J6cI/AAAAAAAAA18/7GyhRnkBjWQ/s320/14022010326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSvtNSdgI/AAAAAAAAA10/yQ4KDx3R4XU/s1600-h/14022010327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438469004569245186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lSvtNSdgI/AAAAAAAAA10/yQ4KDx3R4XU/s320/14022010327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i considered the whole day affair of yesterday as one unique experience of being able to mesh in with the diverse races we have here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of mamat's collegue back at his workplace at loyang point whom we just mention her as 'auntie' invited us to her home for CNY. scrumptious food, she cooked us rendang and curry as ironically she favours less the cooking of chinese food-which i half expected to see. nevertheless she did served us duck which i cant help to give myself a few second helpings;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was wedded to a malay which we mention him as 'pakcik'. thus, it was interesting to see her home well decorated with the holy verses of the Quran as well as the words of wisdom from the chinese characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;auntie made funny remarks of how the only festival which she dont celebrate is the Deepavali as her side of family celebrates CNY and some,Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i can truly understand the importance of us to be able to harmonise well with the other races, because it does brings some sence of happiness and peacefulness. maybe this i would emphasise to my kids later.hee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, a friend back at PC sent me a text message which was supposed to be a greeting for the CNY but it is modified in such a way that it says that over the long holidays the chinese went for house visits while the malays took the opportunity to have getaways overseas. so what's left in singapore? the banglas! i couldnt agree more to that, as in a way for us to 'celebrate' V day(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the fun of it as theres no exchanging of gifts between us&lt;/span&gt;), i proposed to mamat for us to watch a hindi movie at jade theatre; the most popular screen for bollywood lovers. and at one point of time i felt that we were like tourist amongs the locals in India. seriously. but no doubt that there were alot of the other indians families; be it the Singhs, the Punjabis and other groups i cant think of. all of them have something in common, long noses. which Mamat kept pressing to me that he too belongs to the same group only his is 'higher'; the Arabs. *pttf!* and i retaliated as always that whatever descendants you came from will not matter if you already have turned yourself into just like one of the commons;&lt;em&gt;Melayu Tulen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaaa. it shuts him off. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, throngs of them wanted to watch the latest release of the best matchmade bollywood couple-Shah Rukh and Kajol in &lt;em&gt;'My Name is Khan'&lt;/em&gt;.it happens to be a film by Karan Johar, the same guy who made &lt;em&gt;Kuch Kuch Hota Hai&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Khabi Khushi Khabi Gham&lt;/em&gt;. so this will likely to be the next hit. but my jaw dropped to see the hero played as an Autistic guy suffering from Asperger Syndrome. it is well acted of course. and the message of the movie this time is not about love-searching or family bonds but of something more stronger- controversial of the Muslims vs terrorists. I gave a thumbs up to this movie for being able to made us glued to our seats for the whole 3 hours despite the non-fictional issue it tries to convey. it is the reality and i think if this movie is well accepted, it will make a difference to change the perception of the non-muslims to take muslims as terrorists eversince 9/11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movie touches our hearts especially the part where the hero finally meets up with the president of USA( fake Obama) to tell him this line which he's been longing to tell the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'My name is Khan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm not a terrorist'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bravos to the movie and the daring Karan Johar to have produced a movie like no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go catch it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though the V day came "less romantic" with no gifts of flowers or chocolates&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and i didnt even need those too),&lt;/span&gt; i deeply enjoyed the day with the company of dear Mamat. sharing a slice of hershey's sundae pie and vanilla milkshake, we did a lil bit of recollections of how much we have gone through all these while. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that i shall say, thank you mamat for all the hardwork and precious moments. these words are 'sacred' so i shall save it for you to hear and see it from my lips. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aisey! romantic ke pe?hahaaa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-4-3. miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy the rest of the holidays folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7367103090773738054?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7367103090773738054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7367103090773738054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7367103090773738054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7367103090773738054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/02/racial-harmonisation.html' title='racial harmonisation'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3lTTfvy1CI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZFP0DJOgUFI/s72-c/14022010311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1142308119510043162</id><published>2010-02-12T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:59:16.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xin nian kuai le!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmJu4EFtI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5VKM69ZGlIE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437364442507777746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmJu4EFtI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5VKM69ZGlIE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my temporary workstation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmJVH3WvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/lKToCTG4Mx4/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmI2hbAzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/sBBua7ARwLs/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437364427380425522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmI2hbAzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/sBBua7ARwLs/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Janice. the best &lt;em&gt;cina&lt;/em&gt; friend ive ever had;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmIu2f8eI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Dr7POLAhT1E/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437364425321345506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmIu2f8eI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Dr7POLAhT1E/s320/Picture+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; suria.suhana.shila. the "s-es" (and its not to be pronounce as "asses" ehh.haa) in red. it might match well with our "lionesses" faces in case the kids ask for it. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmIQiTtsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nHijV6j1Hl4/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437364417183594178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmIQiTtsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nHijV6j1Hl4/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i am good with poses when it comes to taking pictures like them. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems that being a teacher helps a person to appreciate more of the diversity of cultures present here in singapore. the chinese are the ones celebrating yet i am the one thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haaa. most probably due to the l-o-n-g holidays that we will have. heee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we came in red and so were the kids though they can also come in their own ethnic clothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert during the first half of the day, spring cleaning and rushing of some overdue work for the kids during the second half. as a result, i went back with an extra bag full of books for marking since tomorrow school would be closed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiring yet satisfied when i looked back at the picture of my class. its different teaching a bunch of kids whom i called "easy to pacify" than to teach the other fellow students who are more interested in BGR and the fads. even a collegue mentioned to me that i am lucky to get to teach the p2s. i laughed at the fact that i used to be so stressed and was about to give up during the first few weeks of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i missed mamat and i told him about "the surprise" which i am planning to do for his birthday. fortunately he is not against it after looking at the cost it need in order for the plan to be carried out. we are really in need of a short getaway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully it'll go smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all my chinese friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kong xi fa cai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-1142308119510043162?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1142308119510043162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1142308119510043162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1142308119510043162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1142308119510043162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/02/xin-nian-kuai-le.html' title='xin nian kuai le!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S3VmJu4EFtI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5VKM69ZGlIE/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7102779697974892008</id><published>2010-02-05T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:30:38.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.C</title><content type='html'>doesnt stand for fanclub but its fever and cough. there seemed to be a consistent flu bug going on. as usual if i were to take a dose of panadols the fever would have gone away but not this time. ive been withstanding with a weak and feverish self since the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really its not easy to juggle between yourself and another 30 kids. but still no doubt that im beginning to love them. they might be naughty and the &lt;em&gt;biggest backstabbers-complain kings and queens and attention seekers in the world&lt;/em&gt; but they still might give you an insight to the other world which you have once been and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. sounds like some wisdom shit but thats what i shared with my lovely girls when we had our almost monthly meet-up. initial plan was to go swimming but due to unforseen circumstances, we had our late dinner at Long John's as what our fanatic liyah recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that i really missed them?haa. ironic but its true it turned out that they can be the best source of entertainment after pretty hard long weeks of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liyah shared most of her funny stories with us regarding &lt;em&gt;not-so-sane&lt;/em&gt; peeps back at her training centre. looking at her blog posts it seemed that things are doing okay for her but it turned out otherwise. though all her stories was hilarious,it is nothing compared to the fact that she has to withstand with some those who can turn out to be "creepy".haaa.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah pics doesnt turned out well after we tried some of the sequence shots at the playground's hammock near to the library where we did our "gossiping". so no pics for now except for those in liyah's &lt;em&gt;anti-social-which-you-cannot-connect-to-the-bluetooth&lt;/em&gt; iphone. haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better off to sleep soon. im already feeling droopy over another dose of panadols and cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that i could wake up to a new self tomorrow to meet Mamat!weeeee... *im so looking forward to the weekends*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yours peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7102779697974892008?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7102779697974892008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7102779697974892008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7102779697974892008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7102779697974892008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/02/fc.html' title='F.C'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8285466466149237028</id><published>2010-02-01T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:28:38.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dine-out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwCstf2uI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y8yA-Akf6M0/s1600-h/29012010271_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293929621478114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwCstf2uI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y8yA-Akf6M0/s320/29012010271_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the one in red is another Shiela.haa. so i had to be called as Nor; Ms Nor. got to get used in saying out my own name once in a while. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwCXnj07I/AAAAAAAAA08/b42dvOsTW30/s1600-h/30012010272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293923959428018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwCXnj07I/AAAAAAAAA08/b42dvOsTW30/s320/30012010272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwCNQaFLI/AAAAAAAAA00/V71TNFNnfhk/s1600-h/30012010278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433293906095110946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwBVEX-yI/AAAAAAAAA0k/QgSZyOUwurg/s320/30012010279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all about food last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner at pizza hut on friday with fellow collegues.there were 12 of us in total. fiza, the ex RT now allied educator turned up too. it turned out that the the dinner meet up was to wish an advance birthday to her and also Joy, one of the primary 3 teachers. anyway the new flossy pizza was a blast! maybe will drag mamat to pizza hut these few days to let him have a taste too. hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the next day when i was thinking to go back to school just to have another"session" of finishing up all the necessary piled up work which i had, i found out that my classroom would be used for remedial lessons every saturday morning. so there goes my chance in order to get a whole free day just to finish the decoration and some admin stuff for my classroom. even my dressing for that day was pretty slack;an old t-shirt and bermudas cause i was expecting a sweaty and dusty me at the end of the day but ended up i was in the staff room finishing all my marking. and when i met mamat after that, i was too lazy to just go back and change. so we sped off straight to Jurong Point and had our lunch at swensens after which we went to popular store to get myself sessments books for the 3 siblings whom im going to start my tuition session with them tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats that. short and sweet. just a quick recollection of some of the events. not forgetting Kak Nora's wedding which we attended the next day. hope they will get to overcome all hurdles during the next phase of their lives as husband and wife. Isyaallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, i cant wait to meet up with the girls. Liyah texted me to reconfirm the time that im free. as always that would be friday andthat we might spend the time deeping our week-end aching bodies in the pool. one of our favourite activities besides eating..;P hopefully the plan's still on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is only Monday. dont dread the next few days people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8285466466149237028?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8285466466149237028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8285466466149237028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8285466466149237028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8285466466149237028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/02/dine-out.html' title='dine-out'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2bwCstf2uI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Y8yA-Akf6M0/s72-c/29012010271_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-9090713558893761270</id><published>2010-01-27T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:12:52.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.P.P.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431428136696375650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2BPHQbZaWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/zZPu_zwfBhg/s320/23012010262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon for the lack of vocab but its okay i guess sometimes to go simple especially in those times where your eyes are already droopy.which is the stage of where i am now.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, im happy cause mamat managed to get me a new computer device- this time its a cute lenovo s10 netbook. after the demise of my old-timer acer, i was quite panic to figure out how am i supposed to carry out tasks which requires me to use a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so when he's friend decided to sell us his at a much much lower price for a windows xp edition,1gb ram, we were estatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here i am typing my first post after which seemed ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school was okay anyway. and okay means that i am still at a stage of knowing how to handle a class of 30 talkative students whom are best in using their mouths rather than their ears to listen. yeahh. im still progressing. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully when the proper duty roster, class reward charts and all the necessary class printouts are out, the kids will get to learn in a more organised environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this i admit were my flaws. yeahh. teaching is not easy seriously. to be more specific, being a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and besides that im juggling now with an addition to the 2 tuition assignments which i already have now and it will start on 1st February. it'll be the same girls whom ive been having since 2 years back at pasir ris,nani and nurul but this time their sis would too be joining in. same subject English. just that the standard now going to be as usual higher year by year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mamat got himself a new assignment too,his was also at the same place where he used to give tuition. then was the brother learning maths in the foundation level. maybe due to the effectiveness of his teachings, the parents decided to call mamat again this time to tutor the younger sister, ironically mamat has to went down low to teach the subject that im teaching now, primary 2 maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haa. i assure him that i'll guide him along and provide him with the necessary hands-on materials for his teachings later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so hopefully we'll manage our time well. it seems that the future might not be just a walk in a park for us. as what mamat always said times again,"&lt;em&gt;otak pikir masa depan jek skarang"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right. recently for the wali band concert was quite a disappointment in terms of the not-so-energetic performance and no proper autograph-picture-taking session with the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went there just to have a good time together especially after a hectic five days work, and we did. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe another concert date, this time with st12 in march?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i lament at the fact that the era of SO7 had long way been over,if not i'll be the one jumping up and down among the front seats singing to the tune of &lt;em&gt;seberapa pantas&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;pejantan tangguh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, those are the snaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy the rest of the week folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss the girls:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-9090713558893761270?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/9090713558893761270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=9090713558893761270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/9090713558893761270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/9090713558893761270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy.html' title='H.A.P.P.Y'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S2BUjMgHpgI/AAAAAAAAA0c/y4mc6Pm9PZo/s72-c/23012010236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7535776406996320529</id><published>2010-01-10T19:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:10:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food mayhem and bike makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0nC3NvhFpI/AAAAAAAAAx0/yOVhN7p71r8/s1600-h/seoulgarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0nC3NvhFpI/AAAAAAAAAx0/yOVhN7p71r8/s320/seoulgarden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425081479982028434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got a pretty good idea on how my daily meals will go by from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well i "fast" during the weekdays in school only to save it for the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause that was what i did over these 2 days. though i still prefer the buffet at Sakura, there were no harm trying ourselves with the ones offered by our friends across the border,Seoul Garden at City Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only it is cheaper for a weekend rate, (RM32++) some of the menus are also different. they have a lot more variety of base soups. we tried super kimchi (spicier than kimchi). they also have flower crabs and lambs. some of the ones which are not offered here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they dont have much variety in the cooked food section. us, sometimes we have fried rice and spaghettis but they have none. only some fried munchies like wantons and crab fillets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as mamat and me went in nearing to the end of lunch period, most of the ready-cooked items have finished and so were the ice-cream. and though we stayed for almost 2 hours hoping that they will quickly top up the ice-cream after they were done with the cooked food section, i must say in terms of effiency they are slow. probably due to the fact that it was just newly opened with new staffs and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we only made do with the not-so-popular flavours like mango and durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but adding to the bad review, me and mamat got ourselves in some form of a diarrhea fit after that. i'm not really sure whether it was due to the less proper cooking we had but so far i dont think we have much problems after eating from the outlets here. so we thought it is maybe due to the cleanliness of the food preparation? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i know i dont think i'll ever go there for the second time. not so soon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to get my bike another coat of design. i was planning to get myself just a few stickers to the front part of the bike as it did not come as i expected which is all white. but in the end we had ourselves, a "full makeover" given by the opinion of the designer. as we did not bring with us our own samples, he did it from scratch for us. and after considering colours like pink and purple as i made it a point that i wish the bike would have a feminine side to it, finally settled to silver grey as said by the designer it would make the bike look feminine suitably for the working ladies. haa. dont call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;semangat&lt;/span&gt; but i jumped to that comment and quickly agreed to the colour. and i was not disappointed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0nDPXC6ipI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CjhfHKD7N8g/s1600-h/tribal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0nDPXC6ipI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CjhfHKD7N8g/s320/tribal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425081894796167826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its worth for the almost 10 hours of waiting time. and due to the change of budget, (though it is reasonably priced) its worth the trouble in going to and fro from spore to jb just to withdraw some more cash. (after all the ATMs refused to take Mamat's card)&lt;br /&gt;so thanks to him Mamat darling! you know that i will always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; you despite the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mentel2 &lt;/span&gt;harsh remarks. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice fresh start after more than a week of public transport rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7535776406996320529?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7535776406996320529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0nC3NvhFpI/AAAAAAAAAx0/yOVhN7p71r8/s72-c/seoulgarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8510773734015883068</id><published>2010-01-08T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:14:12.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0dU4Ee1CeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/1LzXptbbEpE/s1600-h/08012010186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0dU4Ee1CeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/1LzXptbbEpE/s320/08012010186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424397598443506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i met the girls if not i don't think i'll be able to have a decent meal ever since the first day of working. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaa. rite mcm exaggerating gitu kan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i came home today satisfied though it would be quite a blessing too if my special "diet" would make me lose some weight. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late dinner at Banquet as by special request by our soon-to-be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kakak2 chop passport&lt;/span&gt;. haa. right2 its SCAN lah..now high-tech already kan..use the correct vocab she would remind us. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first week was a blast in terms of workload and also literally as i have to "blast" my voice every single time when i am in the class with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would doubt it if my voice would not turn to a guy's soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was thrilling tough as i think i may have some plans ahead for the kids. it would be very nice if i could give them a memorable yet enjoyable lesson throughout their 2nd year in the school. this i would strive for. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chey. da mcm motto kehidupan plak&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i might need to consider taking part in their CCAs as that would likely be an advantage when it comes to testimonial by the school. and also do "extra" even when it means that i need to come down on Saturdays just to make sure that all my lesson plans would run smoothly. and it will be unpaid too as being a relief teacher, we are only required to work during the school hours and at a minimum of 5.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that good teaching should come with a little bit of a practice too. for those who are born to be able to teach well, good for them. as for me, i love the job. its just that when it comes to controlling 30 kids and some of them i must say are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angelically devilish&lt;/span&gt;, they can be very cute yet uncontrollable at the same time, well. it really not easy..at some point of time i felt like throwing the white towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just the first week and there are still alot more rooms for improvement im sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*h&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;appy stepping into the "next phase of life", liyah! hehehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8510773734015883068?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8510773734015883068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8510773734015883068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8510773734015883068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8510773734015883068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week.html' title='the first week'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0dU4Ee1CeI/AAAAAAAAAxs/1LzXptbbEpE/s72-c/08012010186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-830263217873169257</id><published>2010-01-06T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:12:43.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>culture shock</title><content type='html'>while im typing this, already there are deep throbbing at the back of my head. yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 3 days of a long term teach in a school werent much of a walk in a park.. it was much2 far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that im quite of a "blur" person i must say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta need some use to it-FAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a teacher of a primary 2 class is not easy. i salute all the teachers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how those teachers from my past have been coping until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was made worse by mamat's high expectation of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to me then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-830263217873169257?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/830263217873169257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=830263217873169257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/830263217873169257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/830263217873169257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/01/culture-shock.html' title='culture shock'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2454581814274842958</id><published>2010-01-03T22:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:26:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kick start to the 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0ColqDu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/laWOjBEKTlk/s1600-h/02012010172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0ColqDu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/laWOjBEKTlk/s400/02012010172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422519316252645778" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0CnbpsryPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/s1kVH-WasYc/s1600-h/03012010178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0CnbpsryPI/AAAAAAAAAxM/s1kVH-WasYc/s400/03012010178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422518044845656306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0CnDeJvmKI/AAAAAAAAAxE/zeHHmy5wN24/s1600-h/03012010180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0CnDeJvmKI/AAAAAAAAAxE/zeHHmy5wN24/s400/03012010180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422517629429455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while since last post. pretty much trying to patch things up to gear for the new year. basically, i managed to renew my registration as a relief teacher and my former primary school(exclude the new building,new teachers and systems) proposed to me to work for them throughout the year as one of their p2 teachers. i jumped at the opportunity as that will mean steady flow of income every month starting from the first day onwards. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopefully there'll be no contract teachers coming in midway*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamat too was pretty excited regarding my "new job". him being just a part-timer at the moment while praying very hard that he could clear his NS asap, said that i could "do my part" first in starting our savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. *i cant believe that im already going to be out there, with the working people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindset changed. no more drifting the days by still thinking what i wanna do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. kk. *shila da berfalsafah pulak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this would be a stepping stone for something more greater in the future. of course we as human beings are just planning but God determines everything rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, resolution would be learning to take A Day At a Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without me realising it its going to be the third year &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*or maybe more by few months?haa, i dont keep track that much*&lt;/span&gt; with this Man named Muhammad Bin Hussen Abdat. hard to believe it but i did went through alot of ups and downs in all aspects with this Man. practically, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grew&lt;/span&gt; up together. hopefully, it wont stop just there. *Insyaallah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im sure both of us would be real busy this year onwards. tied up with 5 working days like the majority out there and not forgetting additional 2 tuition assignments for me so i guess we better get ourselves some use to it in spending the time together during the weekends. and like MOST couples out there Saturdays seem to be their favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday we did just that. ive always wanted to catch Avatar and eversince it also comes in 3D, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well one of the reviews stated that there was not much effect in the movie, i seriously object to that as due to the format i practically felt that i "was in the movie" itself watching the whole scenes adding to the reasons why this movie is sooo good.) &lt;/span&gt;again i jumped at the opportunity. and it didnt come easy seriously. it seemed that the whole of Singpore went out on the same day to the theatres. so great movie showtimes require more hardwork than i expected. imagine going to The Cathay, then Plaza Singapura only to end up catching the movie at 1.00 am at Tiong Bahru Plaza. and also the tickets was purchased through the AXS. but it was damn worthwhile as i gave 4 thumbs up *including my toes* to this movie. just like what Aishah said the movie was awesome! though it ran for more than 2 hours, i was squirming with excitement in my seat waiting to see what happened in all the next scenes especially the battle scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how i wish there's really a life in a planat called Pandora. life of the Na'vi seems to be in a whole lot balance. and Neytiri, gosh how can they managed to make "aliens" looked so beautiful? the whole thing was beautiful really. the language, their cultures. haa. James Cameron is the next Steven Spielberg ah! and like i said to mamat,im sooo gonna get my hands on their DVD(original lagiiii..) once it comes out later. i dont think i would ever get bored watching the whole movie again if i could.  *FANATIC WOOOO!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. rite. enough2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0CmpG--whI/AAAAAAAAAw8/nT4-e9741hk/s1600-h/28122009145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0CmpG--whI/AAAAAAAAAw8/nT4-e9741hk/s400/28122009145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422517176533697042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming thing to "look forward" to is mamat's favourite Wali Band concert. and after that i might need to squeeze some brain juice for something special for Mamat's big day the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa! good luck to me and everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2454581814274842958?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2454581814274842958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2454581814274842958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2454581814274842958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2454581814274842958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2010/01/kick-start-to-10.html' title='kick start to the 10'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/S0ColqDu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/laWOjBEKTlk/s72-c/02012010172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5522199120844917775</id><published>2009-12-21T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:56:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tak laku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bilang aku aku yang tengah malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sama teman-temanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karna cuma diriku yang tak laku-laku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extracted from the lyrics of Wali Band's "Cari Jodoh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll be here performing at Republic Poly in January next year. and what i can say about them is they are just one of those bands who got famous for just few of their songs,obviously im referring to this one. and honestly if u ask me, i really hate it. its just one of those crap songs where they tried to play around with the melody and to make it catchy (well, they have succeeded in doing that i think judging from the way the youngsters have been whistling to the tune ever since.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say bands like SO7? haaa. i know. ive been one of their fans if not fanatic before they got separated and new members emerged. and now one of the bands that got the ears of Indonesian bands' fans; Kotak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a newer version of Cokelat which i must say produces many of the best songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, why must Mamat love this Wali Band, i dont know. that is why i get pretty irritated when he asked me over times again whether we are going to this "concert". it was supposed to be a double date anyway he said, as one of his collegues back in Mc rider asked us to join him and his gal, his gal stays in the west too btw. maybe partly for a get-to-know-you session too? hmm. adds up to the reason why im not interested in going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive been to Ungu's concert a while back at the esplanade and im done with being mushed with all the other Singaporeans fans which i must say, are mostly the "makchicks" community crying over "i love Pasha!!" statements without the big signs or banners presence. where are all the fans of the bands who takes quality of the music first before the fact of the bands' beautiful faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best group to judge most probably comes from the land of Indonesia itself. these people have had their days filled with performances by various bands. not like singapore where it has to take alot of advertising just to promote the upcoming of one. pubs,cafes.. bands who wish to make it big get into the waiting list. and one of them i was Wali Band themselves. maybe blame it on the monsoon season and floods back in their countryland but less than half of the crowd showed up to one of their performances. maybe their favourite line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak laku, laku.." &lt;/span&gt;finally got the hold of them? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we'll just see to the crowd here in singapore next month. i doubt that things might be the same. we are deprived of "quality" bands u see so when one comes especially of those who sing the most popular songs on the radio, why miss the chance to get to do some bands "worship-ing?" (besides the annual Baybeats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking more of travelling all the way up to Jakarta in order to get into their best concerts and not to mention their best bands. if its too troublesome in terms of finance to make such travels, then maybe to somewhere nearer like Batam? Rossa, D'massive and Ungu have made their appearances there in much2 more grand settings like Pan Pacific Hotel. so why not do two-in-one? a short relaxing getaway and a concert to enjoy. i think that'll be much2 more worth it than to watch one sing in a school's theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sy8xmq1HbVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KREx1jNSoRI/s1600-h/01112009155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sy8xmq1HbVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KREx1jNSoRI/s400/01112009155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417603417151860050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;just for dearest bf, i still wont mind if he still wants to make it for the concert. but only if we could get special prices for the tickets like bought by RP's students themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. discussions done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partly maybe im so deprived in having a short "holiday". it was not our luck to win the Nokia's December draw at ION orchard last Saturday. not to mention the rain and dreadful traffic we had to overcome just to make one of our rare trips to town,just to see our luck. it was a thrilling draw though where you have to be there to claim the prize, if you name was called but you are not present, redraws will be made. its was a good 30 minutes before all 3 winners(who were there) got their 'prizes'-a $1000 worth of 2 days one night stay for two at Siloso Beach,Sentosa. cool or what seyy!! haha. i literally prayed so hard in getting my name called. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, there are always reasons for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with Wali band singing "ku tak laku..laku," i would have sung "ku tak lucky..lucky" &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&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/8122373951091262282-5522199120844917775?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5522199120844917775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5522199120844917775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5522199120844917775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5522199120844917775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/12/tak-laku.html' title='tak laku'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sy8xmq1HbVI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KREx1jNSoRI/s72-c/01112009155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7482184441732529052</id><published>2009-12-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:56:14.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'feeling2' kampong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SyeiHc5hnsI/AAAAAAAAAws/AwD_VvNft5Y/s1600-h/15122009066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SyeiHc5hnsI/AAAAAAAAAws/AwD_VvNft5Y/s400/15122009066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415475325836566210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my favourite jumpshots *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yg tak menjadi*&lt;/span&gt; when we were so bored with nothing to do while waiting for Is to give us further instructions on being her "express lunch delivery" meantime she was busy filming for her fyp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku menari joget thailand ala chakpong, liyah trying herself to joget robotic ala techno.&lt;/span&gt;* ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,it was an eye opener for us as we admit it that we have been such "city babies" (if there's such a word.hee) and have been missing one of the heritage of the Malays which is to live in a kampung house. (it was at the yellow house at the back where Is was doing her shooting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of me wants this place not to be demolish to give way to the other upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again we might still prefer not to be living in such houses because me and Liyah were willing to suppress the HUGE need to obey our "Mother's nature" call to the loo for the whole day. that explains a lot doesnt it? hahaa. there are definitely pros and cons in everything, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun too to have witnessed a so called real 'mini' shooting of a short film done by our own 'director&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; harapan'.&lt;/span&gt; we wish her all the success and hope that all her 'sacrifices' will be paid off sooner or later. :) *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though i still cannot believe it that her school doesnt help to provide a single cent if not much for their students to cope with the huge budget to carry out their projects.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, more info of the day would be in liyah's blog im sure, hahaa. she's far more better in describing events in a short and simple sweet manner than i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do drop by. i dont link so here it is; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.lulunpidon.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lulunpidon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways we are really missing Aishah."whine and dine", karaoke-ing or just plain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melepak &lt;/span&gt;we dont care just meet up soon again kay girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;and not forgetting i miss going on a 'proper' date with Mamat(which excludes going to trips to places with various of his friends every now and then which was fun but not as fun as getting himself to be with me and just only me. *haha.aku mentel, i know. sekali sekale jek* he's been busy working the whole week off and the only time we could spend the time together are during weekends. maybe on the bright side, i could "train" myself before he gets into NS later. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7482184441732529052?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7482184441732529052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7482184441732529052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-3156200687393052961</id><published>2009-12-13T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:22:11.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PC finale and recce *in broad daylight*</title><content type='html'>me and family have just watched this show called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it something like a group of people trying to catch some ghost on their films. something like our local version of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wujud&lt;/span&gt; series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is in Chinese and these people went to places like Bangkok and Perak in Malaysia just to witness some hard-to-believe rituals which still exists in this modern era. some segments also covered some spine-chilling stunts attempted just to get themselves to see wandering spirits with "unfinished business" after they were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you this, it was countless times "better" than the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wujud&lt;/span&gt; series i mean i dont think any of the scenes were re-enacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and based on that i came to remember that i had once been on an "amateur recce" done by me and mamat ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last few Sundays after the last session of Progress Class,me and mamat was so bored that we decided to do some "venturing".  the place was situated near Stevens Road. at first i was more interested with the bungalows and villas they have there i mean it is funny to think that there are people who are that rich to own such houses here in Singapore. it seems that they managed to still have all that surplus of money even with all the high cost of living, *unimaginable but possible*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mamat showed me this route that led to anther part of the place which might seem abit weird for the people to have chose such sites to live in. it was nightime when he first showed me the 'tunnel' so that explained why we only went to see during the day. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still gave me the creeps though we are on the bike and not forgetting the short encounter we had with some of the 'security' dogs. only one video posted as it would take 'years' for me to upload all the other videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8g-0qABCYI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8g-0qABCYI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so speaking of the last session of Progress Class and though only half of the kids were present that day, we still had plenty of pics taken for memories sake as us mentors are discouraged to follow up with the kids for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mV_4_Nc2Gqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mV_4_Nc2Gqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video taken while we treat them to pizza. i did not expect them to be camera shy judging from the way they behaved usually in class. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;haha. enjoy the rest of the week kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SyUTTJ_zZ5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/j9T8ZJUZJJA/s1600-h/pc2+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SyUTTJ_zZ5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/j9T8ZJUZJJA/s400/pc2+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414755346804860818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S: I am really going to miss them. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-3156200687393052961?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/3156200687393052961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=3156200687393052961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3156200687393052961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3156200687393052961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/12/pc-finale-and-recce-in-broad-daylight.html' title='PC finale and recce *in broad daylight*'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SyUTTJ_zZ5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/j9T8ZJUZJJA/s72-c/pc2+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-599259236687967007</id><published>2009-12-12T17:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:52:52.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five stones</title><content type='html'>used to play this game back in the primary school days. popular among us girls when it comes to during free periods after the exams was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be champion and still am. * ni self-declared eh.hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily for Is's fyp short filming, we could get our hands on back on this game as she bought it as one of her props .we had a short session trying to catch up back with this oldskool game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was real fun and funny, we were always stuck at the last level of each stage where we get to choose one of the stones for the player to catch, only Is's victory was managed to be captured. and also where one of the rules of the game is not to knock over any stones while picking up the chosen one before each game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some candid moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVcMVGsI14g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QVcMVGsI14g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS3yjBpMfMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vS3yjBpMfMo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTiSNwyS0Vg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTiSNwyS0Vg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-599259236687967007?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/599259236687967007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=599259236687967007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/599259236687967007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/599259236687967007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-stones.html' title='five stones'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8618938546494532066</id><published>2009-11-26T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:29:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><content type='html'>its officially 4 days since i last met mamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. i know its may seem "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yek eleh baru 4 hari..&lt;/span&gt;" for some people but judging from the lifestyle we once had 4 days seem to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L-O-N-G&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. kay. i miss him lah *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;senang cakap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's bike is ready for collection so most probably we are going to head to JB for awhile later. but since tonight is the eve of a public holiday for all and eve of another Hari Raye for us Muslims, i bet the causeway gonna be jam pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we'll just go tomorrow. see how the plan goes later lah ehh but that will mean its gonna be 5 full days since i met him. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chey. achievement seyy tu&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's yet to be NS boy so a lil bit of practice wont hurt right?hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. currently im at home most of the time. mamat is busy 5 days a week serving the nation as McShit delivery boy. me with two times a week of tuition so in other words, im practically free for most of the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna book me out for a date? :)&lt;br /&gt;haa. if not i'll be dating with my books the whole month round. yet to finish a few, easy said im kinda of a regular at the libraries lah ehh and not forgetting with my ageing laptop. not for some facebook-ing but more of youtube-ing trying to finish watching the whole ANTM cycle 13. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*ohh. im still yet to know who's the winner. for those who know pls dont give me any hints.i just wish Nicole would win.she's real good you know despite her silent character based on the socially deprived past she once had. but who said a real top model have to be noisy, screaming and giggling and most of all bitching like some of the other girls most of the time?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i come to remember that for most of the free time im going to have i would use it for some revision sessions with my sis. latest meet-the-parents session with her teachers have informed us of how weak she is with most of her subjects especially maths. i mean that came as no surprise as it practically runs in the family. us siblings used to struggle in that same subject but hearing that my sis might need to downgrade to foundation level in order to keep her from failing? thats pretty too much. so being the only person in the family who is academically inclined and keeps up -if not much- with the ever changing fast paced of the primary education system, my mum hopes that i could do some miracles with this dear family of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah thats that.she's still having her own remedials at school till Ist Dec. after that its time for some crash course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. happy sacrifising everyone. *haha. that doesnt sound right isnt it..trying to say it as Hari Raye Korban.hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8618938546494532066?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8618938546494532066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8618938546494532066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8618938546494532066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8618938546494532066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2841376685527410682</id><published>2009-11-23T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:13:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im backkkk!</title><content type='html'>yes! im still alive okay. pardon me for those who sent me text messages for this period of time yet it came unreplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on relief for four days and the next day me, mamat and his brother Faris we hoped onto the ferry during lunchtime to make our way to the island of Batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went there for a short relaxing getaway (that was for mamat) and a first exploration visit for his brother. me? i just tagged along. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily we were invited by a pakcik who worked as the same place at mamat to be his guests at Batam. Besides the house he has which is only occupied by his wife;makcik while he is away for the rest of the days only coming back for a few days or so every month, he has another two which he rents out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we were happy to get "free" tours by someone experienced with the place and also not forgetting all the delicious 'kampong' food served to us by makcik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed at his place for a total of two nights and 3 days and really i felt a sense of peacefulness which i dare to say we wont ever get to feel as such in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the houses are all built to the freedom of its occupants even they can set their own businesses in the convenience of their houses if they want to.like makcik, she sets up a stall just outside her house selling meals during breakfast. cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and near to their houses, there were rows of stalls selling second-hand goods ranging from apparels to kitchen appliances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to get myself a few tops and dresses after digging in piles to find those in the most best condition. after which mamat still managed to get for me the best price after a series of bargainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that all of the goods are genuine and none are imitation, for some i can still find the price tags attached to some of the clothings.the sellers there are not much interested in the brands i guess only whether they could sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fun, just like those junk sales which you can find in singapore once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a happy woman:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, why go to Batam if you dont try to pamper yourself with the massage treatments? us,we had twice. the first one at pakcik's house itself where they recommended us this masseuse whom they claimed provides the most of the purest javanese massage. i agree, it was painful nevertheless.hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics are still with Faris, i would most probably keep some of them here as its not always that you could have the chance to get a bit taste of  the 'old school' life which only the people from your parents generations could experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having your morning 'showers' without showers on top of your head. only gayungs. hot water? boil it yourself before you head to the bathroom or else you'll end up in a block of ice. the chickens are not the tasteless KFC type where it were fat due to the years of chemically-injected life but those of the fresh,sweet and chewy type as the chickens are naturally breed. yeah, we got to taste ayam kampong where we bought it ourselves with pakcik at the wet market. it costs us almost 12 SIN dollars for one. expensive, yes but the taste of it after it was cooked in curry is worth every cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also tried one of the locals snacks when nightime falls. its called 'Martabak'. i really thought its murtabak usually sold at the mamak stalls here only its wrongly spelled but instead its the usual apam balik or peanut pancakes. what was interesting is it has a list of other favourite fillings like cheese,chocolate, chocolate with banana, chocolate cheese and of course the all time favourite, peanuts. i had chocolate banana and let me assure you i could grow visible flabs just by eating a few of that stuff. it was sinfully topped with butter,followed by chocolate rice and another thick layer of sweetened creamer.and when you pile everything together,due to freshly cooked pancake, the heat causes the chocolate to melt and it oozes out when you sink your teeth into it. sheesh.  i wished i could eat some of those again right now just by thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa. well, actually i could make it myself if i want to, just buy myself the same peanut pancake only without peanuts means without any fillings then add myself my own choice of fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really its not the same as freshly made ones. haha. okay, forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faris was more of the friendlier type, and he created some conversations with the locals who were curious about where we come from. they thought we are living a lavish life here yeah partly true in terms of the rate of currency but frankly i think they are the ones who are living a more wealthier life. wealthier in a sense that their life is more meaningful,they wake up every morning to a day less slower paced than us, not like trained mice as we have to squeeze every second we have in a day and change it to money. they eat in order to live, we live in order to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there are plus and minus points like i told mamat, singapore though the life is more stressful and fast paced, we live according to well planned systems which helps us to get orderliness so that life would be less rowdy. at Batam you can easily see road bullies who drives like nobody business and as mentioned by pakcik quite a number of lives were lost just like that to unnessary road accidents. nobody cares if you use the road without any license but it you get into any trouble nobody would be there to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infact,we got an earful of lectures from pakcik when he found out that we took transit in one of the vans used as one of the public transport too apart from the buses and taxis. the fare was cheap though we had to cram inside with the other passangers, well they dont care if the van reach its maximum number of passengers, they just squeeze everyone in if all of them are heading the same way. luckily for us, the van which we took happened to get less passengers. but pakcik told us that we were more lucky that they sent us to the right place and most importantly we reached safely. i have to agree more, seeing by the way the driver brought the vehicle i could only silently prayed that no one will get hurt. the speed was too fast for a road filled mostly with motorists and besides, the riders there dont give a damn about wearing any safety head gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he himself do not dare to take the vans if he and makcik want to go anywhere, either he will take the bus or taxis. but being young and sometimes 'wild' we shunned all the risks and gave it a try. haa. in the end, we kena lecture ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the Almighty as we pretty much enjoyed ourselves and got back here safely. it was quite scary to find that on the day we were due to take the ferry back, another ferry had sink in another part of the waters of Batam. it was said that the ferry had brought over the maximum number of passangers. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, a pretty long post over long lost period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2841376685527410682?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2841376685527410682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2841376685527410682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2841376685527410682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2841376685527410682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-backkkk.html' title='im backkkk!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4326741202144530267</id><published>2009-11-04T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:23:50.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6ixth Sense</title><content type='html'>it sounded like the title of a movie right but its not about movies that i wanna talk about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about my-which i must say-STRONG intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sharing it with Mamat just now and i dont know whether he meant it sarcastically by saying 'ye..shila.. kau memang ade strong intuition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa. right today has been really2 weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off when i woke up this morning with a dream of guy i used to know back in my sec sch days..the interesting part was i had never thought of him ever since like years back? why the sudden appearance right? and i have this sudden urge to check his FB profile, well i did not add him up but im aware of his profile from another friend of mine..and i found out that-he just got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really dont ask me what is so weird about that cause i just felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just started a new tuition assignment with this 6 year old boy who doesnt know how to speak a single word of English, so that's that but what happened today when i went in for the first session really freaked me out for a sec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ignition key of my bike suddenly went missing from the bunch of other keys which i hooked it up to a landyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised it after fishing out the keys from my bag to start up the bike after the session ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to panic so i retraced back my steps hoping to find it lying on the floor somewhere and when its nowhere to be found, i went back to the house and asked them whether i did accidentally left my key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, it happened to be that the father saw my key when he was on his way back from work and so he placed the key on top of a dustbin infront of the lift lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only God knows how relieved i was when i found back the key. my imagination went wild as i already prepared myself to tow back the bike to a workshop to make myself a new key and so forth. then i came to remember that i did lock my bike with the disc lock before my tuition. i was like, "eh, why did i lock it even though i would only leave it for awhile-1 and half hour?" its not as if i will park it overnight which i will always lock it everytime before i leave it for the night. then i realised that actually i had already made the extra caution even before i knew something bad might happen yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. maybe. but really who knows what might happen furthermore the key which i dropped&lt;br /&gt;has the details of the bike's plate number on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if someone sees it and decides to give the bike a little hunt? definitely not a tough one as the bike was parked nearby. and what if i didnt locked my bike with the extra lock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Alhamdulillah* thats all i can say. maybe its just coincidence but i say its a gift. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. another weird thing that happened was,judging from the years of my experience giving tuitions it would be funny if i couldnt judge the time well while i was having the session. i came in at 7.30 pm and while it was supposed to end at 9pm, i mistook the time thinking that i should be leaving at 8.30pm. and so i really did excuse myself-i even did not realise the 'blur' look on the father's expression. i almost took the lift when i slapped my head after i realised what i have done. i laughed it off embarrasedly when i went back upstairs to tell them that i have made an error. but when i think it back again after all the things that has happened,why did i have the urge to take my leave before the correct time. remember the key which i dropped downstairs? maybe thats the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa. maybe i sound silly but its not impossible right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean the world do not just revolve around us isnt it? just take it as every single event that is happening are well planned-definitely from the One higher above us all-and it happens for a reason?so nothing comes coincidentally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaa.okayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought for this period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4326741202144530267?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2201564980734069504</id><published>2009-10-24T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:04:16.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans ahead</title><content type='html'>so much things going through in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i have a fit body like i used too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having this sudden idea of learning capoiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im pretty sure you need to be at least light in terms of bodyweight to adopt the sport. *pardon if im wrong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i have that enough budget to get a new laptop or the least, a netbook to replace this aging server of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind if its still windows vista, the upgrading to windows 7 can be worried about later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my idea was totally shunned off by Mamat who is also lamenting about the current tight budget he's in. his super4 is giving him problems again and its now back in the same workshop for another few more days. i was off without Gilera today as he needed it for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well2. next week schools are going to resume hopefully some will ring me by the first day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really2 need a job right now! (im sure im not the only one.heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all smiles though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2201564980734069504?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2201564980734069504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2201564980734069504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2201564980734069504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2201564980734069504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/10/plans-ahead.html' title='plans ahead'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2065393755898157379</id><published>2009-10-22T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:42:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something's up..at last</title><content type='html'>i better post something as someone already threatened to 'kick' me out of her blog links if she finds that maybe im already done with blogspot once and for all.heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im just gonna pour out some from my head at this instant maybe recollect some incidents while i was away for quite some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamat's super4 getting a massive fix at JB(it wasnt our choice really as on that fateful night his bike gave a sudden fart of black smoke which obviously wasnt a good sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the outcome turned out to be well, we just spend over $200 today though initially it was supposed to be 'save up' day with all the weekdays promotion for a dine in at secret recipe and movie day. (its been a while since the last movie we watched. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surrogates&lt;/span&gt; seemed to give us a good start:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of our spare helmets was stolen when we hooked it to our bike. luckily we bought a disc lock for the Gilera or else who knows what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that mamat felt the need to equip his bike with some sort of an extra security. so he got his an alarm works with switches so that he can on his bike automatically without the use of keys. i always tell him to not think so much when it comes to making sure that ur bike can run smooth without any future problems. so he also got himself an extra coolant set to overcome the problem of his bike getting overheated easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for a bigger bike, bigger sum when it comes to maintainance too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of maintainance, ive decided upon the probability of me going back to NP just to catch up with some form of training regimes as really im worried about the growing bulges around my belly. i could not afford to wait for some miracles that could get myself up in the morning for some serious jogging. so i need something to force me to buck up, im so used in training as a team. maybe thats the reason why i cant even get myself to the gym like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention this problem is further worsen by the fact that my appetite is getting bigger day by day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shila oh shila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaa. updating this blog might pose as some sort of a reflection isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats it then. freshier and positive-ier posts might need a lil bit of warm up after leaving them for quite a while.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2065393755898157379?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2065393755898157379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2065393755898157379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2065393755898157379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2065393755898157379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/10/somethings-up.html' title='something&apos;s up..at last'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7489970914111230057</id><published>2009-09-18T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:01:57.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHR *in advance*</title><content type='html'>yet no pics for now.. hahaa.. i dont know why its just so hard to snap pics with Mamat when we go out. so yeah.. maybe i'll think of occasions where we can easily snap some? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im pretty disappointed at the fact that there are 2 new teachers who just came in at the school where i was supposed to have a long term relief assignment. They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paitao &lt;/span&gt;me and said that they also were surprised on the sudden arrival of the teachers so yeahh i didnt get to stick to the class for the whole term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 days has its own ups and down. the first was okay, the second one was a bit disastrous as in the midst of extreme anger, *the class was lining up outside the room waiting to be dismissed* i practically shouted at one of them who i can say the devil of the class  who kept answering me back when i tried to get him into the line. Shouting in order to scold is fine but what if you shout like this,"get in the line before i slap your face!!" yeahh. things are different now, teachers are not even allowed to inflict pain on the children unlike last time where i still remember teachers who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suke hati mak bapak die jek&lt;/span&gt; twist the ears of those causing troubles. if you do that now, it means that you'll get an earful of complaints from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when after the school ended, i met Mamat. I was supposed to be excited to meet him cause it had been 4 days since the last day we met but due to the incident, it really spoiled my mood. I told him I dont want to be a teacher because I dont know how to control a class. Mamat kept coaxing me saying that primary 2 classes are like that he even had his fair share of experience when he had to take over a primary 2 group back in Progress Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt much2 better after that moreover, Mamat loves my hair. It seems weird that he prefers short hair for girls compared to long ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. anyways the next day with my class things got much2 under control. I practically did not give them any face and i raised my voice whenever i sensed any chaos coming in from them. Somehow, they managed to sit still at their own desks and followed to all my instructions. I was seeing a brighter future with the class. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the second time, i went back that day with another disappointment. This time a pretty bad one. The lady in the office told me she couldnt give me the teaching job for the class due to the new teachers. Fuck. i felt betrayed. hmmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wished that somehow they still let me have that job. so for now i just have to rely in other schools calling me up. but teaching without engaging with the students is not fun, how can you teach if you cant even have time to remember their names? I was even hoping that i could snap some pics of my students at the end of the term cause honestly I shall missed them though its just 3 days ive been with them. now im hoping for any long term relief assignments while waiting for the next application period to NIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, that is all for another career related stuff again. haa. cant get enough of it until im settled into a full time job. two days more to Hari Raya, this year the house get a little bit of a makeover. we changed the house to a more brighter colour. its nice to have a little bit of change every now and then if not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wishing all my Muslim peers an advanced Selamat Hari Raya. Maaf Zahir dan Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7489970914111230057?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7489970914111230057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7489970914111230057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7489970914111230057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7489970914111230057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/09/shr-in-advance.html' title='SHR *in advance*'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-6381638216213701054</id><published>2009-09-14T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:27:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell yeah</title><content type='html'>thanks to dear Aishah and friend for being the company cum witness for my 'transformation' *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da mcm transformer lak.heh*&lt;/span&gt;at a high end yet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baek gile&lt;/span&gt; nye saloon at OC. price partly sponsored by Aishah and it was totally worth it as im pretty happy with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half expecting the result to be disastrous. haha. dont know why. but yet, with the extra friendly service and a nice scalp massage (the one which u can never get in average-priced haircut saloons)  i can say the price was kinda worth it. :) im no big fan of splurging for just a wash+cut but yeah. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i felt young again. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pics throughout the haircut process though was tempted to snap some of my dreadlocks which was lying lifelessly on the saloon's floor after that. haha. but whats past is past. hahaa. i dunno what shit im talkin also right now. easy said, is im glad yeahh? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywaes, i was stuck with a class of p2 students whom majority of them are Malays. the class was small as in it only consists of 21 students. somehow when i called the teacher who was on MC just to asked any specific task she needed me to carry out with the kids, she kept saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before you start the class, u must scold them first okay or else they will climb over your head.. must be very strict hor. " &lt;/span&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that scared me initially honestly cause ive to officially take over the class as soon the teacher takes her maternity leave in 2 weeks time. as for now i'll just be covering for her for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it turned out the kids are just fine, i mean they are naturally hyper. they love to interrupt while i carry out my lessons just because they want to show their mates that they know all the answers to the questions...i mean, that's just fine for me. the kids just need space for them to release their energy... *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheh, bobal da mcm experienced lak eh.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that worries me is that i just couldnt get a proper set of instructions from the teacher throughout her absence for 3 days. i mean, i wouldnt want to disturb her medical leave just to ask her every single day before the class. well, lets just see how it goes lah eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat was pretty excited to see my new haircut though i feel it just resembles me so much from the past. he was my 'bank berjalan' as i had to asked his help at the last minute for some transfership of cash. heh. mine was burned on a cashcard and a booklet of parking coupons just for the rare trip to Orchard. Thanks as always dear though i admit it i was kinda being a hell bitch the whole day yesterday. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im yet to buy new outfits for Raya. maybe i wont. im yet to fully reshaped these contours. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-6381638216213701054?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/6381638216213701054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=6381638216213701054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6381638216213701054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6381638216213701054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/09/hell-yeah.html' title='hell yeah'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2517259711750667427</id><published>2009-09-11T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:48:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a word or so</title><content type='html'>im feeling kinda low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its due to the weather which suddenly showed its downside since early this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even sent my mum to work in a full suit. and i could only managed to give her shikin's NP windbreaker cause i dont have any extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain showed no mercy as i was halfway down the road thus i need to bring it real slow. mum was drenched as soon as we reached. this really convinced me that no matter what 4 wheelers are still my choice when it comes transportation for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i felt kinda bad when i sort of talked to mum in a pissed off manner when she forgot to bring down the jacket which  i left it on the couch before i head down first. my mum was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cincai nye orang &lt;/span&gt;or care less in most things so when she realised that she didnt bring with her the jacket, partly she put the blame on me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;like the auntie serving drinks in coffeeshop who said i didnt tell her properly when i ordered green tea so its my fault when she brought me Milo-peng instead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saying that i didnt inform her that i left her the jacket for her and she said its okay she could managed without wearing one. that is when i was kinda pissed cause the rain seemed to be just a drizzle but it'll be different once if we are on the road. so i asked my mum to still get the jacket no matter what,i was half expecting her to go back and get the jacket herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. while when we were on the way to her work, i felt a tinge of regret. cause i wasnt being nice to her. she's working her ass off every single day without complaints yet i cant even treat her right.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i gave her a short sms to apologise when i reached home, the funny thing is she didnt see it that i was angry.hahaa. lucky weird*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i realised that she's not getting any younger and also she is starting to forget things every now and then. that will definitely happen to all of us. so i wouldnt want to imagine if im not appreciating her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, speaking of my mum i still cant help thinking of what i found out from Liyah yesterday. changed my perception totally that no one is born perfect even to those who seemed 'perfect' to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. kinda funny to think of it too. seriously i appreciate Liyah's honesty of telling me some things about her mum which i never expect of and that made me wanna get to know my mum too. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that maybe i did inherit some traits from her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly i can say that i rather have friends whom you can share your joy with every now and then but being too close to them, i might need to think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might sound a lil bit of racism*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ironically to my own race.heh&lt;/span&gt;* but just have an open mind for a sec shall we...&lt;br /&gt;my mum prefers having friends among her chinese collegues or the indians cause she arent fond of the Malays or more specifically the 'mak-chicks2' community. she told me that they might seemed to be nice infront of you but when you turn your back to them, BAM! they shoot you though you may not have a slightest idea of it. well, easy said as 'mengumpat' or 'cakap belakang', 'buat fitnah' stuff like that. and  'jage tepi kain orang' too..no wonder we have all these phrases or sayings as we ourselves need them in our everyday lives ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum said she rather have random chats with her collegues every now and then without having to sit with them the whole day, building everlasting rapport cause in the end those friends might take advantage of your kindness like asking for a loan *which mostly end up to debts which they cannot pay* my mum dont mind lending a helping hand when her friends or should i say even my relatives are in need, but c'mon. we are also not leading a lavish life arent we? so why not they just give those people who have helped them a break and pay up when the time comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my mum has learnt one or two lessons herself including being bad-mouthed by the '&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mulut longkang&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;' when she tried to help in sustaining order and rightfulness at her work. those filthy mouths framed her of trying to put others' "pot of rice' at stake. unintentionally,i saw the letter she wrote to be passed to one of those who were involved so that her name can be so called 'cleared'. tsktsktsk. it saddened me to think there are such people around at her work.luckily my mum went to peaceful means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this also reminds me of the news where a group of middle-aged Malays involving both men and women fought till some of them bled just outside of the PKMS building. i think they were fighting over who have the rights to hold the management if im not wrong and this happened right here in Spore where i thought the people are smart in handling disputes rather than to resort to fists fighting. oh did i mention it happened just few weeks ago which means in the month of Ramadhan, the holy month? okay. im speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it scares the shit out of me really, i mean hopefully the younger generations of our Malays will not turn out to be like that. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though there are pretty slim chances in the minority&lt;/span&gt;*or else, we can no longer find good peers out of our own community. maybe that explains some of the scenes i see involving our malays who dont even look like malays anymore as they are used to 24/7 with their non-malays peers.if you were to ask them, they might say "oh, melayu merepek ah, tak suka ah melayu." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah yelah, abeh kau orang ape? orang bulan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, i may like condemning my own race here but i cant help it to say that i myself will like to really avoid most who are pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dont know why i have to ramble like one 'makcik' too. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i love my mum, i really do and to all the daughters out there like me, your mum seems to be the perfect one among the others but they are just normal human beings who definitely have their flaws. and if you know of your mum's flaws, love them still the way they are despite how heart-wrenching sometimes they could be.heh. i kept an open mind not to take heavily on Liyah's mum remarks.:) and like i told this dear friend of mine yesterday, i wouldnt want to follow suit the act of despising the kids of the ladies i know i arent fond of. haha. 'tak bersalah sey budak2 tu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let bygones be bygones. but nevertheless i learnt something that in this advaced era of ours, everyone are measured mostly by a skin-deep even if we try to deny that fact. so choose your peers wisely and act smartly. and last but not least, have faith cause you can never go wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: maybe i should just stick to one person whom i know will be living the rest of his life with me. make him my elder, my lover and my bestfriend. problem solved. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2517259711750667427?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2517259711750667427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2517259711750667427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2517259711750667427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2517259711750667427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-or-so.html' title='a word or so'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-6764984188102267850</id><published>2009-09-10T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:08:29.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations darlz!!</title><content type='html'>i have nothing much to boast about in my life lately...haaa. its not that ive been trying to find something to boast about just that hopefully this would not sound like boasting or whatsoever. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear smart Mamat kemamat *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tu tambah2 jek tu eh.hee&lt;/span&gt;* will finally graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! we both ironically had the same fate of falling into the courses which did not turn out to be our favourites thus we had to struggle in order not to drop out or simply give up from the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to graduate within 3 years though with a not-to-be-very-proud-of GPA while Mamat had to repeat another semester for two of his modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really he has worked hard for it. mugging day and night for his examinations. although he has prepared himself to take the supplementary papers in case he failed any of his modules, i kept cheering him on and made sure that he stay focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alas, this morning he received his results via sms and i screamed with joy when he read out the sms to me. most importantly, he passed. and im proud of him. really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i aint sure whether he gets to wear the graduation gown holding the scroll and all that soon cause it would be really nice as i myself did not manage to have that. hmm. but nevertheless, i really happy for him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yay!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-6764984188102267850?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/6764984188102267850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=6764984188102267850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6764984188102267850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6764984188102267850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/09/congratulations-darlz.html' title='Congratulations darlz!!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5327631169472760863</id><published>2009-09-08T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:22:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooooo</title><content type='html'>things are indeed getting lighten a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now for sure why i failed for the first NIE interview. and im pretty much excited on getting a long-term relief assignment that might last me for a term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hopefully the upcoming haircut will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything for a fresh and well start for the temporary-ideal-mini "career"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think ive been updating mostly about job-seeking regimes.. and yeah, something from the everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince Mamat got his CB400 and me-Gilera VXR200, running errands for both our families is becoming like a daily chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. its not that im lamenting..but im glad, at least for my case though im still unable to give mum my fair share of money every month unlike what my sis has been doing..i still can help her in some other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sending and picking up her from work from time to time let me to have that mother-daughter conversations which we rarely had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat did too. and that is what i always encourage him to do. maybe not for long as his mum would soon be riding her own bike. A Fino to be more specific. cheap due to its fully accessorized outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways there were times too me and Mamat would bring my mum and my li sis to JB on our bikes. as due to her daily work, it gonna be tiring for her to go public all the way and back from JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved it when my mum enjoyed herself at the end of the day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the future where i could have a car so that it'll be much easier to go out together rather than just the four of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i did play my part in deciding the new sofa set for our house. my mum and i had different views. i prefer fabric while she prefers leather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to that, there was a bit of kecoh-ness when we all went to Sungai Kadut to survey the sofa sets they have there. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, mum made the decisions though there were times i tried to psycho her. she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alah..tunggu rumah shila sendiri lahh.. ni rumah mak.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;" *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the giggling part was real eh.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. my house. Mamat has his own plans. he always tell me that i should just sit back and relax-let him do all the job. sounds like a heavenly plan but no. im going to plan the interior of my future house just the way i wanted it. harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of owning my own house,i think that should wait for quite some time. a lot of future plans coming up. err. i think im going to go towards babbling about career-related stuff again. hahaa. rite. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to commemorate the 'graduation' of my therapy sessions, i am no longer needed for anymore appointments..that means im all well. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mamat still left with one more appointment though, his feet issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5327631169472760863?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5327631169472760863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5327631169472760863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5327631169472760863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5327631169472760863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/09/wooooo.html' title='wooooo'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4127810055196642837</id><published>2009-08-31T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:46:06.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCUKed UP</title><content type='html'>well, i know its not really favourable for me to be having this attitude during this holy month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell, sometimes its very hard to control myself especially if i know i couldnt even get things done right for two times in the row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*double sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just hoping that my fate would lighten up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not giving up yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4127810055196642837?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/4127810055196642837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=4127810055196642837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4127810055196642837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4127810055196642837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/fcuked-up.html' title='FCUKed UP'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7746822634702742798</id><published>2009-08-26T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:43:46.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relief 'cheecher'</title><content type='html'>im yet to tell Mamat about this cause now he's having his last paper for the semester. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopefully he can do it.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywaes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i would like to give my fullest gratification to Allah cause He heard and has answered my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am struck with a bad financial at the moment being stuck job-less with only one tuition assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am yet to fully recover from my past state since i still have future therapy sessions to attend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped by the career fair last Sunday and ended up applying to be a pre-school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. sounds so not me.. i am not sure either whether i'll be good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the fully sponsored WSQ Proffesional Dip in Early Childhood Education offered sounded very attractive to me. its like being in NIE. u study, u get paid. the course takes a year and then you have to bond with the school for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too ambitious right?heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took it. with some doubts of course cause im afraid that the 2 years will seem to be a waste as my initial plan was actually to opt for NIE. but Mamat said just take it for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving the rest to destiny. heh. gonna have a one-day attachment this coming Monday;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that i would say im very glad that a very fussy school clerk called me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i gave them my usual reply that i haven't get any approval yet to relief teach. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause i was expecting an email which i used to get from MOE informing me of my successful application&lt;br /&gt;in the past*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually the clerk would just say,'oh, its okay then. Thank you.' but this woman somehow seemed impatient and asked me how come my application hasn't been approved yet. i was half-asleep and being asked a very stupid question like that would have caused me to be pissed off and maybe give her some snide remarks or whatsoever but i didn't. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thankfully due to the fast. heh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave a fake laugh and said i had no idea. she then gave me a number and asked me to call whoever in-charge to check directly regarding my application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mind you, the way she gave me the number was so damn irritating as she kept asking me to repeat the number as if im a retard or deaf who couldnt get the number right.then she asked me to call her back once i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to ditch her actually.. but i was curious about my application as well plus the fact that how come it takes so long for them to get it processed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave whoever the person is a call and again i faced another troublesome woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time she did not sound irritating like the first one yet after she asked for my IC number to check my status, she came back with a 'lecture' saying there's TWO things i need to take note next time. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and really it seemed as if she put a caps lock on that word by her tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing is i can check my status through online. and the next thing i can ask the school which wants to hire me to check for my status instead of calling this number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was pissed off. i interrupted her by saying its the school lady who wanted me to call her. i was so blardy frust as if it has to take her to run to the Arctics and come back in order to check me my status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out as a blessing in disguise *ooohh. i love that saying. haaa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly,my application has been approved since April. i was surprised but i didnt bother to prolong my conversation with the lady on why i failed to get any notice and all that so i thanked her profusely to shut her off and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then with all smiles i gave the school clerk her call and *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think she comes from the species of nyonya2 yg bebual pekik2 pat handphone in public nye type&lt;/span&gt;* she asked me again how come i dont know that ive been approved and all those months went to waste blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. again but this time with sincere laughs, i said i had no idea. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. thats about it  the good news that came with this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only yesterday Liyah told me that hers was approved and i literally nagged at her on how the time would go to waste if she dont pick any assignments now as the school term would soon be over in just a few months time. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaa. sounds familiar ehh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took exactly an hour to post this and just in time for Mamat to have finished his paper.so gonna ring him to share this heartening news :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so buzzing off.&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7746822634702742798?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7746822634702742798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7746822634702742798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7746822634702742798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7746822634702742798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/relief-cheecher.html' title='relief &apos;cheecher&apos;'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5556440114543761562</id><published>2009-08-20T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:46:47.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short,random post</title><content type='html'>yeahh. i can now run, jump and hop around *mcm bunny* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stepping cute lah siket. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cast is finally out. the stiffness of my feet is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but will soon get over it with future upcoming physiotherapy sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to God. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alhamdullillah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for still giving me the chance to 'loan' these dear pair of legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now more grateful that im born 'perfect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to dear Mamat too for his constant support. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for all my whinings and complains which sometimes he had to dealt with&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up folks as you dont know how lucky you are actually compared to the others. think about it as you still have the 'full set' of limbs to live with, shall we? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5556440114543761562?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5556440114543761562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5556440114543761562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5556440114543761562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5556440114543761562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/shortrandom-post.html' title='short,random post'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8834560741626320007</id><published>2009-08-14T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:56:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too bad Malaysia aint our country</title><content type='html'>well, this post arent going to be politically-related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the thought of the fact that Mamat and me has been making this neighbour of ours a 'hotspot' when it comes to dining,shopping and sightseeing. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we lived at the tails of each other, literally we no longer find much 'fascination' sites left for us to chill ourselves back in this homeland. *unless there's no need for you to cash out alot just for one day of date, and we're not that fond of sitting by the lake, picnic-ing and cam-whoring stuff like that so yeah. what else choices do we have?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today we went to Jusco at Tebrau. we intended to go to the other Jusco which was just newly-opened, aint sure whats the name of the place but after almost an hour of riding in the boiling weather, and i meant it literally cause i kept telling Mamat that i almost died of dehydration back on the pillion seat while he was busy trying to figure out the correct route to our destination. but alas he was my hero as he still brought us safe and sound to the place though it was not totally the correct one despite all my whining behind him  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i wonder what it would be like 10 years from now.. are we supposed to wear suits equipped with our own mini-air conditioner just in order to survive the heat?ish.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i would declare it again that Secret Recipe has the best Tom Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had Noodles in Tom Yum Kung. while Mamat had Curry Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we gave a thumbs up for both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a bargain we got there. RM16.90 for a set of main course, drink and tapioca crackers for starter. not forgetting just an add on of RM2.80 for a brownie of your choice. yummay! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh. its a weekday set meal anyway so you'll only find it on weekdays before 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Brownie tasted surprisingly scrumptious and who would deny the American Brownie especially when it comes to indulging pure and hardcore chocolatey taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an eye-sore to set foot into huge brand names stores like Topshop, Dorothy Perkins and Esprit cause ironically their items cost more than those sold here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jusco is a place where brands reigned. so after a while where did we head to? The Reject Shop. cause there's no FOS. harhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its MMS right now. short for Malaysia Mega Sale,heh. so prices of most of the items which are not that brand-inclined were hugely discounted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeahh. jom gi JB jom! hehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mamat bought shoes to replace his old ones for playing street soccer. He's not desperate for brands like sometimes i do when it comes to judging quality *hehe* so he's comfortable with a pair of 'Kronos' (which i just knew from him that its a local brand,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;entah betol ke tidak&lt;/span&gt;.) which just cost him less that SGD25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. we always sniff for the good deals whenever we go. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some 'precious' pix as its not everyday that we snapped one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ5jY7hdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/U8wYOYjlnLA/s1600-h/13082009117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ5jY7hdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/U8wYOYjlnLA/s320/13082009117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369505605415044562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love dining when the place looks like this. you can barely used all your fingers to count the number of patrons whom dines with you too. no need to queue for seats nor share the same table with another couple. we dominated the whole 6 pax set! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ5F_E0_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/OIMIC0BwoXg/s1600-h/13082009118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ5F_E0_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/OIMIC0BwoXg/s320/13082009118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369505597521974258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last mouthful of cheese brownie for the day. i did the honour ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ4kiz_yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZUwhYdAasNw/s1600-h/13082009119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ4kiz_yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZUwhYdAasNw/s320/13082009119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369505588545060642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat dont love my tummy for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ4JPrAAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/59ey6x2EI6c/s1600-h/13082009120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ4JPrAAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/59ey6x2EI6c/s320/13082009120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369505581217021954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate his habit of escaping the 'crime' scene as soon as i have finished the last morsel.&lt;br /&gt;They said you have to sit for at least few minutes after every meal to allow your food to get 'settle down' but Mamat always doesnt get that. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this, but im starting to love my already-slacken-while-on-MC life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and-nyways, about my previous 'fucked up' post, i wasnt fucked by anyone.haha. i just realised that i had this extremely paranoia-mad&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; attention seeking&lt;/span&gt;-sydrome for Mamat. whenever i misses him. i know, its extremely not cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8834560741626320007?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8834560741626320007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8834560741626320007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8834560741626320007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8834560741626320007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-bad-malaysia-aint-our-country.html' title='too bad Malaysia aint our country'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SoRQ5jY7hdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/U8wYOYjlnLA/s72-c/13082009117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8318581905385216346</id><published>2009-08-12T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:55:17.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>im feeling super fucked up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now having a bad feet and shoulder aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday didnt turned out well with me and mamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that he passed his 2A license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. i dont know maybe im just slowly losing all my patience to this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing-to-be-proud-of&lt;/span&gt; state of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting bulge-ier each and every day. my movements are restricted due to this cast feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he love me but what the heck i did that he still couldnt have that total trust in me until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; super-extra sensitive&lt;/span&gt; to his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah maybe i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im planning to doze off the whole day to 'sleep' all the frustrations away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8318581905385216346?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8318581905385216346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8318581905385216346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8318581905385216346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8318581905385216346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8023348344206860318</id><published>2009-08-06T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:02:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Syiok!!</title><content type='html'>the day of reunion came at last yesterday after giving such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tedious &lt;/span&gt;call for everyone to make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day started as early as 7.30 in the morning when one of us, Isfarina text me asking whether we still want to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;force&lt;/span&gt;' her to take a sick leave from her work. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised as alas, i managed to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;' her.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though some last minute problems came up and i made some loss just to make sure that everyone would be present, frankly i enjoyed myself very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a guy was among us and fortunately he did make himself comfortable with us ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite a talk with him while we were on the way and back from Bedok. and i found out some interesting facts about him like his current girlfriend is actually a girl from Ngee Ann Poly too and she was the one whom caught so much of my attention by her distinct hairstyles every now and then.. what a small world heh? *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;yeahh..dah kate singapore nie kecit kenonet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;controversial' &lt;/span&gt;mate, dear Badriyah did turn up though she had to sneak her way out for us..sooo in other words,we appreciate everyone's presence..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really,really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badriyah was chosen as the 'organiser' for the next outing since it was not easy to ask her out and another reason is also me and dear Liyah have tendered our resignation from the task of organising officially...cause seriously..it wasnt easy too.heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously in love with my long-lost mates. we now have different personalities unlike from the primary school days. how much we have changed, but one thing for sure, all of us do enjoy the idea of catching up with each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Muhammad Bin Hussen Abdat&lt;/span&gt; for being a very helpful boyfriend for that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was appointed to be the delivery guy for the cake to surprise Isfarina as an advance wish from us for her birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though the cake wasnt delivered sucessfully as a "nice and presentable cake" due to some unavoidable circumstances as it was delivered on a bike, I still appreciate his help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH darling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as for all Cashstudio, the place where we went to will definitely be my choice of place when it comes to karaoke-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place is nice and the fact that you can prolong your stay only when no one books your room after the 3 hours is definitely worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the staff also present good services especially when they saw that we brought a cake, they assisted us by giving us a tray to bring in a cake and also they were kind enough to give us plates, forks and spoons as we didnt bring those that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall recommend Cashstudio to everyone. :)  *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chey dah mcm part-promoter pulak!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there is this one show on Suria aint sure what was the title but its a half an hour programme that keeps updated with local issues. i watched it from time to time as i was typing this post and my former Silat guru was featured on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it showed this ang moh whom had been travelling throughout Asia with his wife but they stopped at Singapore for its peaceful and multi racial culture.'&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yaa..the show was about some individuals who took interest in stuff different from their cultures' &lt;/span&gt;so the ang moh named Fred, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i heard his name mentioned by my Silat guru few times in the past&lt;/span&gt; has interest in Silat, and my Silat guru has been the one teaching and guiding him in this martial art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if the universe heard my calling that i have the urge back to resume my trainings in Silat,i know now where my Silat guru still he holds his trainings and not forgetting the nostalgic feeling it gave me when the name of my former Silat club was showed across the screen when the man was interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. I soo want to get back active in all the sports that i had onced been into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able to be fit and healthy is precious. enjoy and make full use of it while you still can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8023348344206860318?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8023348344206860318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8023348344206860318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8023348344206860318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8023348344206860318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/karaoke-syiok.html' title='Karaoke Syiok!!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-461236479024078710</id><published>2009-08-03T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:43:28.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read and ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="first"&gt;The 46-year-old Chinese producer cum actor recently raised eyebrows when he was reported to have spent 20million dollars on a sprawling bungalow located in Binjai Rise, a prime residential area. Li reportedly emigrated to the United States 20 years ago to advance his career in the Hollywood movie industry. He was confirmed of his Singaporean citizenship a month ago and was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;said to have chose Singapore for its good education system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" id="adlrec"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;if(window.yzq_d==null)window.yzq_d=new Object(); window.yzq_d['8MglHXxsfFE-']='&amp;U=13o2atdao%2fN%3d8MglHXxsfFE-%2fC%3d200112546.201886611.203160071.201253580%2fD%3dLREC%2fB%3d201033128%2fV%3d1'; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;Li's older 10-year-old daughter is currently schooling at the Singapore American School. He &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hopes for both his children to receive an all-rounded education. During the Forbes Global CEO Conference organised in Singapore last year, the Chinese actor appeared to be very supportive and pleased with the education system in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a Singapore citizenship, the actor can now spend more time with his family members who have been residing in Singapore for the past two years. Apart from enjoying the country's good education system and the privileges conferred upon its citizens, plus with a Singapore passport, he can now travel from country to country without much hassle and documentation work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The actor is currently taking a break from acting to concentrate with his charity work. He launched a charity organization called "One Foundation" in China last year in April. A joint-collaboration with the Red Cross Society of China, One Foundation hopes to raise funds and provide help to all victims of natural disasters.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;Jet Li just got his S'pore passport meaning he's officially a PR here now. I was informed by the news when Mamat asked me a sudden random question, "Jet Li da mati eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;I was like what?? and have this thought why this year is full of the deaths of celebrities. of course, MJ's which happened on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;but it turned out to be a prank from Mamat's friend to him. -_- &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;but still i decided to browse through the news at Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;Jet Li's main reason for the change of citizenship is due to our education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;Kudos to our fellow teachers. *honestly i don't think their work is some sort of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;slavery for the government&lt;/span&gt;' like those claims by some individuals..same goes to other jobs like being in the police force etc. they are all honourable jobs arent they? i mean.. you work in order to achieve noble causes.. being a teacher, you are responsible for the kids' upbringing.. and for being a police, you are the reason why we are enjoying peace and order right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="first"&gt;and there was also another news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="first"&gt;LONDON (AFP) - - Ferrari ace Felipe Massa admitted on Sunday he was lucky to be alive after surviving a 275kph horror crash at the Hungarian Grand Prix.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" id="adlrec"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;if(window.yzq_d==null)window.yzq_d=new Object(); window.yzq_d['LsgPHXxsfFE-']='&amp;U=13f4ml83f%2fN%3dLsgPHXxsfFE-%2fC%3d741063.13541513.13646171.2013436%2fD%3dLREC%2fB%3d5800313%2fV%3d1';&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;The Brazilian was struck by a suspension spring which had worked its way off Rubens Barrichello's Brawn GP, resulting in Massa crashing his Ferrari into a tyre barrier in qualifying in Budapest.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massa needed emergency surgery on his fractured skull and spent two days in a medically-induced coma.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I'm lucky to be alive,&lt;/span&gt;" Massa told the News of the World.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't remember anything about the accident but I will race again&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He explained: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I woke up I didn't know why I was in hospital, so I was asking 'why am I here?'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I was pulling all the tubes and Eduardo, my brother, tried to stop me - so we had a fight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The accident was so unlucky but I know I'm lucky to be alive. I don't remember anything of what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It was my race, so when I awoke from the coma I couldn't believe it when they told me Lewis (Hamilton) had won and Kimi (Raikkonen) was second."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven-time world champion Michael Schumacher will take over from Massa behind the wheel of the Ferrari at the next race in Valencia on August 23.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;reminds me soo much of that past accident.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;the only difference was that, i wasnt racing when it happened. hahaa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;so yeah. sometimes things turned out that you dont remember a single thing about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;for some reason or another&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but one thing for sure, it's all blessings from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyways, i've been watching this particular Hindi movie 3 times flat. hahaa. without any signs of boredom yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taare Zameen Par-Every Child is Special&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Starred by Aamir Khan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;full of things to be learnt about how we are we living our lives and our perceptions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;success'-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is it determined by having straight A's in all tests/examinations? or simply when we have found our own natural ability/talent and thrives on it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;your choice. mine is the latter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/8122373951091262282-461236479024078710?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/461236479024078710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=461236479024078710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/461236479024078710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/461236479024078710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/read-and-ponder.html' title='read and ponder'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1557265541767550046</id><published>2009-08-01T23:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:51:05.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downside</title><content type='html'>well, its been 5 days since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually planning to literally abandon my blog until something great comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeahh..was actually depressed these past days... well, wasn't successful in my first interview with MOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really hopeful, equipped with testimonials from the organisation which I'm currently involved with..but yeah.. somehow, they rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. most said i should try again, and i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this first time failure made me realise that actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;life opens many paths to you. you just have to make the right choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thought of studying again struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my current diploma wont help me as much i expect them to if i were to use it to try out our NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but frankly, i am still proud of myself for getting over my diploma on time. 3 years flat. but what's the point if you can barely go anywhere with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone told me that maybe MOE sets quota for those who just finished their O' levels and they want pursue Diploma in Education at NIE.. that was why probably i didnt stood the chance to get myself in cause my 'fated' path is to take a Degree programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i find that bull****. isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean obviously i am not competent enough. but what's with those who still can get in despite their aggregate of 20 and above they got for their O level's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in actual fact there is one, as mentioned by Mamat..one of his friends back in Siglap Sec. currently she is now in NIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sheesh&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i had this plan of taking a part time diploma in something which at least i have some interest in (unlike the engineering course) and meantime, work in the education sector.. get experiences and then apply for NIE again...this time for the Degree programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... before that, Mamat asked me to try applying again for one more time. maybe this time, i get myself more prepared for the interview even if it includes cutting my dreadlocks off. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just to be extra sure&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think I going to have a phobia of getting rejected again&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lorr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, i already filled up the online application after a short '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;war of the mouth&lt;/span&gt;' with Mamat cause somehow he always wants me to do what he believes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. but we'll see. he said i could go on with my plan if whatever he claimed is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i have another issue to bring out too. i scored an AD in one of the modules back in my poly years; Events Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't even managed to organise a decent meet-up with my fellow long-lost friends without involving myself with another '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;diserang-boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;' incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why sometimes certain boyfriends get overly emotional when it comes to their girlfriends meeting other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait2. obviously&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; if you know you are attached, gladly act like one&lt;/span&gt;. but this is about a girl trying to meet up with her friends only that guys are totally not allowed. and did i mention that the ratio of the number of girls to the number of guys is just 7:1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! six of us girls are coming and only one mere guy whom are also excited to catch up with us was also invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then what happen? one of the girls backed out cause why? boyfriend forbid her to attend due to the presence of that one guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me being a 'concerned' girlfriend to this long-lost friend of mine whom we are all dying to meet again, simply asked her to think about it and MAYBE sneak her way out by telling her boyfriend yes, this is a totally ALL GIRLS event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only, ONLY for this one time. but i did stress that she can choose not to do it cause i honestly wouldn't want any arguments to arise between she and boyfriend just due to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well why didn't i expect it, the boyfriend sneaked to her girlfriend Facebook account last night while i was online and threw his tantrum at me saying that I'm teaching his girl to do bad deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was furious. never it crossed my mind that was my motive, i just do not want her to miss out this gathering cause seriously it wasn't easy to get ourselves back together again after so long so i did defend myself a little bit by saying honestly it doesn't make any sense for him to 'chain' her and obstruct her from her wants. furthermore, this guyfriend of us already got himself a partner why shouldn't he bother to flirt with someone he'd long not met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i threw part of the 'job' in approaching this confrontation to Liyah. and my.she was doubly mad than me. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minahrep-ness &lt;/span&gt;'outshines' her normal-self and she bombarded back each and every word that guy threw at me.(well, she uses my name to chat with him) hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt want to mention all the discrimination Liyah spat onto that guy cause some of it might stir some political displeasure furthermore we are just a country of a little red dot which has been sharing the same causeway with this dear neighbour of ours. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah . whatever2... im sick of all this..  '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we've been one year together.. ooohhh... how we are so in luurrvvee.. u are my only one... im happy to have met u...blahhh..blaahhh.&lt;/span&gt;' and then what? '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no guys..not even friends because u are mine and i dont want u to cheat on me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's the trust??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love Mamat and frankly, he did some stupid stuffs, we argued. then i retaliated and did some stupid stuffs too so we're even now. we're so over the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;honeymoon season&lt;/span&gt;', followed by the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;war period&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(somehow of which all these while i didn't managed to get pass over that stage. ) &lt;/span&gt;then we are just chilling now hopefully until &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the wedding dais.&lt;/span&gt; Insyaallah. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meantyme, i did commemorate the day i was super-extra stressed. i decided to just vandalise my room's wall. my sis Mira and dear Mamat too got their fair share of  joy by joining in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwwZ3SjrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nvVhlWUMTik/s1600-h/editted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwwZ3SjrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nvVhlWUMTik/s320/editted.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365037032983924402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last somebody put the owner's name to the bed, thanks to Mira.&lt;br /&gt;Mamat tried to come out with some abstract designs with one of the stars on the wall with the help of only a red ink pen. dont think he succeded in achieving that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwkkr_heI/AAAAAAAAAu0/qYy6iU1Quu0/s1600-h/02082009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwkkr_heI/AAAAAAAAAu0/qYy6iU1Quu0/s320/02082009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365036829730899426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like great depression huh? hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwj0OCgRI/AAAAAAAAAuk/k6wa1DOboRE/s1600-h/01082009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwj0OCgRI/AAAAAAAAAuk/k6wa1DOboRE/s320/01082009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365036816720363794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite this is just a random pic snapped by my sis while Mamat was trying to cheer me up with his '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;belo-ness&lt;/span&gt;' by wearing one of my sleeveless top and acting like one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to myself. hopefully there are blessings in disguise to everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-1557265541767550046?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1557265541767550046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1557265541767550046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1557265541767550046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1557265541767550046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/08/downside.html' title='downside'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SnRwwZ3SjrI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nvVhlWUMTik/s72-c/editted.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7965459249599339360</id><published>2009-07-25T00:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:55:24.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok ok</title><content type='html'>impromptu plans work best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was well-spent with 2 of my best mates as its been a while since we last chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Shida and Fiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak shida commented me in fb this afternoon while i was suffering a plain pure boredom and then it struck me why not drop by her place and maybe play with her cats and kittens?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *haaa. maybe i aint serious about that.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we did spent some time with the pets. esp Fiza who went 'oooohh' and 'aaahhh' when she set her eyes on all those cute little furballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she instantly made herself comfortable with the kittens (as she herself keeps 2 cats at home)&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could do the same.ahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched dvds and sang karaoke. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indeed karaoke-ing is fun ehh. cant wait for the K-nite! hee&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last tyme i hung out with Fiza was when we were enjoying ourselves at the Bangkok trip. so i was glad when she delightfully agreed to tag along with me today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so before we headed to Kak Shida's place,i did fetch her from her new current workplace, but it stunned me cause it is at my former primary school; Boon Lay Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that all the while she had gotten herself a new title; 'Teacher Fiza'. i was real surprised that she chose to be a relief teacher as her temporary job. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;baek ah Fiza! ahaa.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i wasnt belittle-ing her but i remembered her saying confidently that she wont ever have any slightest bit of intention in her heart to teach children. and see where she is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;moral of the story: Dont be over-confident in whatever u say or do.&lt;/span&gt;heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course im envy of her.ahaa i really cannot wait for the time i can be fully healthy again to run around and teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause even today when it was the first day i was entitled to the ownership of the Gilera, i couldnt fight the temptation to ride around and do stuff. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsk.tsk.tsk&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its just me, i guess. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not for long i would have the full ownership of the Gilera as Mamat hasnt get his own bike yet and as for the Vespa the bike doesnt seemed to function as well as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for safety reasons, we said bye2 to the vintage ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning to just get a Fino for his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SmnstMGdtBI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iux7Yb20WGA/s1600-h/24072009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SmnstMGdtBI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iux7Yb20WGA/s320/24072009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362077092447892498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully i can overcome my phobia to these species too as there are high chances im getting them as my own pets in the future. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as highly encouraged by Mamat too. hmmp!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arent they cute?absolutely. my greatest achievement so far was just to lift them up few inches from the ground and put them back down when they started to squirm and wriggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yay!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the cats people. dont hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7965459249599339360?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7965459249599339360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7965459249599339360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7965459249599339360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7965459249599339360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-ok.html' title='ok ok'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SmnstMGdtBI/AAAAAAAAAuc/iux7Yb20WGA/s72-c/24072009%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1983867424512837383</id><published>2009-07-21T18:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:00:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy Belated Sharf!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SmWYs02giPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/aW9q-FuqwNM/s1600-h/21072009%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SmWYs02giPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/aW9q-FuqwNM/s320/21072009%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360858827323377906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post goes to a dear friend of mine, Miss Sharifah Murni Binte Salim..*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i get that totally right?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves to be called Murni but i always prefer to call her by her first name cause i find it classic lah..hee. she used to be a girl who was always in awe of things and curious about them too.. and it always tickled us with her hype acts of chattiness...with that, she never fail to bring joy to every occasion and put smiles on the faces of her friends. She has been strong to recover from a recent loss not mentioning other odds as well ever since i have known her and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;salute &lt;/span&gt;her for that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that, she has grown up to be a one fine lady as she just celebrated her 20th big day last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being very absent-minded, *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;aiyayayai&lt;/span&gt;* I only managed to give her an 'emergency' call to wish her this afternoon. *waliaolei...haa..sorry lah sharf eh.. am totally occupied with all that worries regarding a sort of a financial difficulty im in rite now but yeah.. that still shouldn't be an excuse to forget such simple tasks of wishing my friends' birthday on time rite? yeah.. admit it. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tsk.tsk.tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately she wasnt mad or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kecik hati&lt;/span&gt; or anything.. wouldnt want to repeat the same mistake twice eh..Mamat also wished her but in his own version, being a lame&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; abang2 gatal&lt;/span&gt; who wanted to give her a prank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get-to-know-u-&lt;/span&gt;call yg tak successful..hahaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, she was bored with nothing to do at that point of time so i joyfully agreed when she asked me to tag along with her to Jurong Point to pay visits to all those merchandise in her wish-list. and with that i managed to give her a small treat to pizza hut. hee. better than nothing. kan?kan? goodness. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks to dear Mamat too cause without him, i dont think i could make that treat happened either. ish.kesiannye aku..huhu.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways as always we chatted about some of the issues in our love life.. trying to give love at the same time get those blessings from the high above which not many of the youths our age are trying to seek.. especially in days like these where being ignorant may not be the most WISEST choice in living your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good example, is the recent movie ive watched, Syurga Cinta.. a very good show with strong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*except for the strong character potrayed by one of the main cast, Syuhadah..haa. i find her too extreme, maybe we should just be a lil bit '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt;' lah can? i don't mean we cant advised our partners to walk in the path of God, but what if every word we speak we advised, we give 'lectures'..tak ke mcm irritating gitu kan? haa. i totally am supportive of her actions but i find it to be a bit unrealistic..as if like 'too good to be true'.. but yeah, nothing in life is quite impossible rite? hmm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wallahualam&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not perfect and im grateful that way. That is why we live in order to find our way through that perfection in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mind a lil words of wisdom aye? hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of Ramadan is nearing people. Ladies, don't forget to pay your debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-1983867424512837383?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1983867424512837383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1983867424512837383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1983867424512837383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1983867424512837383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-belated-sharf.html' title='happy Belated Sharf!!!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SmWYs02giPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/aW9q-FuqwNM/s72-c/21072009%28013%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-6038651285631310237</id><published>2009-07-17T19:07:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:27:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>Friday night is one of the nights where u're suppose to let ur hair down and forget any of those stress and bewilderment u had for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am. doing just that only Ive been doing it for the past 2 MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to only have two mere sessions with the kids ever since i started giving back tuition at the beginning of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only now that i feel the strain of traveling all the way to the other side of the island just to give a 1.5 hour of English lesson. *despite in the past when i enjoyed journeying cause i also took it as killing two birds with one stone; give tuition then meet mamat or vice versa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only that, nowadays Mamat is the one who always gets around to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i easily get burned out as days of plain resting went by..&lt;br /&gt;my tummy is growing larger everyday *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bukan mengandung baby tapi babat!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i need to sweat it off&lt;br /&gt;but can i with this cast leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;* cant wait to let these feet stretched and break lose in maybe a mile long run on the threadmill? or in a game of netball? or my most favourite, a kick at the punching bag?&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or the least ah.. at Mamat? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i am forever grateful and thankful that i still have the chance to use both legs..*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alhamdullah&lt;/span&gt;* but how i am missing it... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i get constant motivation from Mamat who has been consoling me that soon i will regain 100% of my health back. for now, i just need to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! patience cause i admit I'm so lacked of it! *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;slaps myself&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will only be having an MRI scan early morning tomorrow and definitely the results wont come immediately so i don't think this cast would be rid off any sooner than i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the brighter side, i need to thank Mamat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*thanks eh dear, L.O.V.E youuuu.heheh&lt;/span&gt;*because from next week onwards *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Insyaallah&lt;/span&gt;* the Gilera will totally be mine! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesssaahhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was due to his mum's Vespa which was kept at the workshop for almost a year as she already bought it in advance..only that she's still yet to pass her license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Mamat has decided to transfer the ownership of the Vespa first to his name while waiting for his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while he rides the Vespa, i shall take the full ownership of the Gilera...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*weeeeeeeeeee!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im grateful as soon it would be far more easier for me to travel as in this period of time i am actually not allowed to move around much unless with the use of crutches. *and i dont use crutches. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i am still *on the mission* though in looking for the right design for the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bright colours with striking designs should be a total NO.am going for the soft and elegant...*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chey!macam paham je ;P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers. have a blast weekend folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I laugh, I love, I hope, I try , I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. and i know you do the same things too, so we're really not that different, me and you&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8122373951091262282-6038651285631310237?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/6038651285631310237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=6038651285631310237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6038651285631310237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6038651285631310237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8438812048159109488</id><published>2009-07-14T01:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:16:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GILELAH!!! *our fellow apeks version of Gilera*</title><content type='html'>it is not often that i get stay awake despite the time already clocking to almost 2 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but due to today's i must say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very-the-hectic&lt;/span&gt; schedule as Mamat and i have filled up 3/4 of our day in public transports to get around from my place to his place just to get his IC back from the uncle who used it for owner transfership of his SP and at last to LTA where we ourselves settle the owner transfership to our new bike. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;penat siot!!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just as soon when Mamat send me back home, it took me barely half an hour to get myself into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only spent like 3 hrs snoozing when i was woken up by Dide when he screamed his band's top hit Suara(Ku berharap) *i mean my ringtone eh. hahaa!*. It turned out that Mamat made countless attempts in trying to call me but it always ended up in my mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we werent sure whether it was due to his phone or mine or the nation's telecommunication network. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haa..jauh seyy&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still that doesn't stopped me from having this thought that the almost 3 years old phone is now just starting to show its first few signs of disintegration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haiyah..not now leh..later2 can?when i get my stable flow of cash every month like i used too..hmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i did mentioned about 'a new bike' right.. so putting that aside, I'm still yet to get over the excitement of owning *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;partly jek eh.hee&lt;/span&gt;* a smoother and hassle-free ride..not any other than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gilera&lt;/span&gt;!! *unfortunately its not everyone choice of a ride though..;P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still i cant deny the advantages of having a ride which is auto powered. i mean besides the fact that u no longer need to play with the gears (thus risking yourself having engine stalls every now and then in times when ur not alert or need to make a jam break) the speed also differs unlike manual ones..even when mamat rode at 80kph, it seemed like 100kph for me.hahaa. and even Mamat's 'powerful' SP used to vibrate whenever he tried to bring up the speed higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that being the pillion also shares the same enjoyment as the rider? cause i rather spent my time at the back *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enjoying2 the scenery lah gitu kan..&lt;/span&gt;* feeling nothing under your butt *i mean constant vibration and not mentioning the aches of having long rides* but just the wind gushing through ur hair *i mean under the helmet lah.haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay2.. maybe im just exaggerating..hee. but still all i wanna say is, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite. so now my current 'mission' is to try to think of a design to makeover the outlook of the bike cause although the interior i must say i give it 8 out of 10, appearance-wise too bad ah i can only give around 4 out of 10. haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bike is 05 model although registration date started in 2006, so stock colour came as matt black.&lt;br /&gt;*not my favourite choice of colour though* not only that, there are also visible scratches at the front part of the bike. that explains the relatively inexpensive deal we got from the previous owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracking my brains for some ideas on theme of bike. maybe retro? but most importantly, it MUST be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unique&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am intending to bring the "legacy" since the demise of my dear RXS.. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chey.cam paham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so folks.. this late-night blogging has indeed helped me a lil bit in getting myself to resume back my beauty sleep so yeah. enjoy yours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;jangan lupa cuci kaki&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;without you, i am nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8438812048159109488?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8438812048159109488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8438812048159109488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8438812048159109488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8438812048159109488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/gilelah-apek2-yg-da-takde-gigi-nye.html' title='GILELAH!!! *our fellow apeks version of Gilera*'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-2502446263672487202</id><published>2009-07-12T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:34:18.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumdidum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnzGoTc8jI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FyGj4eYKGhI/s1600-h/Picnik+collage+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnzGoTc8jI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FyGj4eYKGhI/s320/Picnik+collage+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357580526957687346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had another chill-out session with the girls. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;makan pizza by the jetty at WCP sambil main Monopoly;P&lt;/span&gt;* this time we intend to bring back all our clans..haha.. unfortunately only one managed to make it..Azura.. one of the crazy ones who have made my pri sch days memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other two, Bad and Rad (short for Badriyah and Radiah) couldnt make it as one was working and the other one was unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. next we threw the resposibility of organising another chill out session to Azura since she just recently joined us..haa.. and we were thinking of........KARAOKE-ing....(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harap2 bukan KARA-TAK-OK-ing.hee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we all be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last Saturday i did made myself present at the annual Grads-Tea organised by Mendaki. It was an opportunistic event as we were being caught up with the latest trend of hiring by employers from all the different sectors, be it public,media or business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got various tips on how to "rough our edges in making the cut" *just like the theme of this year's event*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now aware of the things which i should keep in mind nor i should also avoid when it comes to job interviews or choosing our paths of career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank u Mendaki!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiseyman.haha&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there I also bumped into Mariam aka Mary, *hehe* a sweet gal who i rarely met compared to during our secondary sch days (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still remember i used to consult her in regard with a crush of mine who happened to live near her place..mcm stalker gitu kan.. hahaa. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;kental&lt;/span&gt; i know. &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's now comfortably settled into the job of a nurse at SGH though she still complained of the inconsistency of the job in regard of the shifts etc.. hahaa. funny as im still wishing hard i could land into a permanent job of my passion soooooonnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. best wishes to her though and we snapped a pic as a memory of an unplanned meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnqIYKooqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/GvYN9z-Qe9g/s1600-h/Picnik+collage+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnqIYKooqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/GvYN9z-Qe9g/s320/Picnik+collage+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570661380825762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnqIElRPXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yjgj17O0OpE/s1600-h/Picnik+collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnqIElRPXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/yjgj17O0OpE/s320/Picnik+collage5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357570656123829618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those pics above are taken since its not that often we get to snap pics with this beloved machine of Mamat so we did on the last night before he was supposed to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; bid it farewell&lt;/span&gt; the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i also didnt wanna missed my chance to give it the last ride despite my cast feet.hee&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last, we'd managed to sell this bike to this ahbeng*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i must say a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loaded&lt;/span&gt; one too.hee&lt;/span&gt;* who surprisingly has only reached his legal age of obtaining his 2B license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was rather ironic as i had spent days in search of any feedback by anyone who are interested in the bike. even after we have dropped the price of 2.6k to 2k flat, the responses were still very slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, on Wednesday 8th July 2007 just after we gave the classifieds a last check for any new responses before we decide to just hand over the bike to the workshop *where we will only get 1.5k*, Mamat received an sms from someone inquiring about his SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a series of questions,he asked where could he view the bike and when Mamat mentioned it's at pasir ris, he lamented that it was quite far from his place *which is only at Yishun where u can take a straight less than 20 mins bus ride to pasir ris* hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. so i was thinking, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oh..cut the crap&lt;/span&gt;" and decided to do the talking myself. I wrote him a lengthy sms asking whether he was really keen in getting the bike, and if he can pay full cash that means no instalments. If so,we would willingly travel to his place just to let him have a view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, he could pay in full cash and he said he was very keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so off we rode to yishun despite the threatening weather. but it was well paid off as barely a few minutes after the ahbeng saw the bike and briefly looked around it, not even asking so much qns from Mamat he said, "so when u want me to transfer the money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. the funny thing is i felt a mixture of weirdness and ecstatic-ness..i mean.. i understand the eagerness of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;baru2 nak pass nye budak&lt;/span&gt;, how do i know this, easy, just look at mamat a year ago. hee. but this ahbeng was more 'superb' lah. he havent even get his license yet. so he wana put the bike as lay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well3... the handing over of the bike went tedious-free. Mamat got help from the workshop uncle whom he's close to regarding bike repair,servicing and stuff. the uncle then helped us to settle the owner transfership, repair anything that is still faulty with the bike and tow it to yishun once everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ahbeng did trust us as he kept his word and transfered Mamat the promised amount of money on the very same day at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so now... because of him, my dream in riding a smoother and newer bike will soon be a reality. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK U TO DEAR MAMAT too&lt;/span&gt;. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopefully everything would go well*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am looking forward to tommmooorrooowwww.................!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-2502446263672487202?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2502446263672487202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2502446263672487202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2502446263672487202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/2502446263672487202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/dumdidum.html' title='dumdidum'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlnzGoTc8jI/AAAAAAAAAuM/FyGj4eYKGhI/s72-c/Picnik+collage+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-904138646633286329</id><published>2009-07-06T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:35:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masks and cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1i_tA2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jfqB2lB0_0k/s1600-h/hosp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1i_tA2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jfqB2lB0_0k/s320/hosp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355343826824004450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1sxc6FI/AAAAAAAAAs0/kzA-0s-6zq4/s1600-h/hosp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1sxc6FI/AAAAAAAAAs0/kzA-0s-6zq4/s320/hosp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355343829448583250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to dedicate this post to myself since months ive been 'burdened' by the countless hospital appointments which i have to go through. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and also dear Mamat . thanks to him for accompanying me at every visit. :)&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Allah again for blessing both of us with a speedy recovery and foremost, a new lease of life. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alhamdullah&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, something pisses me off today while undergoing my third visit to the doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;begini cerite nye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince i was discharged, my left ankle has been swollen. its like one of those times when i sprained my ankle during sec school days cause of netball. but this is different. unlike those sprains, this swell took longer than a month to heal or should i say at least show some signs of recovery.. and so i brought this out to the doc during the last hosp visit.. he claimed my ankle to be 'instable' and signed me up for therapy sessions and an x-ray. the weird thing was that, the therapy came BEFORE the x-ray. shouldnt the doc check exactly what is the problem before moving into something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i went for my therapy. twice. the therapist seems to think that i am making some progress. i did all the exercises which i was told to do and i thought everytg gonna turn out just fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today came the x-ray. went to see another doc and we had the liberty to see for ourselves the x-ray films together with him. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ohkay this doc's cool, unlike some docs who tend to keep everytg to themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doc spoke to us *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me and dear Mamat&lt;/span&gt;* as if we were knowledgable as him regarding all these bones stuffs cause while he was pointing towards the x-ray of my ankle, he explained that there was this one point where my bones should be overlapping each other but they are not. and so the verdict is; ligament tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'huh??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be that serious?? i mean whats with all those therapy sessions i have already gone through..? what if those sessions instead of aiding the recovery of the swell, worsens the 'already' bad condition of my ankle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hey? is this how the treatment systems work?&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; aiseybedah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i threw the doc all sorts of qns regarding those therapy sessions and he said 'oh... stop all those exercise at the moment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also signed me up for another MRI scan where they can see more details of the injury to my ankle in case there should be any fractures and such.and guess what? the scan cost can reach up to $400 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. thanks eh. why dont u guys checked the whole being of my body while i was still on the hospital bed? at least all those amounted scans and x-rays can be put together into one bill and our dear beloved government can subsidise it. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hmmp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my ankle uptill half the length of my calf, is cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'just to make sure" like what the doc said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right2.. just as i thought i am no longer needed to have some sort of cast wrapped around me.. hmm. just my luck i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and due to my luck also, the kayak-ing plan was cancelled as Is is due to finish school quite late this coming Friday which left us, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/span&gt; having the option of just a movie and makan-makan date.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amacam? seoul garden lagi pe?ahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else i would have just go on thinking that i might still swing my arms, maneuvering the kayak together with my cast leg..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the pic below is for my own viewing pleasure and also for those who dont know what it is like to have one part of ur body cast. Mira is trying her strength to spark pain to my leg over those 'steeled' plaster. u can try that home. no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1XdA2wI/AAAAAAAAAss/Ph4bIRKN5tY/s1600-h/06072009%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1XdA2wI/AAAAAAAAAss/Ph4bIRKN5tY/s320/06072009%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355343823725714178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strength of love lies in differences,not similarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-904138646633286329?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/904138646633286329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=904138646633286329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/904138646633286329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/904138646633286329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/covered-and-cast.html' title='masks and cast'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SlIA1i_tA2I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jfqB2lB0_0k/s72-c/hosp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-6474844731113031030</id><published>2009-07-02T14:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:15:38.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay lah</title><content type='html'>alrite. im feeling relieved right now. the interview's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 interviewers, only one of them (the one who sat in the middle) posed me the question.the other 2 act as 'lookouts'. haa.. maybe they're there to judge on my self-presentation, image..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la.. there were only a few questions asked and roughly they way i answered them are as follows. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;cey! mcm comprehension lak&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were curious on my choice of diploma. why the hell do u take electrical engineering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. i wish i had a nice answer for that but i was forced to dig up into the old, painful memory of getting my Maths terminated due to the foolish incident of the calculator thingy so i told them due to that, my choice of courses to Polytechnics was limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i did graduate 'on time'. i did not give up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then why I wanna teach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..cause its fun to deal with kids especially to feel the satisfaction whenever they get good grades based on ur teachings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i joined progress class thus i learnt a lot about teaching..moreover fellow mentors are also teachers thus they guide me along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some relief teaching in schools thus more exposure to a real 'teacher's life..but that interest me more..especially on dealing problematic kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i took a course which give me professional training on handling 'vulnerable' youths or kids coming from poor family backgrounds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna upgrade myself more? so where i hope i wanna be at? NIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.. is that a good answer to a single question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they mentioned about the accident which befell me and asked whether that poses any problem for me related to teaching..i didnt quite get the question at first but when i said that i was actually supposed to sit for the interview the week when i was hospitalised, they were like, "ohh..oh okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden,they asked whether i had any question for them. well, i wished i had.. haa.to make it for the cut u know.hopefully..but i rather not asked if the questions are unnecessary..more worst if those questions might potray a negative impression on u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the interview ended. i was surprised as i think that the duration was too short. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*did i say anything wrong by mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* and before i leave i asked them again whether they still have any questions for me. *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wtf shila!!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.. i find that kinda stupid. of course u have to sell yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i really dont know the outcome. 50-50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's a luck, i might get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. wished they'd asked me more. but yeah..thousands of applicants..is totally up to u to make urself stands out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. hopefully i'll succeed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Insyallah. God Willing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, Mamat's exam falls on next Monday. officially a time off for him to focus totally on his revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shall skip this week's progress class and so I might not be meeting him often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i cant wait for his graduation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my prayers has been answered. *Alhamdullah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who gonna sold us his Gilera agreed to let us separate our payment into two. That was what we want initially but somehow Mamat kept saying that the guy wanted us to make one full payment. however, after i talked to him, he said that wont be a problem as long as we down some cash to confirm that we are getting his bike and he wont lose anytg by waiting for us to make the full payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is what Mamat just did. Now, the issue is we have to find a good price to sell off his SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abg Razak was kind enough to 'advertise' the news to his fellow rider mates and there is this one guy who has just passed his license and is interested in getting himself an SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while Mamat is busy with his mugging, i will busy myself up to find 'customers'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lelong! lelong!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: I love u Mamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-6474844731113031030?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/6474844731113031030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=6474844731113031030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6474844731113031030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/6474844731113031030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-lah.html' title='okay lah'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-804163092639666920</id><published>2009-06-30T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:41:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkoC6k0M6sI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tT9xJHIKz_s/s1600-h/28062009091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkoC6k0M6sI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tT9xJHIKz_s/s320/28062009091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094312421550786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's not a bride waiting to be wed off.. ahaa.. that's our very own Nas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, she was dressed grandly just for her birthday and she looked very pretty indeed:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope she liked my gift to her and may her attempt to pursue her career in teaching will be a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am pretty nervous for my upcoming interview. hope everything will go well..*Insyaallah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping that me and mamat could get our hands on the Gilera that we have planned to buy.. I'm hoping my dear mamat could fulfill my dream in getting me the bike which i want after the unfortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has done ALOT for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows that. there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; another guy that can replace him.n i mean it.though im aware that my actions did not speak for my words. there were frequent arguments just because i couldnt stop my mouth from 'nagging' at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. i do follow my mum i realise..hee. *too bad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkoC6dkKUVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ixmj2JujObA/s1600-h/29062009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkoC6dkKUVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ixmj2JujObA/s320/29062009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353094310475223378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mamat, Mamat he is the Best, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mamat, Mamat he beats the rest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahaha.pardon my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kental&lt;/span&gt;-ness. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope for the best in everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prayin hard*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-804163092639666920?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/804163092639666920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=804163092639666920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/804163092639666920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/804163092639666920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-nas.html' title='Happy Birthday Nas!!!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkoC6k0M6sI/AAAAAAAAAsk/tT9xJHIKz_s/s72-c/28062009091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-7512671147384817474</id><published>2009-06-27T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:48:07.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an addition:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well tdy's Shila's Bday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;T0 her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Friends will come and friends will go,&lt;br /&gt;The seasons change and it will show,,&lt;br /&gt;I will age and so will you,,&lt;br /&gt;But our friendship stays, strong and true.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Happy Birthday, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; It's so good to know someone special, who shares,,&lt;br /&gt;My secrets, my laughter, my dreams and my cares,,&lt;br /&gt;Someone through good times and bad, when there's tears,,&lt;br /&gt;It's so good to know you, my friend through the years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; I'm blessed with an angel,&lt;br /&gt;Like heaven might send,&lt;br /&gt;And I call her (Shila),&lt;br /&gt;My angel and friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to a special friend!&lt;br /&gt;      Although I haven't known you many years,&lt;br /&gt;      Perhaps because you've dried so many tears,&lt;br /&gt;      Pleasure reigns as I these greetings send.&lt;br /&gt;      Your happiness should        last till all things end!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because you've been so sweet and       understanding--&lt;br /&gt;     In toughest times you've made me laugh and smile--&lt;br /&gt;     Rejoice in your own specialness awhile:&lt;br /&gt;     This I'm not requesting but demanding!&lt;br /&gt;     How else to make yourself the celebration,&lt;br /&gt;     Doing what does not come naturally?&lt;br /&gt;     Always your concern has been for me,&lt;br /&gt;     Yet now you must endure my adoration!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160);"&gt;Happy birthday to a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;     All my love to you this precious day!&lt;br /&gt;     Part of me knows just what I should say;&lt;br /&gt;     Part perhaps some deeper word would send.&lt;br /&gt;     You're the strand on which I silent write&lt;br /&gt;     Before my dreams are swept far out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;     In you there's room to canter and run free,&lt;br /&gt;     Restoring my lost sense of space and light.&lt;br /&gt;     To me you are a place where I can stay,&lt;br /&gt;     Hanging out to watch the rush of time,&lt;br /&gt;     Drawing in the sand a lazy line&lt;br /&gt;     Along which I can go my own sweet way.&lt;br /&gt;     You are my sun and shade, my bread and green tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthdays are an annual excuse,&lt;br /&gt;      A way of saying things we ought to say.&lt;br /&gt;      Relatively few can sing their love&lt;br /&gt;      Unless they do it on some special day.&lt;br /&gt;      Hearts are shy, and words of little        use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;But now I want to tell you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;     Open up my heart and say the things&lt;br /&gt;     Siblings seldom say to one another&lt;br /&gt;     'Cause of the embarrassment it brings.&lt;br /&gt;     However long we live, I'll be with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas is so good with her words... haaa.. i felt touched when she dedicate these to me through her blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it also came with pictures of me and her&lt;br /&gt;which unfortunately cannot be copyrighted..*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aiseyman...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the pics too was the most special one cause it contains me, her and my dearest RXS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories..memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway the announcement of the coming of that post came around 2am last night when i was snoozing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it startled me to be woken up like that and all of a sudden i was like, "eh, today Nas bday eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was panic that i might forget that i gave her a call.. haha. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;sorry eh Nas, shilabobila is getting 'blurer' every single day lah..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was due to the fact that she changed the date of the celebration which caused me to get confused.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayla. lay me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; carpet when i come tomorrow kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot sweetie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-7512671147384817474?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/7512671147384817474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=7512671147384817474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7512671147384817474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/7512671147384817474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/addition_27.html' title='an addition:)'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-1102114290432748672</id><published>2009-06-26T18:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:33:44.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks dearies!!</title><content type='html'>I already got the interview confirmation letter from MOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay2.. thats not the point. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday was my birthday and the 'celebration' had already taken place the day before that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my girlfriends and of course dear Mamat :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he surprised me with a brownie cake from Famous Amos at around 10 plus pm while i was chilling watching television at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half an hour before that my smses sent to Mamat were unreplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Mat, kau buat ape nie??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'jap2. aku nga mandi lah'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'huh? jak bile kau mandi malam2?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'hehe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mamat really need to find a better excuse next time..haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still i decided to ignore him..as what i thought he was cleaning up to get ready for his 'mengaji' session which always take place on wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he called.. asking me what i was doing and so on.. and all of a sudden he asked me to open the door to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like..'&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matttt!!!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. if only Famous Amos has a delivery service, Mamat would definately be the best candidate to be its rider. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i wasnt expecting anything posh for this year's birthday as we were even struggling with our evryday expenses eversince the accident so we're unable to work for the time being..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover,Mamat has been real kind enough to be the one who pays for whatever stuffs that i crazed while GSS is still going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. shilabobila is real nice too to understand all that.*ahakz!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywaes, my girlfriends too deserved such credits as they took the time to wish me with a such 'sweet' happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*siap ngan cincin 'lord of the rings' agi..hahaa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis's fiance Abg Razak gave me 50 bucks since he didnt know what to give me as present.. haa. i was reluctant to accept it but he insisted on it so i just use it to give everyone a breakfast treat of Macdonalds this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, my dear sis, Shikin took the time too to wish me through her blog. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i couldnt 'steal' the post up here  just that i could keep the link to her blog.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spotrot.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.spotrot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*but fortunately i could do that with Liyah's.. heheh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="header"&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;b&gt;20090624&lt;/b&gt;10:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemtitle&gt;Early Party for Ms Bob Marley&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJGDYgtauI/AAAAAAAAD8A/FQBoVaJebxc/s1600-h/IMG_4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/3.bp.blogspot.comm/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJGDYgtauI/AAAAAAAAD8A/FQBoVaJebxc/s200/IMG_4319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350916331202767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJGD9xAQ_I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/BETkHlLo5FM/s1600-h/IMG_4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://172.31.254.244/4.bp.blogspot.comm/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJGD9xAQ_I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/BETkHlLo5FM/s200/IMG_4315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350916341203223538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJGDu7XfJI/AAAAAAAAD8I/xzStXcOkX08/s1600-h/IMG_4318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://172.31.254.242/2.bp.blogspot.comm/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJGDu7XfJI/AAAAAAAAD8I/xzStXcOkX08/s200/IMG_4318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350916337220156562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJDD9Egv2I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/ADpmV37_Ql8/s1600-h/IMG_4330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/4.bp.blogspot.comm/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJDD9Egv2I/AAAAAAAAD7Y/ADpmV37_Ql8/s200/IMG_4330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350913042481725282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJDDhYJqMI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/Sh3wXnDDQE0/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://172.31.254.241/4.bp.blogspot.comm/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJDDhYJqMI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/Sh3wXnDDQE0/s200/IMG_4331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350913035047905474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJDDFC9jwI/AAAAAAAAD7I/5wbr3Rdqi3I/s1600-h/IMG_4332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://172.31.254.243/2.bp.blogspot.comm/_E_VQUtTLOJ4/SkJDDFC9jwI/AAAAAAAAD7I/5wbr3Rdqi3I/s200/IMG_4332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350913027442839298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had fun. Giggling, bitching and chilling with good girlfriends. (: (perangai melayu tulen habes) They came by at one. Everyone brought their old treasures except Isfarina. I finally seen my yenner yenner message in aishah's diary. I am clueless as to where did i learn those language from. (: (innocent look) And seriously, i hate hate hate really hate the primary six class photo. Please do not upload them in facebook. Sheeeh. I look horrible with those center-parting shoulder hair. Yucccks! Haha. We've seen all old letters/school certificates/diarys/pictures and lots more. Gossips was usual. We add on some flirtology tricks for Is and Aishah who might need help to hook a guy. Provide them tips, advice and pros/cons in having boyfriend. Yes, to impress using body language is important. (: The truth is, once you have a boyfriend, you can never equalise friends with boyfriend. Ok, dah sidetrack tu. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay..cant help it, but i totally agree with u Liyah.. girls always tend to be bias towards her boyfriend if the time calls for it. they will do that,they just dont realise it.&lt;/span&gt;)  *okay..im sidetracking too.. alamak...haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Had tom yum cup noodles. (my dapur tak berasap) Serve them vitagen/v.coke/milo/milo icecream/cookies&amp;amp;cream icecream. Woohoo. Party gila! Tomorrow is shila's 20th birthday. We did an early celebration for her. She blew candles from the animal kingdom cupcakes. And a card as a little gift from us. (: Yeah, bet she's surprised. We spent the rest of the few hours camwhore and watch cartoon. Kayak was canceled due to the light drizzle. Babi eh! We all went jurong point to help Is get her black formal skirt for her interview tmr. Given her no-butt tiny thin body, she got a skirt for 12 bucks. Wah. Good deal. GSS ending soon so must hurry shop! After parted ways, i went to surprise my pidon. I waited for err half an hour at his void deck macam night guard. He was calmly surprise to see a siao girl fumbling his motor box. Sheeesh. Giggle all the way to kfc. I pun makan and the night end so well. I love you pidon. Pidon, i hate your in-service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY SHILALALALALA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. dont mind the copyright ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day which was supposedly the day all the celebration should take place, haa..the morning was spent at the hosp..where i went for my second therapy session.. after that stuck with mamat with no idea of where we wanna go w/o the idea of spending much.. so we chose to go across the borders to catch a movie at citysquare,JB. haa. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;baek kan idea? movie dapat, makan dapat, minyak full tank pon dapat... hehe&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;but sadly..i didnt manage to fulfill my attempt to watch Transformers. we heard from lots that the movie is a disappointment.. it was even reviewed that way by channel newsasia..hmm.. so we watched a movie that left me freaked out..*what a movie to watch on your birthday* The Last House on the Left. even the title didnt linked. go watch it.you'll get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dear Girlfriends and especially Liyah for 'sponsoring' the location. haa. *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gerek ah lepak umah kau!we should have that often..kay?kay? heheheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know once in awhile u do sneak up to my blog,so Thank u Shikin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, Muhammad Bin Hussen Abdat. Love u.Love u.Love u. Love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqa6yf8WI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jr3v-K69Pg0/s1600-h/24062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqa6yf8WI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jr3v-K69Pg0/s320/24062009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351589636657377634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqahBzqDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/xUjfVNu0D4U/s1600-h/24062009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqahBzqDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/xUjfVNu0D4U/s320/24062009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351589629742262322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bought me flip flops. ironically it was pink. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqaZORQ6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/aesFwApAs90/s1600-h/24062009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqaZORQ6I/AAAAAAAAAr0/aesFwApAs90/s320/24062009089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351589627647050658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still in my casing cause i wasnt expecting.haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqaKVAqzI/AAAAAAAAArs/aWLDnwgQRXw/s1600-h/22062009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqaKVAqzI/AAAAAAAAArs/aWLDnwgQRXw/s320/22062009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351589623648791346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is just random..but i love the dear boy!! isnt he's drop-dead gorgeous? haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: anywaes, RIP Michael.. U're always be a legend. Big Fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-1102114290432748672?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/1102114290432748672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=1102114290432748672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1102114290432748672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/1102114290432748672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-dearies.html' title='thanks dearies!!'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SkSqa6yf8WI/AAAAAAAAAsE/jr3v-K69Pg0/s72-c/24062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8797617600995501883</id><published>2009-06-21T11:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:45:34.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:):)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3HJn8YacI/AAAAAAAAArk/3QWh7o82k0I/s1600-h/IMG_42141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3HJn8YacI/AAAAAAAAArk/3QWh7o82k0I/s320/IMG_42141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650900541008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-made envelope.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3HJFLyveI/AAAAAAAAArc/0ik4z_crf2w/s1600-h/IMG_42151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3HJFLyveI/AAAAAAAAArc/0ik4z_crf2w/s320/IMG_42151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349650891210407394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apology letter.. including a Hari Raya wish. haha  *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;lawa kan bunge ape aku? haha&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3Bvlflv-I/AAAAAAAAArU/heJh0VDPd_U/s1600-h/IMG_42171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3Bvlflv-I/AAAAAAAAArU/heJh0VDPd_U/s320/IMG_42171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349644955648638946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..this one too..letters i kept sending Liyah of the incident where i pushed here till she bled her forehead. ish3..   *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Liyah, im still,still,still.still sooooooooooooooooo sorry... hehe&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3BuijiTqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/t0LDLy8gg5I/s1600-h/IMG_42131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3BuijiTqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/t0LDLy8gg5I/s320/IMG_42131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349644937680015010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyah's 'diary' where we used to write our profile as if we didnt know each other.. haa. cute2.i dont know why im so into hearts and 'lalalalala'. haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj21SI6m9gI/AAAAAAAAAq0/T5nB28mIQvY/s1600-h/IMG_42161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj21SI6m9gI/AAAAAAAAAq0/T5nB28mIQvY/s320/IMG_42161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349631255621596674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i sent her this straight when she was having a long MC based on the incident. haa.see the sad smile i drew at the face which supposed to be hers? ;D&lt;br /&gt;its a pain though that this pic kept uploaded sideways.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj2y_cQ6PBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/uyWCGrnuzMI/s1600-h/Picnik+collage+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj2y_cQ6PBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/uyWCGrnuzMI/s320/Picnik+collage+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628735374638098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i was real excited to see all my "works of art" from the past. and the best of thing is that i cant even remember that i wrote them.haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so loving Liyah's treasures..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters to each other since Liyah was the only gal from our primary school that went to Tanglin Sec while most of us went to Hong Kah Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just me, but Aishah too sent her letter to this dear friend of ours.haha i didnt upload the letter up here but i wish i had because hers is cuter! *haa. will upload all of them the next time we get together:):)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. i was so surprised that she still keeps those letters delicately that most of them look as if they were written just yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will dig up for my own share of treasures *but i bet they wont be as presentable as Liyah's.hee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to meet up with my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8797617600995501883?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8797617600995501883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8797617600995501883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8797617600995501883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8797617600995501883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_21.html' title=':):)'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sj3HJn8YacI/AAAAAAAAArk/3QWh7o82k0I/s72-c/IMG_42141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-8798216268225019518</id><published>2009-06-19T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:05:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress-buster day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sjs2ZYgwt1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/jUI3twIDf0I/s1600-h/Picnik+collage+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Sjs2ZYgwt1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/jUI3twIDf0I/s320/Picnik+collage+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348928792137086802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamat was in his downside mood yesterday. he failed his TP test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it seemed okay to me as its been months since he last ride.. that'll explain his first attempt failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm. biaselah da selalu sangat pass semua test sekali, sekali jek fail susah ah nak terima..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so his idea was to have some sort of indulgence to 'treat' the disappointment and so he chose seoul garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. another seoul garden treat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its been a while since i last had such treats with mamat and despite the burnt holes in our pockets, we still give it a go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had at-last my root bear float. hahaa. during the seoul garden treat with the girls there wasnt any vanilla so i couldnt made myself one back then.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mamat savoured 3 servings of his favourite yam ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent 4 hours in the restaurant and we swore we wanted to have a place to lie on..haa.&lt;br /&gt;we were so sleepy and tired since both of us have woken up that morning even before the sun was up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did something we hadn't done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay a mat by the beach and snooze away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ironic isn't it, mamat's house is just a stone throw away from pasir ris beach and yet we haven't really spent much of our time there lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my idea though mamat wasn't really fond of it. he claimed that only girls love to do that kind of stuff but not guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a group of guys laying a mat on the grass and laze around, chatting and laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i myself would have laugh if i sees that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was still a nice short "get-away" though. we chatted and spent the time like we used too when we were first dating each other. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should do this more often ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;but maybe we will again tomorrow as we have a plan with dear Kak Shida to chill out at Sentosa. haa. its been a while since i last hung out with her.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. rite, will be meeting dear liyah after this, she's been dying to set her butt out of her house and have some lepak-ing sessions with us girls but unfortunately Aishah was sick since yesterday and Is is busy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so its me and Liyah, where? Jurong East Library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa. a place where she used to label as "tempat cari jodoh" especially at the fourth floor, you know where the schoolkids always hang out? haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad we can no longer join in the fun.haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-8798216268225019518?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/8798216268225019518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=8798216268225019518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/8798216268225019518'/><link rel='self' 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yumyum</title><content type='html'>let me just state this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling super guilty as ive eaten a whole lot of fat since yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamb steaks, chicken chops, not to mention fast food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where's the whole veg and fruit thing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im grateful that im still able to enjoy all those fabulous food but then again health is the first priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheydebah shila!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a whole well-fed afternoon at east coast park yesterday with the mentors from BBECC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just to allow us to have a bonding session and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my.. i loved the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. rite2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im just back from another meet-up with the trios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or us, 'Fantastic Four'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we surprised our dear Aishah with a cake for her 20th birthday tomorrow at west coast park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it was from 3 of us, me, Liyah and Is, most of the hard work came from the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.. appreciate the initiative. i just add on to the cost.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it was an awesome evening. we fly kites, tried the flying fox and as usual we never missed the *hot* gossips.haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our most 'beautiful' pics would be uploaded by our new facebook enthusiast,Liyah.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;and soon hopefully Aishah..haa&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for such a brief post. haa but honestly im still trying to get over the tiredness.. the whole yesterday at the pit..and woke up in the early morning today to have my therapy. how i wish the hospital is just nearby.. hish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must thank my dear mamat for taking the trouble accompanying me to and fro from the east back to the west.. haa. he's getting more worried eversince i took off my cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you Muhammad Hussen Abdat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are some of the pics during the bbq. more on facebook.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i didn't realized that im so into world peace.hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SjZxJSJL93I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lLDJqh6D-f4/s1600-h/14062009031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SjZwFgXWYFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cSA7Ow_NRsU/s1600-h/14062009060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SjZwFgXWYFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cSA7Ow_NRsU/s320/14062009060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347584847438569554" 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/8122373951091262282-2695687843653600601?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/2695687843653600601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=2695687843653600601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4925321867868366059</id><published>2009-06-12T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:09:21.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>haha.. shila is so slowww to put pic as part of her blog layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, this is the outcome for not having anything to do at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mamat too has include some new songs to my playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks dear one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4925321867868366059?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa. its not that i have totally recovered but i definitely think that the healing process was progressive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that straightening of my back while sitting, walking and even sleeping has paid off well i guess..hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in another 3 weeks I'm scheduled for another appointment where that same doctor will check again on the progress of my healing spine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. somehow i'm nervous as i hope his decision of me removing my cast at this point of time was wise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that spine check-up,my mum had earlier on reminded me of so much things to bring out to the doctor too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that include my a month's old swollen ankle&lt;br /&gt;                           and the whitish thingy that we all assumed as stitches thread which popped out&lt;br /&gt;                           of nowhere from the skin above my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;my mum scared me by saying half of the thread which is still stuck deep inside my flesh may result to an outbreak of pus and all that gross stuff if its not removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly my front tooth which 1/4 of it was chipped off due to the accident however was not stated anywhere in my hospital report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. the doctor claimed that my ankle is somehow 'loose' and it needs a therapy then follows up with an x-ray *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or maybe the other way round?&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a traditional massage which my mum has been planning for me if the swell doesnt go off is an absolute no-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stitches would be removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting a dental appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. all that was settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i would have to visit the doctors frequently from now onwards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that check-up which was the furthest i went since the hospital is at simei, made me realised that to travel all the way to pasir ris might not be that tedious and so we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that actually to 'pay a visit' to Mamat's Super 4 which is still having its 'makeover' at the workshop near his place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i thought i should as well pay a visit to both my tuition homes which tuitions sessions was left stranded since the days i was hospitalised. futhermore i need to get back their contact numbers. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the incident which led to the disappearance of all the contact numbers in my hp i rather not share it..hee.just a thanks to dear Mamat eh.&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that visit was actually an interesting one as one of the homes is the tuition home where i dont get to see the parents at all as when i came to teach, both of them are working and only be back by the time i already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its the June holidays,at last i get to see the mother as she's a teacher in a school just nearby, one of the schools i had once relief teached before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that was also the first time the mother saw me, both her son's and daughter's tutor. and with that first time, Mamat was also there.haha. well, who cares.. a teacher should be the one with an open mind right?hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ironic as that visit turned out to be like an interview session...she was more interested in the things that we are currently doing right now..my NIE application, mamat's school.. and so on..that obviously after she found out about the what really happened regarding my accident thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a firm and strict mother indeed. she was thinking of taking a term off her work just to focus herself on the studies of her primary 6 boy who will soon be taking PSLE. that boy anyway, indeed has not much interest in studies which i find from the tuition sessions i had with him..i heard he has more interest in sports.. but who am i to mention this to his mother/teacher. hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that plan to take a long leave and she was aware that i have a fair amount of teaching experiences at her school, another plan came up with that; she thought of recommending me to take-over her place if she is to take leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been dying to get approval by MOE to let me relief teach in schools and here there's a chance for me to teach a class?definitely i am excited! haa. it'll help me very much in gaining as much experience to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im praying very hard that i will get that opportunity.. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;praying hard&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that the mother encourages me to give myself as much time to recuperate before i were to start anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, of course that i will do.. i wouldnt want to get myself weak all the way if i were to work at an early start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, surely i still have a lot of time as i was given another 23 days of MC... haa. but maybe i might start tutoring again next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wish to get myself permanently pampered up at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, loved the recent 2 hrs-late-lunch i had with the girls at Seoul Garden plus all that chilling near esplanade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa..it was ages the last time i went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Liyah for the initiative. Batam trip i will plan okay? :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-3772184719056101972?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/3772184719056101972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=3772184719056101972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3772184719056101972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/3772184719056101972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-baby.html' title='yeah 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Siz90o8N1dI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1Jjexj5_-D0/s1600-h/04062009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Siz90o8N1dI/AAAAAAAAAnM/1Jjexj5_-D0/s320/04062009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344925938566944210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Siz90j23dgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/tUWyKIKLro4/s1600-h/04062009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Siz90j23dgI/AAAAAAAAAnE/tUWyKIKLro4/s320/04062009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344925937202329090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SiyIN6SxssI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0Lgikj35VLg/s1600-h/04062009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/SiyIN6SxssI/AAAAAAAAAmU/0Lgikj35VLg/s320/04062009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344796630349624002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a pic we took when we were taking a short rest at Mount Emily park. how we got there?&lt;br /&gt;haa. i was confident to lead the way from Paradiz Centre(now known as Pomo)where we had our Mad Jack's lunch *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;anyways,Mad Jack never fail to imress us:)&lt;/span&gt;* back to The Cathay; from the back lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we made a big u-turn back to Pomo again siaa...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were really pros rite?;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its ok as we had a very good exercise after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was all for another 'painful' date last Thursday.. yeah.*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shila lambat la nak update.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless of my swollen ankle i still try myself out for shoes..haha. bought myself 2 pairs of heels from M)phosis and 2 pairs of pumps from Cotton On all for the unbelievable price of below 50 bucks. love the great bargain. love GSS. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we catch Monsters vs Aliens and it was hilarious. haha. thanks to Liyah's quick review of the movie that made me chose to watch it over Night At The Museum 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into Nas and her guy, Asan at Plaza Singapura later in the evening and it was the first time he saw my condition and mamat's.. wouldnt wanna say what was his reaction to us now as i will talk about it later in this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mamat are a couple of good habits now and we made our way back to Jurong before 10pm. haaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and dear Murni was catching up with each other this past recent days and she thought of having a sweet treat at the ais kacang shop near our place but nonetheless as it was already late and it was already closed, we set our feet to roam around the pasar malam instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when she invited me to drop by her place as it was ages since her mum last saw me. and yeah again, her reaction...hmm i would rather mention later in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,these days mamat had to turn himself into a travel-freak just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*muahahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;queen&lt;/span&gt; when he agrees to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whatever/wherever&lt;/span&gt; i feel like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;doing/eating/going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad for him, my temperamental downside spoiled our moods at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im seriously helpless when it comes to controlling my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;macam big hulk tau kalau joyah dah marah...&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ive watched this particular episode of "Tabah" at Suria few days back. its a show about the resilience of some people who have been hit by some kind of misfortune or another.. and that episode i watched was about this strong woman whose husband is paralyzed due to road accident and she has to become the sole breadwinner in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the husband had problems controlling his emotions too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will shout and just be mad at everyone at times as his helplessness frustrates him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i feel when i was watching it?                                       confused.grateful.hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused as i wonder which side should i turn myself to.. people have been saying i shouldn't ride anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah..this is the reaction most people had for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and there were also some who rather looked at the message behind what happened and encouraged me to do what i am supposed to do  *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;this i like. hehe&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hopeful as my choice is  definitely not to let a single incident to change my life but rather to take from a different side from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will still ride but this time i will take the whole lot of my life seriously. set my priorities right and never to treat this world as if it'll not ever end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that i do feel frustrated sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today the abrasion at my knee which ive managed to remove the bandage after weeks had scraped against the side of my bed stand and the heeling skin was peeled off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the wound is open again. *arrgghhh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too lazy so i just slapped a hansaplast across the wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this doesnt include another injury i gotten myself with yesterday which was kinda stupid as it was caused by my sister who threw a pair of heels at me after i showed her the newly-bought hoping that i would catch it. the sharp point of the heels hit one of my toes and it bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh. i know i shouldnt be pessimistic but hell im mad by the evergoing injuries that i have futhermore they are all yet to recover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i was sooo hoping that mamat is here with me.cos i hate to admit it but he really do take care of me well whenever he's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;yeah! he takes care of me damn well okayy??haa&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that would really trouble him as it were straight 4 days since last thursday when we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including yesterday he followed me together with mum and sis all the way to Yishun to pay my grandmum a visit. it was nice of him to stay all the way for hours as there was alot of catching up to be done with my relatives. i realised it was only these free time im having that i can follow my mum to all her activities that are related to my relatives... in the past i was so wound up with myself that i failed to really be involved in this kind of activities..hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we both had our fair share of continuous advice and words of wisdom from my side of relatives..regarding riding. but the good thing was they encouraged me to learn from the accident. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;maybe because my uncles they are all riders themselves eh..&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my grandmum had been in coma since months and only last week she was discharged but the most saddest fact is she no longer can take care of her ownself.  she had a concussion when she fell down in the toilet and after undergoing operation she could no longer move her body  *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hell, why this kinda of accidents always happen?haix&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she still understand whatever things that are happening around her, its just that she couldnt react promptly to them and she can yet speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle and aunt quitted their jobs just to give their very best in taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that my grandmum would soon recover as nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone can survived a deadly accident, why not this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has its own reasons and blessings. im sure this is to portray a learning point for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just have to wait till next few days when my dear mamat accompany me for my first hospital appointment this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention im yet to receive the interview letter from MOE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgghh! i hope the dates wont clash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5311501704119270038?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5311501704119270038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5311501704119270038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5311501704119270038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5311501704119270038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0WML2RIaR_U/Siz91Z4gfRI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dGIN3ZbuDIo/s72-c/04062009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-4377582945388355747</id><published>2009-06-03T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:21:16.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>havent get any letters from MOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bile siot nk dpt??*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to move a step advance in this ever going spiritless life of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down to another week before my ist appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can see whether im fit enough to kickoff all those plans Liyah wanting to have for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batam trip, JB-makan-ayam-Macdonalds trip, and not forgetting seoul-garden gathering trip she's dreaming to have with our old peers back from primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have alot of other plans too once im totally back on my two feet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-4377582945388355747?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/4377582945388355747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=4377582945388355747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4377582945388355747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/4377582945388355747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-5554146908244271750</id><published>2009-06-02T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:22:18.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>condolences</title><content type='html'>i dont know y.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but life is indeed unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im thankful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im left here with that second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i can figure out the reason wisely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so do the others whose still with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, bikes, cars they're all the same. nothing can stop it when fate says it should be that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're all here to just ponder and take everything as lessons to be learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya dan menempatkan dia di kalangan orang-orang yang beriman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8122373951091262282-5554146908244271750?l=ilovemamat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/feeds/5554146908244271750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8122373951091262282&amp;postID=5554146908244271750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5554146908244271750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8122373951091262282/posts/default/5554146908244271750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilovemamat.blogspot.com/2009/06/condolences.html' title='condolences'/><author><name>shila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05862227995610362765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KwOnG7lIs/TfUEdnetsCI/AAAAAAAABPw/Y34N3r585ro/s220/DSC_0317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122373951091262282.post-811019696027691522</id><published>2009-06-01T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:57:45.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a 'painful' date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;on 30th may 2009 was officially my last day in the WSQ course which im involved every saturday for the past 10 weeks(exclude that 1 week which i was exempted.hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was rewarded with the status "competent" by our trainer after which we had an interview session whereby we were tested with a case to see how we well we can handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, im glad:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully the certification will help me in getting future work opportunities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, after that last session, i met mamat and we went off for a tiring and i can say a "painful" date..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we dropped by ah boy, which mamat been wanting to go since that whole weekdays i'd preferred myself to coop up at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got ourselves quality helmets. haa.. i really want us to learn from the past accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a good bargain though due to the discounted price as we bought 2 helmets at once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we headed to bugis and i must say its been ages since the last we stepped there cos the last tyme i went there was i  dropped off Nas and i remember i temporarily parked my bike beside this huge construction site just beside bugis street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there it is now, another mall just like The Cathay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant remember the name of the mall but it has its own theatres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we took the chance to explore the new grand building and i must say it sure will attract people like me who loves to hang out at less crowded places; just like mamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was seriously like one kampong girl who is thrown out into a foreign city  by the way i was looking around the place.. i could count with my fingers the number of times i went with mamat to places within the town area all these while and definitely theres alot of catching up that needs to be done;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasnt long as mamat despise walking around in malls if nothing interest him so we hopped on the public bus which was ironic (as both of us were holding helmets. haha) yet i prefer it than taking the train :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that almost an hour of journey landed us at jurong where we decided to check out IMM as theres a promotion going on if u wanna get yourself a new pair of specs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats was what mamat did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he got himself a pair with a price below a hundred bucks which was worth it as he said to get himself a pair will usually cost him much2  more than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*at last someone is going away from contact lense for awhile.hehe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been ages too since i dropped by FOS so thats just what i did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course ive to dea
