<?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-3893636917527525502</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:50:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NoFairytaleConclusion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4921984049244479397</id><published>2010-10-18T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:10:19.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unglam?? who cares..</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to go through something that i can't possibly experience in school. Working with my family is definitely an experience to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might comment and say that my diploma is a waste as i ended up working in a kitchen(with O'Braim. not the house kind of kitchen.) Well to me, diploma is just a back up for my rainy days. in case something happen*touch wood* or i need a change in air, i can always fall back to designing. for now, what im more interested is learning how to manage and handle people and workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like an unglamorous place to work in but fact of the matter is, im actually able to meet all kind of people, in all sorts of aspect. I'm talking about our customers. they can be teachers, regional manager, celebrities(most of them are from the malay entertainment industries), SBS drivers, steward, agents, businessmen/women, models, cleaners, students and even cute and chubby little children. whats more interesting is when we go out, we feel like a celebrity. people will look at us with an expression conveyed "eh.. i know them!" thats when we nod or acknowledge them. sometimes we dont even recognise them but we still smile and assume that they must be our customer. there's actually pros and cons. but one thing for sure, dont go out on a date at pasir ris or sengkang area! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i learn about this is to always be humble and treat everyone with respect cause you'll never know who they are and even if you do, it doesnt matter at all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4921984049244479397?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4921984049244479397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4921984049244479397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4921984049244479397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4921984049244479397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/08/unglam-who-cares.html' title='unglam?? who cares..'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1532162496436392434</id><published>2010-07-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:49:11.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being responsible</title><content type='html'>so sorry if my blog post are mostly halfway or not fully elaborate. i'll try my best to storytelling fully hor. anyways, just a mini update about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 july 2010&lt;br /&gt;my father officially made up his decision and announce to everyone that he wants me to be in charge of the stall at sengkang. sounds not a big deal but hey, for a 19+ turning 20 little girl, its quite a big issue hor. its hard handling people, especially if they're older or close to me. and trust me, im not complaining. i love doing what i'm doing. sarcastic, unhappy and even some constructive remarks are part of my life. may sounds aweful but i dont have a choice, since this is what i wanna do. work is work and i maybe harsh sometimes, but i gotta do what i gotta do. no names mentioned in this post ya. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.. whatelse should i share about?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. about my previous post?? alahh.. but his story boring la... i want to elaborate also like tak shiok like that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;or should i talk abt..hmm.. john?? heh.&lt;br /&gt;i know some of you hate this part but... I GOT TO GO NOW! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1532162496436392434?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1532162496436392434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1532162496436392434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1532162496436392434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1532162496436392434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-responsible.html' title='being responsible'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6458280628776412864</id><published>2010-07-04T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:16:13.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>team edward vs team jacob</title><content type='html'>team edward vs team jacob.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go for team JACOB! but his attitude, i cant tolerate. haha. for those of u who have yet to catch it, i'll share just a jees of it.&lt;br /&gt;the movie is about two guys fighting to win over bella's heart. apparently bella loves both. but she love edward more. so jacob wasnt satisfied with the ans and have been forcing bella to admit that she love him. cliche?? yup it is.. and just for your info, i'm going thru what bella is experiencing right now! well partly..&lt;br /&gt;theres a malay guy at my workplace, working under kopitiam, who's role there is "operation executive supervisor", trying to win my heart. and he's forcing me to say that i love/like him! wa lao wey.. this kind of people shouldnt exist in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish to elaborate more but i have to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6458280628776412864?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6458280628776412864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6458280628776412864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;just had a real one to one girls talk with mother. i was shocked when i saw her lying on my bed waiting for me to finish freshening up. ahhh i could cry now thinking abt how things had change over time. my siblings and i used to run around when we go out. play among ourselves. fighting over toys. talked til late night about any random topics that came to mind. thinking about how close and blessed we are to be as a family. always there ffor each other thru ups and downs..&lt;br /&gt;i could never trade anything for mother. she's the love of my life. went thru hard time bringing me up, keeping me grounded and taught me to be humble. i'm just thankful to Allah a.s for gave her the strength, health and wealth. what i really hope is to be a filial daughter and make them proud.&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely pass down this little knowledge in life to my next generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7839188451376574273</id><published>2010-05-04T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:14:06.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up call</title><content type='html'>one of the things i hate doing early in the morning is answering phone call. dont you guys think so?? my voice is too "sexy" and "rock-ish" for anyone to hear. lately i have no choice. no matter how i hate it, he keeps on calling every single morning! maybe, baru-baru aje kan.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday after i blogged, he confessed to me that likes me. obviously its not that easy for him. but me, nur`azizah ibrahim, being typical me, twist and turn the investigation and interrogation which leaves him with no other choice but to admit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg, mother just dumped a pile of clothes on my back for me to fold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its time for me to go. will update soon. *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7839188451376574273?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7839188451376574273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7839188451376574273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7839188451376574273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7839188451376574273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/05/wake-up-call.html' title='wake up call'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6272533823450916644</id><published>2010-05-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:14:19.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st date.</title><content type='html'>they say, save the best for the last. good things might come to those who wait. is it true? actually depends on how you look at things. be optimistic and inshallah thing will turn out good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while i've been asked when will i get a real boyfriend, when will i stick to one, when will i stop flirting around, do i have a boyfriend. and i just say i'll follow the flow. the actual fact of the matter is i've not found someone whom i can rely on, i can see my future with, i can depend on him. when i say i dont have one yet, people seems not to believe me. so i'll just say im not into relationship, im more of a know-that-person and decide fast to marry or not to marry. that way, it helps to close the case in a way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far after knowing this guy, i think he fits the bill. well its still early to judge but from mata kasar, i think ya.. he's potential. with looks and attitude, he's definitely what im looking for in a man. but but, obviously everyone is not perfect. there are some plus and minus point but i just need to twitch my mind set to make the negative becomes positive. we are still friends. dont worry. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a week of knowing each other, we decided to go out on a date on 2 may 2010(personal reference sake). initial plan was he wanted to meet at city hall mrt at 1pm but i suggested that we meet under my block at 12nn. straight away he called in disbelieve cos i actually suggested that. usually girls wouldnt want guys to fetch them because they were scard that their parents will caught them red handded. for my case, both my parents know of our existence so theres nothing to hide. so.. instead of meeting at 12, he reached kinda early at 11.37am so i decided to go meet him after i'm done bersiap.&lt;br /&gt;we spent our day by eating at fish mahanttan white sand, followed by watching Bounty Hunter at marina square and having tea time at ya kun kaya toast.&lt;br /&gt;day passed by so fast and i didnt get to snap a picture. what a waste! there's always next time. but so sayang la.. i cant keep them as part of my collection. boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for our first outing. will update again when i have the modal to storytelling! :)&lt;br /&gt;btw, thanks all for the well wishes, curiousity and concern over my little social life. i feel touch and honoured to have people like you around me. thank you Allah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6272533823450916644?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6272533823450916644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6272533823450916644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6272533823450916644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6272533823450916644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-date.html' title='1st date.'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1468338829058361356</id><published>2010-04-27T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:40:05.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wish came true</title><content type='html'>have you ever wish for something and hope that it came true?&lt;br /&gt;must be most of the time right, be it conscious or unconsciously. sometimes when we get what we wish for might not mean anything. we're just saying it for the sake of saying. and how annoying it would be if we get what we dont want instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should stop blabbering and go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, 24 april 2010, i was helping out at my parents stall in sengkang. i didnt know why but that day i decided to dress up. wasnt dragging to work. and my role for that day is to serve. in the day, there's a topic mother brought up saying that i was too choosy when it comes to choosing the guy that i want. i told her that i wasnt being choosy, its just that i have yet to meet the one.&lt;br /&gt;day passed by so fast at abt 9pm, i decided to sit down facing outside and read magazine while mother and amirah did their usual thing. suddenly i heard a guy saying hello and waving at me as i looked up. ahhh its the 'less salt guy'. he's known among us to be the most good looking customer there. tall, great looking buffed body, little tan and friendly. he always ordered smtg and ends that item by saying less salt. which appearantly, mother didnt put any salt to his dish. so i went to him and he ordered mee soup less salt. when he was paying, he asked me where's my father cos usually he'll be standing either beside or behind me to observe us. i thought he asked that bcos he wanted to chat with father since thats what he usually does whenever he came over.&lt;br /&gt;after finished his meal, he came over to the stall again and asked for jemput-jemput. when its time to pay, he put the coins slowly on the tray.. 50cents, 20cents, 10 cents, 10cents and 10 cents and took out a folded card and gave it to me saying "and this is my number!" immediately i can feel blood rushing through my face and i was blushing. face turned red and i cant stop smiling. i was stil in shocked when i turned around calling mother and everyone in the kitchen turned around and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt call him that night. decided to call the following night at about 11pm after i'd freshed up and ready for bed. he didnt expect me to call at all. especially in the middle of the night. and i told him that i'd never thought he would give me his number either. i swear i didnt thought it would be a hint for him as i was just giving a politically correct answer. n he asked whether we were thinking of the same thing? like waiting for either ont to make the first move.. i couldnt be saying no even tho that was the real answer. infact, never did it cross my mind that i would be with my customer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point blank, becareful of what you wish for cos it might just come true!&lt;br /&gt;*im not saying that i wish for him n he did came. what i trying to say is.. ok maybe i need another post to elaborate.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1468338829058361356?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8018572687545023493</id><published>2010-04-24T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:56:34.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rejection</title><content type='html'>follow up to my previous post update.&lt;br /&gt;i actually REJECTED that job offer! cant believe i had the gut to do so. trust me, it was hard. i mentioned in my previous post that he called my father right? well the next day, at 10am, he called me! obviously i didnt pick up the phone. 10am and u expect me to ans an anonymous caller with my voice still sound sexy and delicate?? haha. so he called again at 11am. i answered. he introduced himself and asked me&lt;br /&gt;boss: so.. are you hungry for the job??&lt;br /&gt;me: oh hi. ermm.. im sorry but i dont think i want to accept your job offer.&lt;br /&gt;boss: why is that so? is it bcos u had a better offer or you just dont want to cos u're planning to do smtg else?&lt;br /&gt;in my heart i was like oh god, please help me! i cant possibly say i dont want the job becos your place is so ulu and scary and theres a huge temple outside which so far, theres tonnes of horror stories going on. so i said,&lt;br /&gt;me: oh nahh.. its not that i had a better offer. its just that im not ready to start a real job.&lt;br /&gt;after saying that, i remembered during the interview he said that even if im not prepared for a real job in this industry, i still need to start somewhere sooner or later. so damn, did i gave him the wrong reason.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. whatever it is, life has to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8018572687545023493?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8018572687545023493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8018572687545023493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8018572687545023493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8018572687545023493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/04/rejection.html' title='rejection'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-2978265645767610326</id><published>2010-04-20T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:50:07.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life after poly</title><content type='html'>just realised that i've not been updating my blog for more than 2 months! tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, life have been good so far. i'm done with school. no wait, im not done with school. but im done with poly. weehooo... waiting for the graduation ceremony on the 21 of may. uh huh and i bet during that season, most ppl will start to upload their graduation pictures on facebook!&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i've enroled myself in class 3A driving and my goal is to pass by this year, inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;last week on friday i went in for interview with a landscape company. the boss called me personally and said that he saw my works on the portal. imagine people, he called me on thurs, 8pm and arranged for an interview the next day at 4pm and my portfolio wasnt with me and i've not update them! haha. bummer. so the following day, i went to the office. he seems very relax and calm. friendly people. after much discussion, this was our ending conversation:&lt;br /&gt;boss: so what do you think? want to accept this offer?&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm.. job seems interesting. i'll think about it and give you the answer via email, say... next week??&lt;br /&gt;boss: ok try to call back as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;point blank, i cant imagine i said that! isnt that "i'll call you" line supposed to for employers and not employees?? haha. n just now he called my father asking abt me. but father said that im in johor now so theres no way he can contact me. wa lao. now i feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion?? not decide yet. should i take up this job or not?? what would be the polite way to reject that offer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-2978265645767610326?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/2978265645767610326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=2978265645767610326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2978265645767610326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2978265645767610326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-after-poly.html' title='life after poly'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5610608948677521793</id><published>2010-02-11T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:03:48.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chitot!</title><content type='html'>just found out that the guy habib wanted to recommend me with is actually not bad looking! wa lao. CHETT!! judging from what i see, he's like everything a lady could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;alahh.. ape la ade pada rupe yg hanya sementara..kekayaan yg belum tentu menjamin kebahagiaan.. but still,  its a bonus!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt, can trust habib's taste. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5610608948677521793?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5610608948677521793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5610608948677521793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5610608948677521793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5610608948677521793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/02/chitot.html' title='chitot!'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4710907799480724179</id><published>2010-02-09T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:14:30.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>furthering her studies.</title><content type='html'>cast: mother, the girl, father, brother&lt;br /&gt;location: macdonald&lt;br /&gt;(conversation is in malay but i translate it to english)&lt;br /&gt;conversation about the girl's future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl: mama, can i just do nothing,not literally la but like u know.. just help u out with the business within this one year before i further my studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother: (silents.. as always...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father: are you sure you want to waste your time like that? you're a girl and u have to remember, uni course will take abt 2 to 3 to 4 years in total. now u're gonna be 20 this year, by the time you waste your 1 year, plus school, u're gonna be mid-late 20's. that doesnt include your career.. u also have to think abt settling down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl: haiyaaaa... like that uh.. (eats twister fries extra fast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother: ya.. dont tell me you wanna be "anak dara tu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl: brother... alamak you uh.. touch wood uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother: dont say like that.. (woman with less words when she's erm... thinking/ dreaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl: okay la.. so i just do ntg.. help out when in need.. when the time comes, i get married. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother: (looks at father) she thinks it is as easy as that uh.. doesnt think abt the yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: dont discuss at night, as in midnight cos there wont be any conclusion. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4710907799480724179?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4710907799480724179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4710907799480724179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4710907799480724179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4710907799480724179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/02/furthering-her-studies.html' title='furthering her studies.'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8876113491479504574</id><published>2010-02-06T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:15:03.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thot</title><content type='html'>woke up in the morning feeling like a zombie. had a terrible headache last night. my left head felt like there was some kind of creature pressing and pulling my brain. infact, it still hurts now. panadol doesn't work. pfft..&lt;br /&gt;few more weeks left to the end of my final year project. 3 submissions in total, storyboard, model and technical portfolio. one week each so technically 3 more weeks to the end. final presentation will be 2 weeks from now. there will be external examiner coming in and people from NParks too. he'll determine our pay in this industry. (this paragraph is for my reference. sorry if i wasted your time reading smtg that you dont understand what im rambling about. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;had a weird dream 2 days ago. all the bachelor people came to life and reunite. felt him holding my hand but the moment i woke up, it was mine.&lt;br /&gt;what i want might be ridiculous but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;career?? hah.&lt;br /&gt;nahh.. lets just keep what i wanna do to myself. will see how things turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;i find Siti and KD song, amarah rather... kecoh??&lt;br /&gt;what if we inherit something from our grandmother but our parents dont like it?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder how the hell i manage to handle my thots n feelings to myself for such a long long time. live around the things i thot i like, i dont, i love and i hate without sharing with anyone. its possible i know. but im just amazed. maybe thats y im suffering from a terrible headache. lol. or maybe i feel like its not important for me to share or maybe i dont have a person that is reliable enough to hear me out. or maybe its just me?? i'll never know.. but one things for sure, i dont like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8876113491479504574?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8876113491479504574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8876113491479504574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8876113491479504574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8876113491479504574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thot_05.html' title='random thot'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-404297934487459652</id><published>2010-01-19T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:03:23.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandad</title><content type='html'>i know i'm supposed to do my work but hey, i'm already side track in the first place. twitter la.. facebook la.. tv la.. u name it! lol&lt;br /&gt;i've always and forever been wanting to post something thats relating to my life on this blog but it seems like i've been giving tonnes of excuses not to post what i wanna share. sometimes i'm afraid that i might hurt anyone's feeling, which i dont want to la kn. so i prefer to keep it to myself, and trust me, myself literally mean MYSELF. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok lets make this post a serious one, shall we? (ok i'll try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped class just now. not really skip la.. but yea. didnt attend class.&lt;br /&gt;my right leg is hurting. ok lets not talk abt the leg or someone might puke on your computer screen. lol. as mentioned in my previous entry, parents branched out to another outlet at Sengkang (i remembered my ustazah always say "sengkang terkangkang" joke in class). so baba and habib came to visit the place n try out the food. how can i not skip class just to meet them, right?? its been a week or so since we've last met. saying goodbye was the worst. it didnt at first but the words habib said just make tears run out of hand. no one could manage to hold them back. (now i'm in tears while amirah is defending what not abt being dependent) a kiss and a hug aint enough to show how much i treasure him.. (if only he read this) he's the best grandfather that everyone would ask for if you really know my situation and family background.&lt;br /&gt;what i've learnt is that health are way way more important than wealth. you cant buy health with your wealth, can you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well whatever it is, he will always be the greatest grandad to me no matter what others might say about him. ouh he's turning 80 this year inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you lots Habib Abdullah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/S1W6_Vua2_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/izju2mSUXOo/s1600-h/IMG00120-20090922-20261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/S1W6_Vua2_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/izju2mSUXOo/s320/IMG00120-20090922-20261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428450523191368690" 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/3893636917527525502-404297934487459652?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/404297934487459652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=404297934487459652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/404297934487459652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/404297934487459652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandad.html' title='grandad'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/S1W6_Vua2_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/izju2mSUXOo/s72-c/IMG00120-20090922-20261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6417151956667486924</id><published>2010-01-01T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:21:32.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O'Braim Announcement</title><content type='html'>As some of you might know, my parents are running a food business at west plaza. as months passed by and careful thinking process were made, we decided to open another branch at kopitiam square, Sengkang. Business will start sometime in mid january. Yes its nearer to east side but hey, inshallah we'll grow all over singapore(or maybe overseas?? lol) for those of you reading this, please feel free to drop by and give us ur support. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6417151956667486924?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6417151956667486924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6417151956667486924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6417151956667486924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6417151956667486924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/12/obraim-announcement.html' title='O&apos;Braim Announcement'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4808100558789726900</id><published>2009-12-05T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:46:31.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lala dun dum pa pom</title><content type='html'>wooo.. yet another long haitus blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why i'm in doubt of creating a blog. i tend have 1001 stories to talk abt but when i'm with the sweet keyboard, seems like there's nothing to talk about. how ley??&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna blab/complain/brag about school, i promise. haha. *i know not funny*&lt;br /&gt;errrr da da da la dum tam tup pap!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. seriously i dont know what to blog about. ~oh oh.. the washing machine is calling me to put the clothes in the steamingly hot sexy dryer~ haha gees..&lt;br /&gt;should i upload pictures instead?? at least pictures speaks a thousand words right..&lt;br /&gt;pictures=1000 words&lt;br /&gt;talk=1001 words&lt;br /&gt;so?? should i continue talking? haha. *you dont geddit, do you?*&lt;br /&gt;anywayshoo.. people.. please get a twitter account. and if u already do, update it! LOL im more active there. thanks to ubertwitter. oh speaking of which, during the rapsodi show, theres 2 people who lost the phone. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;lets see what pictures i should upload..&lt;br /&gt;oh u guys wanna see Mr Leg and Mdm Ego?? my current obsession. but eh! i promise not to talk abt school! haha&lt;br /&gt;oh it's 5th DECEMBER baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people say they only enjoy the first 5 minutes of their time in the capsule n the remaining 25 mins are boring. i was actually 'actively engaging' with the capsule for the whole 30 minutes. haha. there were some foreigners inside but who cares. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxnY7UbYdRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/POYOgnQIgpA/s1600-h/PB290941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxnY7UbYdRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/POYOgnQIgpA/s320/PB290941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411594940869801234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya hajj&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxniHv2YYgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/REJeU8yyx5E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxniHv2YYgI/AAAAAAAAAbc/REJeU8yyx5E/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411605049993880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is so like ages ago. 24 oct i think. it was amyra's cousin wedding marhaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxngRrD_HFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QXPWLrrQK0Y/s1600-h/_DSC0283+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxngRrD_HFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QXPWLrrQK0Y/s320/_DSC0283+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411603021484203090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its enough. u'll get bored when u see most of the pictures with me in it! ;P&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/3893636917527525502-4808100558789726900?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4808100558789726900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4808100558789726900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4808100558789726900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4808100558789726900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/12/lala-dun-dum-pa-pom.html' title='lala dun dum pa pom'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SxnY7UbYdRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/POYOgnQIgpA/s72-c/PB290941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6016521558546609146</id><published>2009-10-26T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:16:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backkkk!</title><content type='html'>aaaahhhh-chooooo!&lt;br /&gt;ok this blog is confirmed full of dust. i've not blog for more than a mth. hee. sorry frequent visit friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;my life.. ahhh.. where do i start??&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing pretty well for now. besides having flu. jimmies amirah. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;back to school but i got an ad-hoc offer from my internship boss. which means, i still have to go back to the office whenever he needs me or amirah. either one of us that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my friend got married. so happy for u rabia! pictures of her will be everywhere in the facebook so do look out. ;) having all that, i can see mama planning out how she wants n prefer my wedding to be like. obviously can be negiotiate. haha sungguh gairah mama ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really pity saleh basharahil. *if some of u avid reader rmbr, he's the one that has been bugging brother for my number and going out with me* he told my bro last mon that he wanna double date on fri. so friday came n my bro didnt tell me abt it at all. so i went to baba's house after school n mummy's place after that. he called my bro at 6.30pm asking where in the world are we and my bro said i havent come back from school. padahal padahal. lol. so he waited at white sand and went to downtown at 8.30pm to check on what movie is available. after all that waiting, my brother called him and said that i'm still out. i didnt know abt it until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learn: never ever plan surprise date for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i vow to sleep at baba's house one of this days. really*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6016521558546609146?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6016521558546609146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6016521558546609146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6016521558546609146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6016521558546609146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/10/backkkk.html' title='backkkk!'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8826919743700782607</id><published>2009-09-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T02:14:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>Im super super BORED!&lt;br /&gt;god help me please. currently stucked in this four walls doing practically, NOTHING! its not that im not doing my job or delaying the work, its just that i've finished them. Today is my first day of little red riding hood. *time to cuci dosa..* haha. inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;anyways... how's life for me?? where have i been??&lt;br /&gt;lol. im actually still alive and growing healthily. alhamdulillah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;been getting alot of "where are you from?" "you're mixed blood right?" "oh so you're malay? with some arab blood?" -.-" these kind of questions can pop up anywhere, especially on my way from mrt to the office. maybe i should start recording my voice and whenever ppl ask, i'll just play it on. good idea aye! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright back to work! yeay!&lt;/div&gt;it took me more than 2 hrs to compose this post. pathetic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8826919743700782607?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8826919743700782607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8826919743700782607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8826919743700782607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8826919743700782607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7589835434859773658</id><published>2009-08-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:31:19.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scary but gentleman.</title><content type='html'>currently at work.&lt;br /&gt;i have a story to share.&lt;br /&gt;by now u guys must have known where im working at right? ok for those who doesnt, im working at north bridge road, somewhere near the masjid sultan. (so close that i can even hear khutbah jumaat.)&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, as amyra and i were on our way to bugis MRT, we came across 2 guys at the Raffles hospital traffic light. i was standing quite a distance behind them and one of the guys kept on turning back. thats the part where im starting to feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;after crossing the road, they stop at the side and let us walk first. ya rabbi. lagi la we became scard. ape tk nye, they stalked us. at that point of time i was reciting while talking to amyra abt the possibilities that we will, should and what to do next. unfortunately all traffic lights that we came across was that red man. pfft. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;after getting tired of kejar and stalking, one of them said "excuse me. excuse me. do you know where's the MRT?" amyra turned and answer them. i continue walking as if i dont know anything.&lt;br /&gt;they tried to approach us again and i dont know how, the next minute i was having conversation with one of them. he's arab pakistan. name, i cant remember! haha. he walked and enter the MRT as if he already know the protocol to enter. wal hal he said he was studying in malaysia. what made the whole storyline more suspicious was that he's actually heading to sentosa?? come on la. who the hell goes to sentosa at 6.30pm wearing long pants, folded blue sleeves shirt with a smart shoe?? he seriously need to think ahead before approaching a lady. afterall, practice so makes perfect rite?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, before both of us head to our separate ways, he asked for my phone number. haha.&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think? did we exchange numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told the whole incident to mama and she said "kan mama dah bilang. age sekarang lebih baik kalau tak ade matair. lagi banyak org kite jumpe and lagi boleh pilih. takde restrictions." i was like. " ahhh. yes mama.." haha after that, she went on talking about how unfortunate some of these ppl were to be attached at a very young age. not that she's against it, but she have her own perceptions. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7589835434859773658?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7589835434859773658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7589835434859773658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7589835434859773658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7589835434859773658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/08/scary-but-gentleman.html' title='scary but gentleman.'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-158297098070840316</id><published>2009-08-08T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:00:45.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekends.</title><content type='html'>ahhh.. finally had a good long rest. long hours of regaining back my beauty sleep. what more can i ask besides shopping! haha&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my 2nd week of SIP went pretty well. alhamdulillah. 10 more weeks to go. went to site on thursday. this time Joseph, manager, brought us to siemens and siltronic samsung to look ard at the landscape designed by them. initially he wanted to bring us to nursery as well but time was running late. &lt;br /&gt;only two weeks and i can see some part of me changing. for the better or not wallahualam. haha. whenever i walk around, i tend to be looking at plants and landscape and start talking about it. haha. dont worry, i wont bore you if u're going out with me. &lt;br /&gt;i read most of my friends blog and ask the ppl ard me how was their internship coming along and their reply was either 'okay uh' or they're complaining. all i can do is help them by psychoing their mind. that might help, i guess? &lt;br /&gt;thats the part where i constantly remind myself how lucky i am to be attached to the company i am with right now and not complain abt anything and everything. &lt;br /&gt;afterall, SIP is NOT about the amount of money they pay you, its abt the experience you gain from them. :) &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore! &lt;br /&gt;*i may sound patriotic but im actually saying if for the sake of mentioning it. ;P*&lt;br /&gt;seems like im updating my blog on a weekly basis. if u wanna get frequent updates from me, follow me on twitter okay. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-158297098070840316?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/158297098070840316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=158297098070840316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/158297098070840316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/158297098070840316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekends.html' title='long weekends.'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1185053278483075491</id><published>2009-08-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:07:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends!</title><content type='html'>Watching octo Groom my Room. its so merepek la sey. she wants her room to look like nature by having all four walls of different colour. how ugly can that be. eww! &lt;br /&gt;anyways, soo sorry people that seldom update my blog. been busy with my internship. so far alhamdulillah everything goes well. been one week and time really flies when i'm at work. (im distracted by the show. she's having a yellow and red DIY flowers inside a coconut shell. water features that looks like a fish tank! wah lao.) (the reveal. haha.. so buruk! ok i shall stop criticising.) &lt;br /&gt;ok abih. oh my SIP. yea. start work at 9am but i wake up at 6.45am. ends at 6pm. after that, head down to help mama with the stall til 11pm. on the way back, there must be one of us yg lapar so its either mac at downtown or swensens at airport. any recommendation of places that is open 24hrs and is aircon?? &lt;br /&gt;so thats my weekdays schedule. &lt;br /&gt;as for the weekends, saturday would be a "wake up late day" for me. currently theres no plan. &lt;br /&gt;sunday would be "shopping day" for me. was thinking of going to orchard ion and orchard central. saw it from a distance. pretty nice architecture. &lt;br /&gt;in love with marie digby's songs. &lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention that choosing what to wear everyday gave me a really very hard time?? &lt;br /&gt;things i have to consider in process of selecting:&lt;br /&gt;a) the weather&lt;br /&gt;b) the journey. 8.20am in the MRT is pack like sardines. all of us going towards town area. dress code for them, smart = office wear.&lt;br /&gt;c) my office. all of the staffs,4 (3 male, 1 female), excluding mira and i, wears something casual and comfy. nothing fanciful. so i tend to think of what should i wear so that i wont look overly dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;d) site. my jobscope isnt only sitting down infront of the com to do drawings and what have you. sometimes we need to go on site to take measurements and sketch out. just like doing site analysis. so that kind of attire for me would be comfy.&lt;br /&gt;e) the offic is one of the shophouses located at masjid sultan. so prayers would be done there. attire should be kept decent and not overly expose. &lt;br /&gt;get the picture? i'm setting my own dress code rules that is making me eager to go shopping. haha. one things for sure, everything goes well by wearing a cardigan or jacket over it. inshallah all 5 considerations will be solve. &lt;br /&gt;*woke up with tears running down my cheeks. hopefully it wont happen.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1185053278483075491?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1185053278483075491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1185053278483075491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1185053278483075491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1185053278483075491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/07/short-update.html' title='weekends!'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4788880624407247222</id><published>2009-07-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:32:13.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this entry are specially for my fellows that havent been seeing me for ages and hearing updates from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant exactly remember the date of each event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yea. have fun browsing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 July 09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had sweet and sour fish for dinner at west plaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll9D_DZmDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FOlNClj-nYw/s1600-h/IMG00034-20090711-1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357450739152689202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll9D_DZmDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FOlNClj-nYw/s320/IMG00034-20090711-1947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats diana. mama's new anak angkat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's pri 6. big aye?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll8nznKRJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rIbTKzYE46g/s1600-h/IMG00045-20090711-2230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357450255045117074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll8nznKRJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rIbTKzYE46g/s320/IMG00045-20090711-2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 July 09&lt;br /&gt;thats tarmizie ismail. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll8I5rl4dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/r-ycsNk3jj0/s1600-h/IMG00025-20090709-1630copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357449724098372050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll8I5rl4dI/AAAAAAAAAa0/r-ycsNk3jj0/s320/IMG00025-20090709-1630copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 04 July 09&lt;br /&gt;kak wiwik's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawa nah la tu anak dara ddk kat pelamin mkn mac. ehem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll7fJVZHVI/AAAAAAAAAas/dbrzjcCCFVY/s1600-h/Photo0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357449006745722194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll7fJVZHVI/AAAAAAAAAas/dbrzjcCCFVY/s320/Photo0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak na, kak za, kak ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll6ng6SbTI/AAAAAAAAAak/xn0UznHZ5tk/s1600-h/Photo0454copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357448051001814322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll6ng6SbTI/AAAAAAAAAak/xn0UznHZ5tk/s320/Photo0454copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me where i'm looking at. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hisham looked so stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll6OHfUlII/AAAAAAAAAac/XzhkGfAV8xU/s1600-h/Photo0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357447614681093250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll6OHfUlII/AAAAAAAAAac/XzhkGfAV8xU/s320/Photo0470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll5LK2TqfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pCBqGGfJCwg/s1600-h/Photo0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357446464531573234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll5LK2TqfI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pCBqGGfJCwg/s320/Photo0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll40xtedZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/_qCJhBGN2SI/s1600-h/Photo0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;midnight at mustafa centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids getting some tutorial from our mothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll4J9T8CZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6CbH-g1s-kA/s1600-h/Photo0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357445344206260626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll4J9T8CZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6CbH-g1s-kA/s320/Photo0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the ayahs doing their thing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll3lv34mTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/40p7Fv8o1YM/s1600-h/Photo0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357444722123643186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll3lv34mTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/40p7Fv8o1YM/s320/Photo0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but the kids couldnt stop being vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll2sw_B9cI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aDjYo2Dgsy4/s1600-h/Photo0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357443743169508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll2sw_B9cI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aDjYo2Dgsy4/s320/Photo0136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first mock interview in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll1-izUG8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/r03LQwwEey4/s1600-h/Photo0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357442949088287682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll1-izUG8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/r03LQwwEey4/s320/Photo0095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay thats all. best? i doubt so. haha&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4788880624407247222?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4788880624407247222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4788880624407247222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4788880624407247222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4788880624407247222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-entry-will-be-specially-for-my.html' title=':D'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/Sll9D_DZmDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FOlNClj-nYw/s72-c/IMG00034-20090711-1947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5440863416123301472</id><published>2009-06-25T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:41:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleepover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been two days straight mira's siblings slept over at my place. it was fun tho. first night, we watched Perfume, R21 film. kencang sey. haaha. it was a good movie. nina wanted the perfume. haha ok bedek. so the movie ended at about 3am. everyone went in to their respective rooms. boys in abg's room and girls in my room. mira slept at 3.45am while nina and i talked until 5am. btw,nina is mira's 2nd younger sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last night all of us gathered in my room and we talked until 3am. mama joined us. lots of laughter.before that we went to mustafa centre. both my family and hers. including her parents. if you dont bring me to the place again, i wont regret. at all! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got my company. alhamdulillah. basically what i learnt in school for interview procedures and such wasnt applied in the interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember in my previous post i mentioned about going vivo on tuesday but before that, we're going to baba's place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea that one. however, plan changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to baba's house and habib still there. talked to him about sip thing and i told him amyra got the alsagoff company. i asked whether he knows him. hes not sure cos theres tonnes of ahmad alsagoff in singapore. so i suggested that he call ahmad straight. btw, ahmad is the managing director of the company. so he called. the whole conversation was funny. i shall not elaborate here. suddenly he asked me to come for interview on that day, at 2.30pm! the phone call was at 12nn. i wasnt prepared at all. both physically and mentally.. wasnt dressed for an interview cos i had no idea thats gonna happen. dressed like im going shopping -duh- and i didnt have my portfolio with me. luckily habib mentioned that amyra was infront of him so he will ask mira to bring me there. phew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything went smoothly alhamdulillah and so thats how i got a position in the company. well. obviously this is not in detail la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so tell me if im 'luckier'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5440863416123301472?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5440863416123301472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5440863416123301472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5440863416123301472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5440863416123301472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/06/sip.html' title='SIP'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6882300269710903113</id><published>2009-06-23T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:44:31.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is how anak tunggal feels like huh. one word in my opinion, BORING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both my brothers are in camp and im alone. with my parents lah.. duh of cos. *ne.. i wonder how u fill your time.* luckily theres mira, nina and diana around. lurve you ppl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the part where you reflect on how important they are in your life and all these while you've been taking them for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, going baba's house later. and its been such.a.very.uberly.longgg time since i go there. baba just called and she's making kacang phool for us. we're bringing tahu goreng for trade. after that, heading to vivo for shopping! uh huh. shopping on tuesday afternoon. you cant get that anywhere. we prefer to shop on weekdays as theres not many 'human' around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myra cancelled her plan to watch mizie's audition. &lt;em&gt;shopping or mizie? mane lagi important??&lt;/em&gt; hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright then. i better siap now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*why do it have to clash?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6882300269710903113?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5609498318479985764</id><published>2009-06-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:19:09.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;its 3.11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told ayah i'll be going to help mama at 3pm. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just finished installing InDesign at the laptop. gonna bring it to west plaza so that i can do my portfolio while waiting for orders. too bad theres no mcdonald there. which means, no internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently reading Last Voyage Of The Valentina by Santa Montefiore. i didnt realised the book existed in my room since ages. kak nurai gave it to me some time ago but i didnt have time to read it so i chucked it on the bookshelf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay i better get going now or ayah will hunt me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*maybe. possibly. high. low hope. i dont know.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5609498318479985764?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5609498318479985764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5609498318479985764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5609498318479985764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5609498318479985764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_21.html' title=';)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7025943172914455951</id><published>2009-06-18T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:27:49.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Drag me to hell"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348548078099045890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SjncI6MxHgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qdMUAB0U55w/s320/dmth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wonderful film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched it last night. 12.05am show. the movie is so darn good. i recommend u to watch it. was wide awake throughout the movie. walhal i almost didnt want to follow cos i was tired. &lt;/div&gt;love the movie, hate the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were so bising inside the cinema. all the cinas. wa lao. school holidays. what do you expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*time, sacrifice, existence. do you mind?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7025943172914455951?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7025943172914455951/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8780412283525981735</id><published>2009-06-17T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:33:14.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im on the phone with myra now. so far, its 1 hr 25 mins and still counting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry rina for waiting so long. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know la. if im on the phone with myra, smp esok pon tak habis. walhal nari satu hari i meet her. infact, everyday! but we seems not to run out of topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know how merepek we can get? first, the aim for our phone conversation (ok im done talking with her) was to talk about SIP company. she got some alsagoff company or what la. im not sure. and the managing director is her neighbour, which technically means her father's friend. so the discussion abt this goes on. then topic abt our lecturer came up. followed by bubur?? haha. yes. its the food bubur. aram, ikan masin and kicap masin goes into the bubur. haha. ok inside joke. so anyway. then dont know how, topic abt my sec school days terkeluar. about me, doing my duty as part of St. John Ambulance group. uh huh. shocking rite? lol. i wasnt this fair back then. quite tan. baba was complaining. i quit when i was in sec two. ok not impt. so anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we talked about alsagoff, aljunied and alkaff. funny. habib history all came up. sorry habib. we're not mengumpat-ing u. just stating the facts. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically we were making fun of ppl and imagining probably and possibly scenarios. which most of them are non sense. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched hannah montana the movie. dont laugh*. yea. initially wanted to watch ghost of gf past but since mira asked our new adik angkat to tag along, we decided to watch a more kiddo type movie. there were six of us. me, mira, that girl, 2 of mira's younger sisters and her younger bro. we had fun tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya. btw rasidin, so sorry that we didnt take picture during the outing. i forgot to bring my camera. next time inshallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im starting to feel sleepy. can i sleep now rina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray hard for me that i get a good company. i believe in takdir. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*there always gonna be another mountain*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8780412283525981735?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8751764285367375499</id><published>2009-06-16T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:19:27.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im having the worst back ache due to menstruation. ate pain killer but the pain is still there. pfft.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a new adik angkat now. ok im in pain. not in the mood to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will update tmr then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going to catch a movie tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8751764285367375499?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-9052668809907946167</id><published>2009-06-14T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T23:55:35.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally another update from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just did spring cleaning of my house with the help of myra. my weeks of berserak house had transformed into a "castle". lol! we did our project models at the dining table. so yea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways. im having my 2 weeks break now. breaks but i still have to do my project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;received my Student Internship Programme (SIP) company on friday. its at seletar west. i rejected immediately. imagine, im staying in the east and i have to wake up early in the morning to travel to the west. wa lao. for now, i have to find my own company and go thru interviews. ive asked my former neighbour for contacts or recommendation to any company that she know of. theres some but its at her office pc so i have to wait. she's working for the &gt;60 design centre at TP. myra's father has some contacts too. so we'll see how everything goes. most importantly, we have to get our portfolio done a.s.a.p. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im watching home &amp;amp; health channel. its about a lady who's pregnant with 5 babies. her tummy is really huge. &lt;em&gt;die yg mengandung, im the one who feels semput. haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-9052668809907946167?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4644134902090880300</id><published>2009-06-07T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:58:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; namecard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im designing one for myself as a student graduating from TP in evironment design course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which theme or signiture style should i adopt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a: following my philosophy in design, which is " the aesthetics of design lies in its simplicity."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;b: doing a sketch or painting as the background of the card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;c: both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;d: confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. i think its D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4644134902090880300?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4644134902090880300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4644134902090880300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4644134902090880300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4644134902090880300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/06/namecard.html' title=''/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1926042325391835649</id><published>2009-06-06T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:03:05.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i woke up at 10am today! its been such a long time since i woke up this late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to watch terminator salvation at 12.20am show last night. surprisingly, i was on medication but i didnt doze off. and that means the story is not bad. hee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially we wanted to watch monster vs aliens but tickets were selling out fast. what a waste. but ayah said we will watch it on tuesday. or monday?? not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before purchasing the tickets, ayah said that monster vs aliens are like cerita budak2. then i reminded him on how loud he laughed while watching shrek. and did you know, baba asked for shrek 2 after watching shrek 1 on HBO? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok myra just woke up. lets get the project ball rolling babeh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*im recovering. alhamdulillah.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1926042325391835649?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1926042325391835649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1926042325391835649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1926042325391835649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1926042325391835649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6793793922301481892</id><published>2009-06-04T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T05:34:51.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:l</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh-choo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do i have to fall sick at this crutial time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need my health, strength and motivation back. can you guys come back please. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lots of things coming up. next week would be the last week of the block before 2 weeks break. sounds wow?? not really. this two weeks will be the days we are send out for interviews with companies. *biting fingernails* hopefully i get somewhere near in the east side. at least i dont have to waste my time in the public transport going to work. theres CDL building in tampines. *wink2*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but before that, we have to go thru another round of interview in school. this round is showing hardcopy of our portfolio and its one-to-one session. we have no idea who's gonna interview us. name card must also be ready by then. what else.. eco design module.. still have to work on my design. oh and not forgetting technical portfolio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;told you there's alot to do yet so little time. thats y i need my health back a.s.a.p.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyone has an idea or solution to fast recovery from flu and sore throat, please tell me. panadol doesnt help that much. maybe it does. but takes a longer time. so far ive eaten panadol flu, panadol extra, clarinese, strepsils and drank honeysuckle. whatelse can i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*its about existence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6445260001631317151</id><published>2009-05-31T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:37:11.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from where? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no where! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lol. ok crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, for the sake of people wondering where the hell i've been, well. actually im busy with the things revolving around me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;firstly, im doing one of my major project which is P4. going for SIP(Student Internship Programme) soon so have to prepare portfolio and such. tmr we'll be having a mock up interview which will be graded. we are to dress and present as if we're going for a real interview. there'll be a few lecturers accessing on this exercise. about 4 of them. and mind you, that will be in a lecture theater with all the year 3 and the rest of the cohort were invited to witness. im not really concern with that whole senario. what im disturbed about was the fact that we have to praise ourself during the interview which i dont normally do! wa lao. ~masuk bakul angkat sendiri~ eww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides school, im helping mama with her new stall. its open til late at night so that explains why i seldom online at night. the fastest way you can get me is thru my phone. its on 24/7. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  my duty there is helping her cook, serve, prepare and what have you. its like doing whatever yg sempat. but i dont wash the plates. lol. theres ala carte dishes. im incharge of the fried noodles(mee goreng, mee hoon goreng and kway teow), kai lan and roti john. so if u wanna try my touch, do come down. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i continue elaborating about my experience there?? maybe not this time la eh. i have to do my resume and compile my portfolio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take care peeps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6445260001631317151?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6445260001631317151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6445260001631317151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6445260001631317151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6445260001631317151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/05/fast-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6940005816011516746</id><published>2009-05-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:46:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was in school the whole day today. stayed at the library after class to do research til about 6pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the library, i was observing the people around me. ~sempat~ haha. yea. this group of malay guys and girl shared table with us. trust me, level 7 school library is as noisy as design canteen. anyways.. while observing them, personally i think the lady in tudung is degrading the image of islam. technically she was hugging everyone of her friends, both guys and girls of all races. i mean.. come on la.. she's muslim, all covered up and bringing that attitude in relation to singapore context?? so inappropriate. im not saying im perfect. but oh well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*just to get things straight.. im not seeing anyone currently. i still am like i was 18 years ago.. ok bedek. but still! *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6940005816011516746?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6940005816011516746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6940005816011516746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6940005816011516746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6940005816011516746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='~~'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-2137518982073193404</id><published>2009-05-17T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:26:08.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still have yet to complete my drawings for tmr's consultation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;completed EIR module. great time with the mates n lecturer. i still have yet to receive the pictures that we took on friday. once i get a hold of it, i'll post some here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, tmr will be the start of the second block. my timetable will be 9am-12pm and 3pm-6pm. i hate it when there's 3hrs break in between. pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner/reunion/ne's bday yesterday was great. its a waste that rabia cldnt make it cos her future fiance came to her house. ~of all timing.. i know. aiyoo..~ ate at pastamania n chill at mac after that for our catching up session. mizie and his dragonboat. azza with her 'zah mane kau'. naqia was running away from the camera. azimah was giggling. ne smiling so widely. myra and i were the head of bullying mizie. i realised i was the only one calling him tarmizie. i was actually more concerned with the pictures and camera cos the photos captured with flash are so irritating. my face turned out to be very very fair and fake. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*im still in doubt* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-2137518982073193404?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4383507601421806694</id><published>2009-05-14T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:39:33.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;did a spring cleaning at the west plaza yesterday after school. well. just to let u guys know, mama is no longer selling food at elias. there were some issue regarding the change of management and all so we decided to look for other place and that would be west plaza. its also in pasir ris. i prefer the atmosphere here. at least there's malay side by side. more competitor but it all depends on rezeki. was there for only half a day and i met most of my secondary school mate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways.. abang finally gave in. he sees that his sister has grown up. but its not that easy for him.. right abang? haha. i'll elaborate more about it in time. when everything is confirm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*he never give up. i not sure if he's serious tho. we'll see...* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amyra, wanna go eat? im starving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4383507601421806694?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4383507601421806694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4383507601421806694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4383507601421806694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4383507601421806694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/05/clean.html' title='clean'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1014110341540070611</id><published>2009-05-13T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:14:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seriously need to update my class blog. the last post i wrote was 5th may and now its like 12?? imgine.. i have abt 6 entries to post. gosh. the best part, i cant even think now. pfft.. can i just go home??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont think theres class. seems like everyone is doing their own thing, inclding my lecturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*funny and interesting adventure and im loving it*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1014110341540070611?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1014110341540070611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1014110341540070611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1014110341540070611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1014110341540070611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7793993205944985591</id><published>2009-05-12T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:36:58.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amyra's laptop went missing in school just now. we were in IT school printing for submission and she left it on top of the piled up boxes. minutes later it gone! just like that. fast isnt it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well lets just pray hard that the person find a way to return it back to her. which reminds me of the filipino guy that left his hp in the taxi and came down to take it back at the stall. hopefully the person that took it has the same heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways. bumped into sheikh in school. where exactly?? infront of library. again! i guess that spot is our meeting place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok this is funny. i paused blogging for a while to read myra's blog. and guess what. her post is roughly the same as mine. haha. go check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great minds think alike.. *ehem ehem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*u'll still be there. don't worry.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7503788322879695615</id><published>2009-05-09T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:46:50.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people swear without thinking. they just shoot out what they feel without thinking of other's feeling. i might take it like 'whatever' but hey, im human. i can't run away from it completely. it kept lingering in my head. who's wrong and who's right doesnt matter. i guess its evident enough. but y they keep pointing to the wrong direction. my god. this is soo irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*can i have my ducky please.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7503788322879695615?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7503788322879695615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7503788322879695615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7503788322879695615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7503788322879695615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/05/irritated.html' title='irritated'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6434852288698851948</id><published>2009-05-08T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:06:27.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;beauty sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just woke up. look around. no one's at home. where's everyone? they left without me?? sedih nye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i called mama. she'll come n pick me up. going to Tampines 1 later and to downtown to watch star trek. watched wolverine last week. a midnight show and i slept at the climax of the movie. wasted la sey. i cant help it. that was in the midst of missing all my beauty sleeps and they booked a midnight show. luckily today's show is at 9.10pm and i already had my nap. so hopefully i can stay awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's alot of things happening around me. i feel like theres alot to share. but i dont know where to start and end. or should i even start?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nvm. i shall just keep it to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways. im enjoying every minute of school. haha. wonder why?? keep on wondering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i need a new punching bag.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6434852288698851948?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6434852288698851948/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7792220829672819896</id><published>2009-05-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:24:25.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like its been ages since i blogged. when was the last post?? errr.. thursday. yea. been tied up with projects that its taking most of my time. i had to sacrifice alot. i mean alot. some would be my time spent with family, going shopping, helping mama, doing invoice, email Central management to give them feedback. here's the rough idea. basically not going anywhere besides school. the only time i have my break is when theres smtg happening inbetween that i 'die die' have to pause. not forgetting internal and external distraction..and that includes chatting. but most conversation have to cut it short. excluding myra. *amyra, say awwww..* haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so anyways.. im not going to complain much. reason being is partly my fault. Im given this task way in advance but i started doing it like 1st of may?? basically i have to do drawings(site pla, rcp, all floor plans,roof plan, GFA) with proper annotation and conventions using AutoCAD and drafted manually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im in class now. we are debating about talkingcock.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you're free, i suggest u guys visit the page. interesting website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*mama.. do you know that most of my friends want to complain to you about me. pity u n myself. hur hur.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7792220829672819896?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7792220829672819896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7792220829672819896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7792220829672819896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7792220829672819896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-203657476637533630</id><published>2009-04-30T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:34:32.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;home alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met my family after school. dropped at tampines 1 from sch and they picked us up. went to have dinner and headed home. while having dinner, i said to mama that i will accompany her tonight n watch tv with her. i wont chat. so reached home, i really did. watched tv together. indonesian drama pulak tu! ( r u sure ziza?? tk pernah pernah sey.. haha) well.. yea. i did. another reason i watch the drama til it ends is also because of the lead actor and actress. *ehem ehem* mama kept saying that he looks like him. walhal different la sey. only the fairness. maybe yes. the hair?? errrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyway, halfway watching the drama, ayah received a call. some problem happened so they had to go there. i was tired so i dont bother following them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy holiday ppl! i guess no public holiday for me. have to do my project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Happy 19th Tarmizie :)-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333430505857409858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SgQmyY_c40I/AAAAAAAAAYs/jD1Jo70k6a8/s320/%27%27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*my throat is killing me softly. urgh!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-203657476637533630?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/203657476637533630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=203657476637533630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/203657476637533630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/203657476637533630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_30.html' title=':)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SgQmyY_c40I/AAAAAAAAAYs/jD1Jo70k6a8/s72-c/%27%27).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3090972834946196513</id><published>2009-04-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:24:24.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally i had my proper meal for today. there's no time for breakfast and lunch as class from 9am til 3pm for 2 module. the only time for us to eat was during the few mins break. just a bite. no meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;library have been my second home these days. seems like i visit it everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday we encountered a guy in school wearing a tee saying ''Today is Monday" then we started to make fun of him and giving scenario like what if he ran out of clothes and took the wrong day and ppl start telling him that its wrong. gosh. that can be fustrating la sey. and so, we went on and on until mr bean underwear pon terkeluar in the conversation. lol and just now, while in the library, we saw him again! and guess what he's wearing?? uh huh. a tee written "Today is Tuesday". haha. freaky guy. wonder if tmr he'll wear "Today is Wednesday" tee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay peeps. thats just a mini update from me. have to go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*its not the colour i want.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3090972834946196513?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3090972834946196513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3090972834946196513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3090972834946196513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3090972834946196513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_28.html' title=':)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3742189500018235522</id><published>2009-04-25T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:01:39.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;EIR assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been working on it since morning. mugging. okay maybe not really mugging. i missed a few lessons so i have to read on the lecture notes to keep on track. currently i've created a blog for EIR as it is one of the requirements. just a simple one tho. i feel really odd updating there cos i have to be mindful of my words. not that i use vulgars but yea. lecturer gonna assess it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im perspiring. arent you? ok merepek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*suddenly i miss my neighbours after chatting with lim ee just now. hope to see u guys soon. wonder if u're getting fatter every minute.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, she still remember we told her that eating more sugar will make her skinnier. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3742189500018235522?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3742189500018235522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;feels so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just had my bath. a cold one tho. not going to complain abt the weather. you know how humid it is here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tips: avoid wearing black in the day. go to an air-con places cos it helps to save your house electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i guess staying at the library for abt 10 hours on wednesday do have its blessing in disguise.:) currently doing my Effective Internet Research(EIR) assignment. we have to create a blog so im kinda finding a blogskin for it. and i came up with a topic abt 'the impact of legalising same sex marriage.' to work on with. challenging i must say. having complication to handle with religion and social context. inshallah i can manage. just have to think positive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh and im watching wizards of the waverly place. dont smile! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to share abt my sweetheart Cross Disiplinary Subject (CDS) lecturer. her name is Mdm Faridah. she used to teach my brother in one of his module. class started on wednesday, however, there was a miscommunication of add/drop subject so i turn up on thurs instead. she was fine with it. but but i had a submission at 12.15pm that day n we have yet to complete it so myra and i told her that we're going for a break. didnt expect our 'break' to take up til class ended! guilty as charged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as for todays lesson, had to leave at 10.30am cos theres TP BOG talk at the audi. so we went to her table and told her that we were involve and she put on a sad face saying that we've missed alot of her lesson and now we have to leave. no choice tho. so we chatted for abt 10-15 minutes and she sent us off till the door. not only that, she even opened the door for us! how sweet it is to be loved, care and pampered like that. just bare in mind not to step on her head. she's already that kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the BOG talk, saw caroline. my previous neighbour. u know, the chinese 2 kids that used to come by my house. yea. that one. caroline is their mother. went up to her after the talk and guess what?? instead of having a conversation abt the talk, we were actually talking abt zac efron and jonas brothers. weird! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got this from the mail that harith send us;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be proactive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take the initiative.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time is tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quality is priority.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember that ppl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wonder whats next. time for a change. definitely!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*its amazing how ppl will not give up until they get what they really want. maybe i should give in? or rather not? we'll see..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7934410112923685583?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7934410112923685583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7934410112923685583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7934410112923685583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7934410112923685583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/feels-so-good.html' title='update'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6195260132368215192</id><published>2009-04-20T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:52:45.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;genesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first day of school started out with student comm session with the director of design school. the genesis was like the past years genesis. met alot of 'long time no see' friends. *gosh. im hungry*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that, went to watched 17 again. again! this time rina treat me cos she have yet to watch it and wanted me to accompany her. but after that, i treat her ice cream at swensens. i dont think there's pause in between. we were literally talking non-stop. always a topic after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met mama n ayah at downtown for dinner, again! haha. lately, i kept doing the same thing over and over again. did i mention that daddy had booked tickets for my family to watch Jangan Tegur, like again!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*should i follow to australia? design break will be from 13 june til 29 june.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6195260132368215192?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6195260132368215192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6195260132368215192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6195260132368215192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6195260132368215192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_20.html' title=':)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4232956390508227613</id><published>2009-04-19T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:16:01.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just had my cold bath. the weather aint doing justice lately. extremely hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday was my first time handling the stall with amyra. strictly no adults. but that was only between 2.45pm til 5pm? it was because mama and ayah had to go to the market. great experience. but next time i wanna follow them. can?? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had dinner with my coursemate, sue, adilah, farid, irshaad, hafidz and amyra. the plan was to meet everyone at 6pm but we were late. was busy at the stall. reached the place at 8pm? i told them i'll try to come after maghrib however, i reached downtown at abt 7.50pm. so sorry guys. how sweet of u ppl to wait for us. i missed the catching up session with the rest. after dinner, everyone went their separate ways but 4 of us, fidz shaad myra and i walked from downtown to my house. we choose to walk using the longer route. and it took us 45 minutes to walk walhal if we took the shorter route, it may take abt 5 - 10 minutes. anyway, once again, thanks guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school reopens tmr. but theres no class. only student comm session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i owe u an ice cream treat. soon okay.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4232956390508227613?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4232956390508227613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4232956390508227613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4232956390508227613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4232956390508227613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot.html' title='hot'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3582970676976292434</id><published>2009-04-17T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:21:33.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;loansharks.&lt;br /&gt;they are one bunch of faggots.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happen if one of your neighbour loan from them and cant affort to pay them back.&lt;br /&gt;innocent victim like us were threaten. and this is not their first time disturbing the neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house gate was splashed with bright yellow paint. it wld be much more scary if they use a red paint. stupid them! *marah npk* haha mama is more risau if getting rid of the paint might affect the rod iron paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693734423260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SeiqPBbSbHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/unpuozf6gSg/s320/Photo0405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wall outside my house, near the stairs. they used paint. i suggest they practice architectural handwriting. at least the wall wont look that bad with a neat writting. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325693935533430210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SeiqaunsFcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/UZ_77aQdwC4/s320/Photo0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened exactly. ayah went home after friday prayers. when he wanna get out of the house, he was shocked to see the paint. still fresh n wet. i was helping mama at that time. so i didnt know anything until i called ayah n he said theres something happened at home. mama wasnt at ease. she kept thinking of what that smtg was. u should see her face when ayah break the news. very cute. hahaha. u know la. mothers.. so then went to the police station to make report and the fellow sent to my house was abg's friend, amin. serving his NS.&lt;br /&gt;*so.. moral of the day is, dont loan from loanshark. ;)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3582970676976292434?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3582970676976292434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3582970676976292434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3582970676976292434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3582970676976292434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/pfft.html' title='pfft...'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SeiqPBbSbHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/unpuozf6gSg/s72-c/Photo0405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8657595600004816872</id><published>2009-04-17T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:23:59.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 again. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325671968839858674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SeiWcGT0efI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/da9Z7WB3RzM/s320/17+again.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just got back from watching 17 again. i loike.. i guess i was mostly mesmerised by zac efron rather than the film. ok did i say mesmerised?? haha. yea. drooling with no saliva involve. aint that cool or what. haaha. i simply adore his sense of fashion. dont you guys think so?? oh and and i dont find matthew perry suitable being zac when he's 37 years old. they look so different.. in many ways. bah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~if im given a chance to turn back time, i would go back to 17 sept 08. before i know him. things wont be the way it is now. but its just too late. moving on...~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;both my brothers got their warnings from ayah. luckily i wasnt involve. not for now at least. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*guys with checkered shirt, dont they look great?? buy more and start stocking up your closet*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8657595600004816872?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8657595600004816872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8657595600004816872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8657595600004816872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8657595600004816872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_17.html' title=':)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SeiWcGT0efI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/da9Z7WB3RzM/s72-c/17+again.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-427997471420922214</id><published>2009-04-16T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:41:27.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sore throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe its the side effects after eating that prata with fish curry. *gulp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just check on my new timetable for the upcoming semester. my schedule for the first block would be 2 module, 9am-12nn for EIR and 12nn-3pm for EVD P4. 3 weeks of holiday flies so fast. can i have longer? i bet if i were given longer, i wld want shorter holiday. confirm! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways. im bored. gonna watch 17 again tmr cos baba didnt allow us to watch it today. i wanna try out the new cinema at illuma. its under film garde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when was the last time i chatted with you before today? was it monday?? yea. i think it should be monday. and its thurs now. u said its been ages. so far the longest we've been away was a week. im sure elmo missed me so badly at that period of time. i blame you if he fall sick. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*its the care and concerns. just like the ants ni my previous post. aint that sweet. :) always been at the back of my mind.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i spent most of the time termenung while writing this entry. hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-427997471420922214?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/427997471420922214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=427997471420922214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/427997471420922214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/427997471420922214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4901990013127630364</id><published>2009-04-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:43:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this would be one of my random post. just for the sake of sharing, plus, i cant seem to fall asleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;earlier in the day, while i was trying my brother's new phone, there was an ant pass by me. just a small one tho. not those kind of ants where u can find at the graveyard. anyway, i didnt notice it at first until i saw smtg moving so slowly. at first i thot it was searching for food but when i look at it closer, it was actually carrying his injured mate. awww.. i didnt disturb them tho. few minutes later, i searched for them. this time, i saw another ant came to help the first ant carry the injured ant. touching rite?? well. this shows how caring and and loving ants are. even some humans dont behave this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*it's just too bad. you already had the best days of your life.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4901990013127630364?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4901990013127630364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sleepyhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just got back from johor. had smtg to do there. we went to the cinema to watch malaysia's horror film, Jangan Tegur. i was very disturbed by the audience making alot of noises. gosh. no doubt the ticket was cheaper there but you get what u pay. singapore are way better. only to a certain extend tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's one scene where an ustaz was doing his recitation of surah yassin. one guy behind me was reading along with the ustaz and continue the ayat and mind you, he was reading it out loud. i mean, pls la. he dont have to tell the whole audience in the theater that he hafal surah yassin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first i thot it was the malaysians being uncivilised but after doing my personal reflection in the car while on the way home, i figured out that that act applies to most malays. i remembered the other time we went to watch ayat-ayat cinta at e!hub. there's a group of makcik2 talking, giving comments to each other and gossiping out loud while the movie was played. they stopped only after a guy at the back shouted "diam uh bodoh!". can you imagine how annoying it can be? mama cuold not take it until she asked me y cant they behave like us. for those who have not experience it, try and watch a malay film anywhere. do let me know how the audience react. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; *its like a puzzle. you just have arrange and figure out the answer yourself. im sure you're matured enough to do it. that might help.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"enigmas are things not to be contemplated but to be deciphered." - Peter Eisenman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-2207356940773364584?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/2207356940773364584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=2207356940773364584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2207356940773364584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2207356940773364584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_15.html' title='...'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-2930591570807199721</id><published>2009-04-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:57:54.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;jog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally i had my run. well not really run la. its only a 20 mins jog. it has been ages since i jog. on my treadmill of cos. prolly abt 2 months plus?? idk. cant rmbr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i always plan the night before to have my jog in the next morning but when morning comes, i did my house chores and ended up skipping my jog again, again and again. i guess its the matter of discipline. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i suggest you better figure out how to gain back lost trust.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"to be trusted is a far greater compliment than to be loved." -Ramsay MacDonald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-2930591570807199721?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/2930591570807199721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=2930591570807199721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2930591570807199721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2930591570807199721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_14.html' title=';)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-2174707484798336063</id><published>2009-04-13T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:03:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>symptoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PMS (premenstrual syndrome).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this entry is specially for my dear female readers but to certain extend, it might help for guys. especially if you're facing problems with your girlfriend and dont know the answer to why she is behaving that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;symptoms before period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step1: Bloating and/or cramping before your period is very common. You may experience excess gas, pain in your lower abdomen or both. These symptoms may come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Step2: Experiencing breast tenderness is a symptom associated with the menstrual cycle as well. You may experience more fullness, swelling, or tenderness of the breasts before or during your period. This symptom usually disappears after a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Step3: Look at your face. Acne is caused in some women due to a hormonal imbalance during the menstrual cycle. You may notice pimples on your face before or during your period. These pimples usually disappear after your period without any treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Step4: Craving certain foods is a common symptom of PMS. This may be due to a decrease in the serotonin level, which is a chemical in the the brain believed to affect mood and appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Step5: Fatigue or feeling more tired is very common. This may be due to a loss of iron when menstruating. If you are anemic, you may want to take an iron supplement daily which will help with the tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;Step6: Feeling irritable is also a symptom of PMS. Some women may get agitated very easily. They may feel very sad during this time, due to fluctuating hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;clearer now? i remember learning this in sec 2. where the guys in the class will giggle and giggle and giggle. so childish. those days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-2174707484798336063?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/2174707484798336063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=2174707484798336063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2174707484798336063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2174707484798336063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/symptoms.html' title='symptoms'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1395356903310987560</id><published>2009-04-13T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:12:50.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;experience at elias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to share with you people how our(me and myra) life are while helping mama at the stall. i dont think some of u get the situation. cos u have to experience yourself to feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;incident 1- happened to amyra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-a malay man age around early 50s (barber)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-amyra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amyra: ye.. nk makan nasi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;barber: ahh.. ade tahu berladoh eh. ADIK simpan kn ABANG.. ABANG nk tahu tu tau. nant skjp lagi ABANG dtg. (cheeky face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amyra: &lt;em&gt;kau panggil aku adik?? giler pe??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ayah: anak die lagi tua dari amyra. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*maybe the big mirror at the barber shop aint big enough for him :/*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;incident 2 -happened to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-lady age around early 40s (one of our regulars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-ziza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ziza: hey hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lady: hi.. can i have 1 mee rebus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ziza: sure of cos. hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(went to pack the noodle) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lady: wahh.. you so good uh. help your mum. do you have boyfriend? normally girls nowadays go out with their boyfriend on weekends. but you didnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ziza: (smile) err.. no lah.. (i looked at mama and wisper to her, "does she know theres also a thing called either ta'aruf or long distance relationship??")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*you dont have to be with 'him' all the time to feel the love. sometimes its the miss that makes the heart grow fonder. agree??*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;incident 3- happened to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-one apek. never seen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-amyra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-ziza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(amyra and i were playing and giggling. i cant remember what we were doing exactly. *dont say we behaved like kids* hiakk-dush!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ziza: ok da. jgn main. ade org.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;myra: (went to the apek)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apek: i want one curry puff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;myra: you want one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apek: no i want 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;myra: so you want 3? (looked at me with that stoinked face. so ni apek nk 3 ke 1?? fickle minded betul.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;both of us laughed. dont asked why. i have no idea actually. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apek: wahh.. you work also can play uh?? (serious expression)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;myra: can uh. this one my mother's shop what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(that apek smiles and geleng kepale)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*we're not trying to be rude to fight back but that is fact! no point if that apek tk puas hati. lol amyra's line: dia jealous! hahaha~ inside joke~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall i share one more??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nahh.. next time maybe. im so so tired. i havent even fresh up and its alreaady 1am! gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.. ne! im so so so so sorry. i totally forgot to reply ur sms. ya rabbi. i was busy just now. im sure ure asleep. shall reply you tmr okay. inshallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1395356903310987560?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1395356903310987560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1395356903310987560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1395356903310987560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1395356903310987560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/experience-at-elias.html' title='incidence'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6870410732465960020</id><published>2009-04-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:06:03.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i create one? my friends have been bugging me to do so. last night my 9 year old cousin asked me whether i have facebook cos he was thinking of adding me up. kids nowaday are so canggih. ok not really. but they are thinkiing ahead so so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no final answer in design and i think that applies to whatever i do. for example, ive done a name card for ayah and asked abg adik to print it using home printer. he printed a sample first and i kept changing the layout of the fonts, placing, colour yada yada. until he got fed up. haha.. well. im sorry but thats the process dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;time check: 10.42am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im supposed to siap by now but im still blogging and watching american idol result show repeat telecast on star world. lots of things to do at central today. cos theres new stock which i need to update and display. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*tell me if it's all worth it?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6870410732465960020?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6568677905613642845</id><published>2009-04-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:12:30.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh please don't come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what i get when i skipped my sahur. &lt;em&gt;who's fault?? nurrrrr... &lt;/em&gt;bah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tuesday's outing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as mentioned at my twits that im going to NUS, watch david archuleta at iluma and amirah's grill at arab st. the timing didnt turned out to be as planned. thanks to our very own mr s r nathan. pfft. reached NUS at abt 3pm. we saw the exhibition hall full of cameraman and all. asked the security guard outside and they said that nathan is inside and we have to wait till 4.30pm to 5pm before we can enter inside. so then we sat at the macdonald there. its not that easy tho. we had to go to the architecture office to ask them abt somethings. farah only accompanied us til here. she went off after that. so left me, mira and rina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached iluma at abt 6.45pm. everywhere i see humans, humans and more humans. overall the show was not bad. he sang touch my hands, a little too not over you, a thousand miles and crush. nice vocals but it would be better if the audience remain calm n not shout throughout while he was singing. i must say that for an artist, its a plus point if they're left handed. imagine at an autograph session, they had to sign and shake hands with their fans. wouldnt it be easier for them?? so anyways. azimah joined us when the show ended. but she managed to get a glimpse of david. ok maybe not 'a' glimpse. lol. headed down to arab street. that was about 9pm. ziza eating at 9 plus?? u cant get them anywhere else. haha. only on that day. exceptional. alasan! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home at about 11 plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; *always in my prayers. don't worry. inshalla everything's gonna be alright.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6568677905613642845?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6568677905613642845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6568677905613642845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6568677905613642845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6568677905613642845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing.html' title='outing'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-329671277710834555</id><published>2009-04-06T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:09:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one good example why i said mama's a strong person. just now, while i was helping her at the stall, i accidentally 'slice' my thumb while i was a 'fish monger'. no doubt it was my fault. the act of careless. imagine, i was holding the fish and slicing it facing my thumb. --- ok hard to imagine. can i draw?? lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways, if u were to observe mama when she injured herself, she'll be like those calm. laid back mother. but if her children or even amyra injure ourselves, we'll go kecoh satu dunia. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what im gonna wear for tmr? maybe just depends on the weather. from there, i'll decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so who's coming along again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theme?? rock? sophiscated? goody two shoes? jilbab?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-329671277710834555?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5095703304813497236</id><published>2009-04-03T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:15:58.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;normal updates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically I've just finished watching slumdog millionaire. damn good film. i recommend u to watch it. no tears involved tho. but the storyline is so fake la. i mean. well..yes i do agree theres a thing called takdir but this is like so obvious that its being made up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i have tonnes of dates with my friends. gosh. how am i going to plan my time? seems like the first week of my holiday has almost come to an end. i wanna go NUS architectural exhibition this sunday. since farah and lynn wanna meet us, why not i ask them to tag along. so yea. save time in a way. :) but of cos la the outing is not only going there. maybe breakfast or sheesha?? oh oh. not for me please farah. and no Starbucks. cos i don't drink coffee.&lt;em&gt; cerewet?? ahha no la. tah la. bah!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so thats the 1st group. i still have re and ne's outing. rina n dee which prolly gonna be the 3rd week of my holiday. and also my evd fellos. sorry if i miss out on anyone else. this are the ones that i remember for now.. hmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i'm not sure if i'm making the right choice. constant pray. inshallah i'll get the answer.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5095703304813497236?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5095703304813497236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5095703304813497236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5095703304813497236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5095703304813497236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/schedule.html' title='schedule'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3638690807371683635</id><published>2009-04-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:40:25.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sacrifice. patience. sincere. understanding. open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am very thankful that u kept me grounded throughout my life, so far leaving in this planet. no late nights, no frequent going out with friends, no lepaks, keeping myself down-to-earth most of the time, constant reminder abt courtesy and cultural aspect. basically thats grounded in my dictionary. some of you might think that my life is full of restrictions. i'm being unsocial. but hey. i find it a blessing. a huge one indeed. looking at myself now, all grown up as a young adult, i cant ask more to be what i am right now. its all about respect and pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u made me feel stronger inside, more confidence spiritually and most importantly, the care and concerns that u've given us. whenever i felt down, u cheered me up. u made me think of the positive side of it. u believed in karma and has proven me that karma does exist in life. &lt;em&gt;some might disagree. but its really up to you to decide. im not here to force you or psycho your mind.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u're one strong woman that i've never ever seen in my entire life. when ure sick or hurt physically, u managed to overcome and challenge the pain. u wouldnt want people to know that ure suffering so badly just because u dont want us to worry abt you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with the 'skill' that we obtain, i felt thankful. alhamdulillah. hopefully its being passed on and i am not going to misuse it and take advantage of it. im sorry i cant disclose this paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u've always been in my prayers. if theres tears involved in this entry, that would be tears of feeling blessed, honoured, thankful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one could ever replace the love u've given me. the hope that u believed in me. the countless support u've helped me. and the lesson u've taught me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my one and only, mama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3638690807371683635?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3638690807371683635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3638690807371683635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3638690807371683635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3638690807371683635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3501811287714395290</id><published>2009-03-30T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:41:05.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;holiday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later, at 9am sharp after submitting my storyboards, marks the official day for my holiday. after two months of intense projects, what better way to end them with 21 days of break before the start of year 3 as a design student at temasek polytecnic. time.flies.so.fast. have i physically and mentally prepare myself to face the life after poly? what where why how when who?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot of things have gone thru my mind on what i plan, intend, wish and want to do. i guess the least i can do now is to set priority. maybe i should start drawing out my new timeline for the next ten years and better stick to it, by god wills. hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plans for the upcoming holiday?? learn as much as i can from mama and hopefully at the end of 21 days, i can achieve my "degree" in it. whats the 'it'? for me to know, its for u to find out. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"theres a different between saying and doing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3501811287714395290?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3501811287714395290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3501811287714395290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3501811287714395290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3501811287714395290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_29.html' title=':)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8976790990245495306</id><published>2009-03-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:35:10.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 more days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my final submission will be just hours away but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; blogging. funny rite. just sharing some stuffs. pardon me if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; blabbering something that u guys might not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slept at 5.15am in the morning last night doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;archiCAD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt; rendering. i planned to wake up at 6am for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;subuh&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; my work. tau2 i overslept and missed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;subuh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pfft&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i can get things over and make my final decision. however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; u appear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;u're&lt;/span&gt; giving me second thought. am i feeling something that is against what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; saying? is it a sign or its just me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; its the heart and mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one thing i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; favor when doing my project is that i keeep thinking of things that is unimportant and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unnecessary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;amyra&lt;/span&gt;, are u still sleeping, leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; laptop on the whole night again?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8976790990245495306?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4229107349733102562</id><published>2009-03-20T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:54:49.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;tired. penat. ta`aban. pagod ako. meh thak gaya hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my day started off as early as 9am and ended at 11pm. but im blogging and still not asleep. does that mean my day have not yet end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways. attended abang's sea soldier passing out ceremony at 2.30pm. so far, we've been attending abg's grad ceremony for the 3rd time since he entered NS and everytime i went, there must be someone new appearing in my life, if u get what i mean. im not sure whether i did mentioned in my previous post. the first passing out parade was at tekong. abg's sargent, khairul, wanted my number so badly that he was willing to lighten abg's punishment. blessing in disguise huh?? lol. the 2nd ceremony was at changi naval base. his mate, saleh khalid basharahil, kept begging for my number cos he wanted to bring me to SSC night as his date. abg gave him his number and saleh memorise it. he kept singing my name. no wonder la i asik tersedak aje. ok bedek. lol. i thot everything was over after i met him at the ceremony but abg just told me that he met saleh at jurong recently wearing all smart and good looking. when abg asked where is he heading to, he said he's going out with abg's sister. :/ the 3rd ceremony was at the same place. but this time, abg received his sargent rank. do u know that in sea soldier, majority of the people are chinese? dont ask me why. so anyway, when the prize giving ceremony was on, they called this particular person named kadir alsogoff. abg adik sat beside me and he signal me saying he's good looking. i told him not to talk out loud cos u'll never know where his parent is. silap2 kat dpn kite. so when the event is over, everybody stood up and guess what, they are near us! i was like, "amyra, if u're here, is this one of the sign??~~ and she'll go 'duh!' " haha his parents happened to be our neighbour 10 years ago when we were staying at bedok. same block only that im staying at the 22nd storey. during the reception, they sat beside us. i looked at kadir and in my mind, i kept asking myself that i saw this guy somewhere but i couldnt remember where. dah sampai rumah baru i remembered that i saw him thru ahmad alhaddad's friendster. lerr. but that time he still had his hair and much fairer. see how NS really change people's life and appearance. good and bad actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the event, we went home and then to baba's house. we told habib everything and he smiled, in a cheeky way. and what does he trying to tell?? no idea. basically everyone understood what i want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. should i brag abt the rest?? nahh.. i dont think so. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4229107349733102562?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4229107349733102562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4229107349733102562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4229107349733102562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4229107349733102562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5197531806528301708</id><published>2009-03-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:11:26.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habib Noh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;as promised, im going to share with u guys about Habib Noh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Among his honourable habits was to distribute food to the poor. Often, he would enter a shop, take out all the money from the cash drawer and throw it to the waiting children. Those shopkeepers who were aware of his holy state did not make any attempt to stop him and were rewarded by Allah with prosperity in their business thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such activities however, were frowned upon by the British colonial masters who tried to put him in jail a number of times. However, after doing this many times, they finally gave up and left him alone. The reason? Each time he was arrested, and put in jail, he mysteriously disappeared from his cell and was seen outside walking free. This is one of the signs of awliya, their service to God has set them free from man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He urged his companions to always show compassion, to increase their religious knowledge and to be consistent in learning the Al-Quran. Among his advice was &lt;strong&gt;"Let there not be any spite or ill-will among you and let there not be even a bit of greediness among you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stories on Habib Noh often revolve around his miracles--especially his incredible ability to appear in a number of places at the same time. He had been seen in Mecca when it was known that he has not left Singapore. He has been known to say farewell to travellers leaving Singapore with the words 'I will be there when you arrive'. When the traveller reached his destination months later, Habib Noh would be there to welcome him at the harbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Story 1: One day, a group of people visited Habib Noh RA. They waited for him as he prayed Asar. Soon, Habib Noh RA came out to meet his visitors. While he was greeting the second person in the group, he observed the man's face and said, "It's better for you to leave now because your mom is facing her last moments, and is dying." The man rushed home accompanied by Habib Noh RA. When they arrived, the man's mother had just died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Story 2: A gentleman by the name of Tok Mat, who owned a horse carriage, used to take Habib Noh on rides in his carriage. One night Tok Mat was returning home alone in his carriage felt quite frightened, as Singapore, one-hundred years ago, was not a safe place as it is now. Robbers and bandits were everywhere, waiting to take unwitting travelers by surprise. Tok Mat felt fearful and wished Habib Noh was there to protect him. He turned around and was shocked to see Habib Noh sitting in his carriage and smiling at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is just an abstract from wikipedia. if u're interested, read more at this link. have fun reading!&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makam_Habib_Noh"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makam_Habib_Noh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5197531806528301708?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5197531806528301708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5197531806528301708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5197531806528301708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5197531806528301708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/habib-noh.html' title='Habib Noh'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1180331238647675451</id><published>2009-03-19T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:01:39.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 march 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;baba's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe it or not, my baba had just turned 70! i cant believe it myself. time flies so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my day started off with visit to maqam Habib Noh to sought blessing of his sincere invocation and asking Allah for help with his baraka. (i'll share some interesting stories about Habib Noh in my next post. i did wiki on him. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the visit, went to elias to help mama. shared some stories and off to send hykel for his guitar class. i sat at macdonald, alone, with a cup of tea and an apple pie with a laptop doing my project. at first i thought his class was abt 30 mins, tau2 it ended abt an hour and a half later. i swear it was mendak! pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so anyways, ayah picked us up and went straight to baba's house. must-have cutting cake ceremony was held in her room cos her leg has not fully recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;below are some of the pictures snapped on that day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no idea why i snapped this. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314885567247996354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJEQ5Gq1cI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PRxBZOmdkV0/s320/P3180069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the caretaker of this mosque,habib hussein, which happen to be my habib's younger brother. he led the ritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJMRBKF1VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vilEoGPcOpc/s1600-h/P3180072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894365502854482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJMRBKF1VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vilEoGPcOpc/s320/P3180072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had to climb up 47 steps to reach the top. imagine habib hussein has to climb up and down the stairs everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314893239574711618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJLPev5zUI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EP6i3lMbpqU/s320/P3180075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my habib aint strong enough to climb up the stairs, he did his own version of ritual downstairs with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJLwVrxRXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-Vozx7bHhlM/s1600-h/P3180074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314893804077139314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJLwVrxRXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/-Vozx7bHhlM/s320/P3180074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of his du'a was to have cucu menantu cepat sikit and baik of cos. then he gave a pat on my back. awww... lol. i remember that day was baba. now his turn. i wonder how cepat is his cepat? does he even know that im only turning 19 this year?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJLhZeeSXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LpUqwFAy7aA/s1600-h/P3180076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314893547397073266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJLhZeeSXI/AAAAAAAAAW4/LpUqwFAy7aA/s320/P3180076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used this picture as my dp in msn. the first impression i got from different kind of ppl whom i chatted with was nice, mcm mak2, 2 people said mcm datin and "are u engaged?" hahaha. anyone wants too comment on this picture? i can continue jotting it down in my list. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314891510442388482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJJq1OobAI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9KKYaH2hra4/s320/P3180082+copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wajib' for a birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJJB3pGJEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Vxa9_fTs4es/s1600-h/P3180115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314890806715622466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJJB3pGJEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Vxa9_fTs4es/s320/P3180115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama said u look like bomoh. haha. bomoh?? ring a bell amyra??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJGDJCXouI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ecetbSKq1JE/s1600-h/P3180143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314887530030015202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJGDJCXouI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ecetbSKq1JE/s320/P3180143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJFxNMhfaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/L74UZ2aJuG4/s1600-h/P3180132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314887221908700578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJFxNMhfaI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/L74UZ2aJuG4/s320/P3180132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. thats all i have for u guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 70 Birthday ya baba! may u stay healthy and happy always. i shall keep the rest of my wishes and prayers to myself n Allah. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i took more than an hour blogging for this post. ape tknye, i was distracted with American Idol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1180331238647675451?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1180331238647675451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1180331238647675451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1180331238647675451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/1180331238647675451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/18-march-2009.html' title='18 march 2009'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/ScJEQ5Gq1cI/AAAAAAAAAWI/PRxBZOmdkV0/s72-c/P3180069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-9134881500413390902</id><published>2009-03-16T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:16:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been quite some time since i update my blog. its either i'm lazy to blog or i dont have spare time to blog. whatever the reason is, ALASAN! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, what happened to me while i'm gone? basically i was down with a heartburn. uh huh. i said heartburn. just to let u guys know. heartburn has nothing got to do with heart. cliche aye? anyways, i kept denying that i was suffering from it. i was down for 3 days but i still went out to watch Push at the cinema. watching the casts didnt bore me except for Dakota Fanning. wonder y they choose her as the 'watcher'. NEXT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i talk abt my project and bore u readers with the same-old-thing? ok maybe not. just a hint, my project will end in abt 9 days time?? so to my dear girlies which i've been postponing our date, i'll be free like a bird after that for two weeks! inshallah i'll spare some of my time for u guys. &lt;em&gt;farah, no sheesha outing please!&lt;/em&gt; ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does it really make the heart grow fonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-9134881500413390902?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/9134881500413390902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=9134881500413390902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/9134881500413390902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/9134881500413390902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing.html' title='missing'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8594740893484506351</id><published>2009-03-08T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:54:44.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;architecture and biology??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P3, i must say, is an interesting approach in the way i design spaces. i can still remember vividly that for my P1, i design it based on site. P2 was based on site and keyword. P3 are based on site, keyword, architect and biology. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for someone with background in art instead of bio, its very very challenging at first. luckily i had a good tutor for that. n what amazed me also is that i managed to understand it in abt an hour plus?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, appreciate ur effort fidz. credit to farina and farah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i can't stand knowing someone in mess n letting them suffer by themself in silence. that's just me.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8594740893484506351?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8594740893484506351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8594740893484506351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8594740893484506351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8594740893484506351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/architecture-and-biology-p3-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6253780140220956902</id><published>2009-03-07T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:32:26.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 years 5 months 16 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it took me that long to realise my capabilities. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subahanallah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6253780140220956902?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6253780140220956902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6253780140220956902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6253780140220956902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6253780140220956902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8144072854923344807</id><published>2009-03-05T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:53:35.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reply post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;reply to my deary Amirah's blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. how should i start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok firstly, nur nk mintak maaf ngan am kalau kadang2 cara nur nasihat kn am tegas sbb am tau lah diri am tu, degil nauzubillah! :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kalau boleh, janganlah am bandingkan nur dengan sahabat Rasulullah s.a.w. Dengan bandingan itu, nur takut nant timbul perasaan riak atau ade yg tak senang hati. nur pun bkn lah perfect sgt jadi lebih baik am simpan aje ape pendapat yg baik atau pun yg buruk tentang diri nur. biar masing2 menilaikannya sendiri. lagipon, nur lebih senang kalau berbuat baik secara senyap2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sebenarnye bukan am sorg aje yg berpendapat mcm gitu tentang diri nur. ade lagi satu. jalan ceritanya seakan2 tapi nur tk akan kongsi kat sini sebab nur rase tk perlu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nur akan buat ape yg nur rase patut. kalau pasal saidina abu bakar tu, wallahualam. seriously nur tk sedar sampai am bilang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trust me. this reply post dah dihantar censor board. so tau2 aje la ape maknenye. BORING! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8144072854923344807?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8144072854923344807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8144072854923344807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8144072854923344807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8144072854923344807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/reply-post.html' title='reply post'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8548060753907026028</id><published>2009-03-04T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:47:08.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interim 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;head spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it feels so heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slept at 5am last night doing my project model. myra stayed over at my place so i have company thruout the night. thanks amyra! and also my brother. hee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially the plan was to reach school at 9am but then, despite the lack of sleep, we woke up at 9.07am instead! &lt;em&gt;tgk uh. salam mama n ayah pun salah aim. &lt;/em&gt;anyway, yea. interim 01 just now was more of a consultation session, one to one with harith while swee was with the laptop handling a year one student. i thot it was presentation infront of my two lecturers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the session, i think i know my directions n what is my next approach. alhamulillah. i complained that irshaad didnt take note of my crit properly. tau2 after crit, mashallah. penuh satu page. haha bahase balik npk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still dont geddit. the fact that ppl cry after their crit. walhal the lecturer is trying to help them. hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*should i go missing?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8548060753907026028?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-243336512352088607</id><published>2009-03-02T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:44:56.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've not met myra since friday. i think this is the longest since ages?? lol. but yea. we have to do our stuff so thats y. *amyra, baru 3 hari. nk make it a week tk? haha &lt;em&gt;dont even think abt it!*&lt;/em&gt; we're actually video calling each other thru msn. does that count? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been sitting at the living room since 1pm which makes it 10hr 45 mins so far! now u guys know y we have projects instead of exams. its interim 01: model based this week so thats y i'm sitting at the living room doing my model. &lt;em&gt;padahal ade bilik sendiri tapi tk buat eh.&lt;/em&gt; haha i prefer doing it at the dining table cos its round n wide. ade je. heee.. im so tired. can i sleep now? maybe i should wrap up doing my model, tell myra the bedtime story that i've promise her n bum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*can u stop saying my face look like sheikh when im thinking?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-243336512352088607?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/243336512352088607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=243336512352088607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/243336512352088607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/243336512352088607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-2-3.html' title='1, 2, 3'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-964153455811199920</id><published>2009-03-01T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:51:02.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like throwing up what i'd just ate. i think its because of tido lambat. *my hand smell of bleach. how can i get rid of it? but i think its better than bau pari that i siang tadi. still!* i slept at 4.16am last night and i blame hafidz for this. haha. well just to clear things up, hafidz is my classmate. we talk alot. theres topic on islam, school, friends and lots more. i had fun chatting with him tho. ape tk nye, smp 4 pagi! haha. skali2 can uh. everyday of cos cannot. sedangkan satu hari tido lambat aje my body aint doing justice to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i better do my proposal now. enough of external distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-964153455811199920?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/964153455811199920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=964153455811199920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/964153455811199920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/964153455811199920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3487170548866432048</id><published>2009-03-01T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:05:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bloody Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SalpdlhaeWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Bt3N4fBuN38/s1600-h/3082551044_9ae8e0c7f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889592842221922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SalpdlhaeWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Bt3N4fBuN38/s320/3082551044_9ae8e0c7f0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;initially my plan for today was to stay at home n do assignment. however, my mind wanted to do it but my body wanted to go somewhere. kebetulan mama pun balik siang so we ended up going vivo. no plans of watching movie at all. it was impromptu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw the trailer before but i have no idea that the movie was that violence. it was rated M18 for violence and nudity. i dont see the reason or the need for nudity in some scene. i dont think im eating in the next few days after watching the blood n the heart n the killing n what have you. its in 3D so we have to put on the glasses throughout the movie n it seems like its popping out of the screen. its like IMAX. theres a few scenes i tried to elak. luckily the theater gelap. if not buat paisey aje. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, confession of a shopaholic belum main kat singapore yet. its coming soon. im not sure when tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*1 march, which is today, is mama n ayah's 22nd anniversary. now that i realised, thats fast!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3487170548866432048?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3487170548866432048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3487170548866432048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3487170548866432048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3487170548866432048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bloody-valentine.html' title='My Bloody Valentine'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SalpdlhaeWI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Bt3N4fBuN38/s72-c/3082551044_9ae8e0c7f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5169251364656244338</id><published>2009-02-28T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:10:02.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>islamic architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what? i did went to Forum Architects yesterday. and let me tell u this, its worth it. btw, thanks eddy for the ride there. after looking at how Tan Kok Hiang design the mosque, im now interested in islamic architecture with the arabesque, alongside with lighting. but one thing fears me most, architects tend to become ego once they design something. i shall pray hard that Tuhan keeps me down to earth at most time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walk from Maxwell to Boat Quay. we have to do our site analysis again cos our rationale n everything wasnt strong enough. that was abt 6.30pm. pubs and restaurant were filled with humans and beer on their hand, even along the walkway, which technically means blocking our way thru. i felt insecure walking there. imagining how dosa the place is. being sorry for ourselves. maybe i should proposed something that is related to religion, culture n community for the next P4. we stayed there till abt 11.15pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;might be going there again today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*god, save us*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh n btw, thanks sooo much Azimah for helping us out on thursday. now u know how designer feels like rushing their assignments before submission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5169251364656244338?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3382686801090312536</id><published>2009-02-26T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:47:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost contact, crit, forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you guys noticed, it has been quite some time since i mentioned abt sheikh. what happen to him? well. we got lost contact along the way until recently i came across him in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, yesterday's critique session wasnt good. &lt;em&gt;*i wonder how my bro can sing early in the morning. senang hati ke ape abg adik?* &lt;/em&gt;im not going to elaborate abt the crit la. all i can say is that i need a break this weekend. mama, lets go shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i desperately wanna follow the freshmen to forum architects. FYI, this firm is the one who design assyafaah mosque. go google for this. the architecture is very unique for a mosque. its not like those typical with a dome n minaret at the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok cool. harith just replied the mail. i better go siap now cos we're meeting him at 11am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*kris allen is charming but i think danny gokey sound better.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3382686801090312536?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3382686801090312536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3382686801090312536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3382686801090312536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3382686801090312536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-contact-crit-forum.html' title='lost contact, crit, forum'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4197509351854645597</id><published>2009-02-24T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:45:50.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;consultation.&lt;br /&gt;its12.35pm now. my consultation time with lecturer was supposed to be at 11.40am. myra n i tahan rushed down to school taking cab, tau2 the session baru start. so i kept saying to myra that she wasted my money on the taxi fare. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;the driver is an indian muslim. very peramah. when i entered the cab, i told him to fetch my friend n then to temasek poly. he asked whether my boyfriend is already there waiting for me. i ingat i nk jwb that i dont fetch my boyfriend, i prefer him to fetch me. but i didnt la. i said my friend perempuan. then he start talking abt his son. wife. nenek. yada yada. haha. when myra enter, i passsed the mic to her so she continued my conversation while i stare outside the window, enjoying the scenery. NOT! haha&lt;br /&gt;*im so bored now. myra, are u going to 'musollah ' later?*&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/3893636917527525502-4197509351854645597?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4197509351854645597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4197509351854645597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4197509351854645597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4197509351854645597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-612309977992917588</id><published>2009-02-22T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:46:09.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;grocery shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to giant after helping mama at elias yesterday. bought a rice cooker, chillies, bawang yada yada. so now, finally i can cook. at home! but only in darurat case la. duh! im not that free okay. so if u wanna eat, make an appointment first. i bet amyra will be like "alamat kebulur uh laki kau nant." and i'll go "thats future babeh." hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to siap now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and btw, having that maid ard still bothers me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Danny Gokey from American Idol has an amazing voice.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-612309977992917588?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/612309977992917588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=612309977992917588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's the thing. u know theres one girl i blogged abt the other day? the one i said didnt like me? ok let me refresh for those whom didnt remember or follow up my blog. she's actually my friend's friend. we're in the same school, TP design. only different course. she told my friend that she didnt like me, for whatever her reason which i dont know. walhal i dont even know her. stakat smile n smile n more smile when we came across. the next day after my friend told me abt her, i went vivo and saw her. -_-'' padahal when i saw her, i nodded my head n smile however, she told my friend yg she buat2 tk npk. ok fine by me uh. up to her la eh. but but tadi, i met my friend. she told me yg the girl nk pinjam some software cd from me. i terperanjat la. imagine uh, a person who dont like u, ade hati nk pinjam cd dari u? tk ke pelik tu? at first bile my friend ckp that that cd is mine, she's like thinking, nk pinjam ke tak. *sigh* sakit hati eh ade manusia mcm gini? but whatever her act/thinking/perception towards me, i'll just take it as something that i have to face with sabar and ikhlas. i shall not hold any grudges on her. that's my final decision no matter how she treats me. hopefully by this way, she can at least change her attitude, not only towards me, but also to those whom she have been treating this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i've been reading ayar-ayat cinta's novel since wednesday and im addicted to it now. thanks to whoever send me that link to dwnld the pdf. u know who u are. :D*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*and btw, ur elmo is not doing justice. pls take him back.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1780390089898894190?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-569748453945580375</id><published>2009-02-17T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:43:56.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 feb 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had a really really hectic day yesterday. im not complaining btw. okay maybe a little. :/ my day started at 9am when i woke up n did the normal house routine. oh and btw, i guess yesterday mark the first day since ages that ayah actually made breakfast for me since mama went to the hospital after subuh. aww. haha. met amyra and went to school and straight to NUH. journey there was approx. abt 1hr 45mins. imagine ppl, throughout the journey, we were actually talking, NON-STOP! haha. to whom it may concerns, im sorry if in our conversation, we ter-mengumpat abt u. :) but not to worry, its ntg serious. all the talking was for good. haha, ade je..&lt;br /&gt;baba was already in ICU when we reached there. abg adk, amyra, hykel and me went into the room together however only two person are allowed at a time so myra n hykel went out. looking at baba's situation, i was so scared that i broke to tears. aww.. but hey, it was seriously scary. trust me. no one noticed that i cried when i walk out of the room. told u my acting skills are improving. haha. ya rite. the 2nd time i went into the room was when habib nk balik. i went in with him, daddy and uncle pat. i was so touched by the words that habib said, followed by the doa of cos. this time i cannot tahan already. i cried so badly until one of my bulu mata msk mata. haha. irritating, i know. it was so long, roughly abt 0.9cm long. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why am i talking abt my bulu mata again?? ihavenoidea. haha&lt;/span&gt; so anyway, at abt 8pm, we went to have our dinner. assignment was and have always been, at the back of my mind. but theres still some space for other stuffs of cos. ;) amboi kak ja.&lt;br /&gt;*im sooo lost sitting in this class, listening to their presentation. ape tk nye, i was blogging instead of paying attention. haha. sorry mei sin! oh and btw, my lecturer, mei sin, is prolly the first person to address me by my full name. i really appreciate your effort, :D*&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/3893636917527525502-569748453945580375?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/569748453945580375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=569748453945580375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/569748453945580375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/569748453945580375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/17-feb-2009.html' title='17 feb 2009'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-2187947741993832151</id><published>2009-02-15T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:16:19.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prayers.&lt;br /&gt;to all my dear readers, please incld your prayers to baba and mizie's nenek who's undergoing their operations tmr, 16 feb 09. mine wld be at 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;im so worried now. only god knows how uneasy i feel n i try to hide it. seems like my acting skills are improving. thank god! :/&lt;br /&gt;im not coming to class for consultation tmr morning but prolly come in the afternoon. i still have no idea what im supposed to do for tuesday's presentation.&lt;br /&gt;thinking abt it, i think i can freak out now! urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;~may i know who's the person yg invent sms? cos if he's still alive, i wanna have lunch date with him.~&lt;br /&gt;*'abih' is my word. that shows im thinking.*&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/3893636917527525502-2187947741993832151?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/2187947741993832151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=2187947741993832151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2187947741993832151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/2187947741993832151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers.html' title='prayers'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5985559439324869877</id><published>2009-02-15T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:11:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 feb 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally i spare some time to upload this pictures. and i still have yet to upload sarah's bday event. &lt;em&gt;maybe i shall just send u la fidz. sorry eh. i feel so guilty. :/&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, pictures below were taken last week, 8 febuary 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hykel, abg adik and daddy's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wild wild wet, downtown east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such a delicious bday cake. its from secret recipe. what do u expect??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeDIxBdEJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kuqRMyQy7kA/s1600-h/P2080437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302851272873676946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeDIxBdEJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kuqRMyQy7kA/s320/P2080437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the three birthday 'boy' &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302846291893353730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd-m1bM_QI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wxGnc-IjamE/s320/P2080444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me and my 2nd brother. i didnt know he was taller than me. as in like that, that tall. haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302850923371456866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeC0bBoaWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Jh_BlpcnMSc/s320/P2080374+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakak amyra, kak nurai, kak ja&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeCcebunII/AAAAAAAAAVo/FRUr9L15IDw/s1600-h/P2080431copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302850511969361026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeCcebunII/AAAAAAAAAVo/FRUr9L15IDw/s320/P2080431copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh. thats hykel and his ehem ehem, 'girlfriend'. mind you, they are only primary 4! *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeBylACptI/AAAAAAAAAVY/m3zoJM-jpEo/s1600-h/P2080377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302849792177776338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeBylACptI/AAAAAAAAAVY/m3zoJM-jpEo/s320/P2080377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baba and habib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeBkj53_SI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WElQPFb_XlM/s1600-h/P2080383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302849551365307682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeBkj53_SI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/WElQPFb_XlM/s320/P2080383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodies for children below 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeA70w2lpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UdYGH4K2xmM/s1600-h/P2080385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848851516233362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeA70w2lpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UdYGH4K2xmM/s320/P2080385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and thats for above 12. which include adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeAxbla05I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Q2yKn5Ve3AM/s1600-h/P2080386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848672958698386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeAxbla05I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Q2yKn5Ve3AM/s320/P2080386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adults were served nasi briyani while KFC were for children. as for me, both i makan. wahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeAgyXt7jI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Yf8zVoqtczE/s1600-h/P2080388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848387017469490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeAgyXt7jI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Yf8zVoqtczE/s320/P2080388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not sure for this one. was he posing for the camera or was it taken candid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd_2--20TI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JRlzGMYIl7A/s1600-h/P2080408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847668848349490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd_2--20TI/AAAAAAAAAUo/JRlzGMYIl7A/s320/P2080408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd_ObPXIEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SPtwz6C8GPw/s1600-h/P2080427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302846972059131970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd_ObPXIEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SPtwz6C8GPw/s320/P2080427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abg and kak nurai. i swear this ride was scary. satu2 naik this ride muke cramp. but cute eh. haha &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302847306998102242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd_h6_COOI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TOy5XH-URFY/s320/P2080458+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lim ee and aunty yuni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd-PE6ErVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/orzkM_bTxLE/s1600-h/P2080445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845883732503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZd-PE6ErVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/orzkM_bTxLE/s320/P2080445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thats all. of cos theres more la but im not gonna be patient and upload semua. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5985559439324869877?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5985559439324869877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5985559439324869877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5985559439324869877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5985559439324869877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/8-feb-2009.html' title='8 feb 2009'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SZeDIxBdEJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kuqRMyQy7kA/s72-c/P2080437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4321432676456838778</id><published>2009-02-13T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:37:45.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;busy bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally weekends are coming near. been busy since the past two weeks cos im having one of my major project (Project 3). basically u cant take P4 if u fail P3. and that shows y im working my arse off smpai i didnt have time for myself. &lt;em&gt;pamper me will u? that might helps.&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me just update u guys abt my life. just a short one since i have to continue working on my persentation slides for tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this week, i have one presentation on tuesday, two on wed. eh no wait. wed was postponed to thurs. so one on thurs. and one on fri. in short it means i have to prepare for presentations everyday! tiring i must say. but oh well. good things dont come easily(not only in terms of studies). my sleeping hours was also shorten. no more purely 8hrs of beauty sleep. even if its time to sleep, i'll think abt almost everything, which apparently made me cant sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baba is in NUH which means, everyday visit to the hospital. yesterday was the first. i was exhausted but still forced myself to go. was having school from 9am til abt 7pm. ayah picked us up from school and headed there straight. i was doing my project there cos theres alot more i have do. reached home at abt 11 plus and straight away continued working on them. my eyes cant take it at abt 3.15am so i took a 30 mins nap. woke up and continued til 6am. but let me tell you, all the effort i'd put in is so satisfying. work got complimented alhamdulillah. theres more to come. this is just the 2nd phase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sounds stressful to some? well, thats y, in everything u do, u just need to put in ur passion and love it in order to succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok then. i better stop talking now. back to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-baba's operation was changed to monday due to her diabetic-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*thanks mizie. have a save trip. dont forget to get ur tongkat ali stock there if they sell it.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4321432676456838778?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4321432676456838778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4321432676456838778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4321432676456838778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4321432676456838778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6873251602920826696</id><published>2009-01-30T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:46:18.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26 january 2009&lt;br /&gt;for non-chinese, chinese new year basically means 'staying at home'. practically all shops are closed. ghost town everywhere so we had a bonding session at baba's house. went boat quay for awhile to get measurements for my assignment and back to her place. i snapped some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;earlier part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;eat. talk. laugh. life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLxbdjJwDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/u5ibglgmBTk/s1600-h/P1260236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLxbdjJwDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/u5ibglgmBTk/s320/P1260236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297061565831954482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats ayah. he didnt know i snapped this. shhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLxI_Eh1iI/AAAAAAAAATw/JcXxrAILkOA/s1600-h/P1260242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLxI_Eh1iI/AAAAAAAAATw/JcXxrAILkOA/s320/P1260242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297061248412800546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at boat quay&lt;br /&gt;not many pics of us cos i was busy taking the shophouse.&lt;br /&gt;btw,that lil boy is hykel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLwzsF5FfI/AAAAAAAAATo/sWaBjQPHTkA/s1600-h/P1260276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLwzsF5FfI/AAAAAAAAATo/sWaBjQPHTkA/s320/P1260276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297060882540991986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when everybody wants to be in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLwk0anSZI/AAAAAAAAATg/TIQECu6LABM/s1600-h/P1260278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLwk0anSZI/AAAAAAAAATg/TIQECu6LABM/s320/P1260278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297060627077351826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night. back from boat quay.&lt;br /&gt;garden at baba's house. first time for us to sit and gather outside. nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLwaAJiEaI/AAAAAAAAATY/zDI_rCR0Zbk/s1600-h/P1260291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLwaAJiEaI/AAAAAAAAATY/zDI_rCR0Zbk/s320/P1260291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297060441248371106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats mama and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLv9EhIeRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nkxkjI7s5Uo/s1600-h/P1260294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLv9EhIeRI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nkxkjI7s5Uo/s320/P1260294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297059944204892434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what u call 'semangat CNY' their dressing wasnt planned tho.&lt;br /&gt;frm left daddy, uncle pat and ayah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLvdOa2SbI/AAAAAAAAATI/3EXgG5bhAJQ/s1600-h/P1260296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLvdOa2SbI/AAAAAAAAATI/3EXgG5bhAJQ/s320/P1260296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297059397107075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;alright then people. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;*ok mama. im going to fresh up now. no wait. on 2nd thought. in a while okay*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6873251602920826696?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SYLxbdjJwDI/AAAAAAAAAT4/u5ibglgmBTk/s72-c/P1260236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-9084693512940082996</id><published>2009-01-30T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:00:52.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in class yesterday at ard 3pm when i got a call from mama saying that tok yu(datuk sedare) was warded. if im not wrong, i did mentioned in my previous post that the doctor diagnosed his illness as a throat cancer due to smoking. so anyway, he had his chemotherapy twice and didnt have the appetite to eat after that. he was so weak that he fell in his home toilet. all of us reached the hospital at around 6pm. his wife and daughter were crying. only two visitors were allowed at a time but i couldnt help it standing outside and wait so i went in. later, more people came in. but the nurse there are friendly. so they let us in. told them we are all well-behaved human beings. :) well, obviously baba shed the most tears. i wasnt that close to him so yea. i was only on the verge of crying but i managed to control them. i was touched at the ending part before we leave,  but the whole atmosphere changed for me when i heard baba said smtg like this to him. " engku ma  doakan  supaye  brahim cepat sembuh. mintak2 tk ade pape berlaku. inshallah kite panjang umur smp dpt tgk CUCU2 kite KAWIN.''&lt;br /&gt;i was like. ya allah baba. sempat. haha. but i said amin too. hehe *mama tgk kak ja* haha&lt;br /&gt;i went home reflecting abt everything and anything. i feel sooo.. blessed! alhamdulillah. shall not elaborate further tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i just need that 'quality' time together*&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/3893636917527525502-9084693512940082996?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/9084693512940082996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=9084693512940082996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/9084693512940082996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/9084693512940082996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/visiting.html' title='visiting'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7482487185674231826</id><published>2009-01-25T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:23:17.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came across this 'write up' while bloghopping. its closely related to design students, architecture to be exact. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are architecture student you've probably experienced:&lt;br /&gt;-the taste of wood glue&lt;br /&gt;-changes in your vocabulary : homework to project, ball to sphere, etc&lt;br /&gt;-you don't understand how somebody can spend less than $20 at the supplies store&lt;br /&gt;-you hate people telling you "go to sleep" or "do you still have a lot of work?"&lt;br /&gt;-your friends and you don't have the same concept of work "oh, well do it right before class"&lt;br /&gt;-you've slept more than 20 straight hours on weekends&lt;br /&gt;-you can easily discuss with authority the effects of caffeine on different drinks&lt;br /&gt;-no matter the effort you put in a project, somebody will always say “why don’t you add this? or “why don’t you change this here? or “i think that…but…yeah, its ok?&lt;br /&gt;-you’ve heard all your ipod songs in a week&lt;br /&gt;-whenever you get invited somewhere, it is followed by “or do you have a lot of homework?&lt;br /&gt;-you write down a quick message with rapidographs, lead holders, markers and ink&lt;br /&gt;-you have more pictures of landscapes and places than of people&lt;br /&gt;-your worst nightmare consists of not finishing a project&lt;br /&gt;-someone once called you “lazy"? and you wanted them murdered&lt;br /&gt;-you can live without human contact, sunlight, food, but if your plotter’s ink runs out… chaos!!!&lt;br /&gt;-you don’t care about sports cars, your favorite car is the one where you can put in your model&lt;br /&gt;-you design spectacular things without the idea of the cost&lt;br /&gt;-you have the modern mark : a blister in your palm’s hand for the constant use of your mouse&lt;br /&gt;-everybody tells you how they admire your work, “but there is no money for it?&lt;br /&gt;-you’ve gained the ability to sleep in whatever surface: pencils, keyboards, backpacks, your studio mates, food, etc&lt;br /&gt;-you always have the idea that your project will always be recognized&lt;br /&gt;-when you finally have free time to go out you keep thinking “who was the idiot that designed the restaurant’s bathroom?? “who designed this menu?? or “who designed this [chair, table, lighting, fork, etc]?&lt;br /&gt;-you've been at many sunrises, yet you've never seen one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and. i have my own.&lt;br /&gt;-we designers, dont talk. we draw.&lt;br /&gt;-we dont read instructions&lt;br /&gt;-khayal alot. but not smoking. to some!&lt;br /&gt;- fashionably late. so if u guys wanna date a designer, make sure u bring something to entertain urself while waiting. ;P&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of right now. feel free to add more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddya think?? agree? or disagree? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7482487185674231826?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7482487185674231826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7482487185674231826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7482487185674231826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7482487185674231826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/evd.html' title='EVD'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-6066869856476390225</id><published>2009-01-20T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:53:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17 january 2009&lt;br /&gt;celebration of hady's birthday&lt;br /&gt;the event was held at goldkish beach resort, East Coast Park. before i start elaborating abt the event, thanks a million for the treat ya rina! for the tix of cos..sbb if not, i dont wanna go. lol. icecream treat on my side. ;) u want from the apek van rite?? sure sure&lt;br /&gt;so, what should i talk abt?? haha. ni lah ziza. kalau dkt luar, mcm2 nk share. kalau laptop da dpn mate, nk blog, tk tau ape nk tulis. oh. i came across this girl blog who went to the event. betul2 punye feeling. padahal tkdr pape. haha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. tell u what.. i'll just let the photos do the talking and the captions explain all okay.&lt;br /&gt;*chill reee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday cake&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXc2wqHb5xI/AAAAAAAAAS0/T_V5QQNuADQ/s1600-h/CIMG6969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXc2wqHb5xI/AAAAAAAAAS0/T_V5QQNuADQ/s320/CIMG6969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293760096564406034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXiqrO92lI/AAAAAAAAASs/2YosgNLNo9Q/s1600-h/Photo0634+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293386159831767634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 283px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXiqrO92lI/AAAAAAAAASs/2YosgNLNo9Q/s320/Photo0634+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrival of guest. im signing the pink guest book. cant rmbr what i wrote in the book. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXiH1bD2QI/AAAAAAAAASk/iJL13v9wQcs/s1600-h/n755444397_1314465_9904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293385561271425282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXiH1bD2QI/AAAAAAAAASk/iJL13v9wQcs/s320/n755444397_1314465_9904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buffet lunch. dont ask me who are they cos i tk ingat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXhh1yKv7I/AAAAAAAAASc/P1nvvEJOPKY/s1600-h/n755444397_1314483_4269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293384908533317554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXhh1yKv7I/AAAAAAAAASc/P1nvvEJOPKY/s320/n755444397_1314483_4269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everyone is in this pic. like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXhUFgZF7I/AAAAAAAAASU/mHggHi-qRj8/s1600-h/IMG_4316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293384672235558834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXhUFgZF7I/AAAAAAAAASU/mHggHi-qRj8/s320/IMG_4316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats rina. the one who treated me that day. hur hur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXgvBvao7I/AAAAAAAAASM/nLi7I72t9wg/s1600-h/Photo0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293384035569673138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXgvBvao7I/AAAAAAAAASM/nLi7I72t9wg/s320/Photo0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt talk much on that day. maklumlah.. i kn pemalu. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXgX0bSlHI/AAAAAAAAASE/YnjpSYylNMU/s1600-h/n694291780_1794310_2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383636858606706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXgX0bSlHI/AAAAAAAAASE/YnjpSYylNMU/s320/n694291780_1794310_2850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. this pic ade cerite. haha. lets talk abt the guest's character. as u all know, he's the bday boy, so everyone wanna take pic with him. even the makciks are all very hyper active when it comes to taking pic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kalah aku yg anak dara ni. lol &lt;/span&gt;so they were like hugging n stuff while i just observed from a distance. in my head, i was saying 'ok. since these makcik all mentel2 when it comes to taking pic, y not i behave and take a decent one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dont say ya rite eh myra*' &lt;/span&gt;so when it came to my turn, a lady there said that i have to wait till he comes to my table. hady replied her on behalf of me and said 'kakak. tkpe kak. ni satu je. last. boleh2.' n he reached his hand outward, calling me to come closer to him. i went towards him n he puts his hand on my shoulder. i cant be standing stiff n straight like a statue so i put my hand at his waist. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya rabbi, i swear i was like 'what was i doing??'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;byk lah aku punye decent pic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXgKRasoRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-Dqe7TxPce4/s1600-h/Photo0649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293383404122579218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXXgKRasoRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-Dqe7TxPce4/s320/Photo0649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest is history. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;*my dark eye circles are getting worst. i sooo need my beauty sleep back* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-6066869856476390225?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/6066869856476390225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=6066869856476390225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6066869856476390225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/6066869856476390225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXc2wqHb5xI/AAAAAAAAAS0/T_V5QQNuADQ/s72-c/CIMG6969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-2289729023820740368</id><published>2009-01-19T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:03:31.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>module</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Construction Technology&lt;br /&gt;this module was taken in the prevoius block but i think Sarah, u have not catch our complete group assignment. therefore, since i've just upload this pic in my lappy, y not i just post it here for u to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;here's a rough idea on how big the board is. get the picture??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXNXVIwjZPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8xS9CWqsnQw/s1600-h/Photo0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292670007730463986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXNXVIwjZPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8xS9CWqsnQw/s320/Photo0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXNW2-TkbqI/AAAAAAAAARk/CMMa9E8ALAM/s1600-h/Photo0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292669489528467106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXNW2-TkbqI/AAAAAAAAARk/CMMa9E8ALAM/s320/Photo0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;most effort applied. blisters.. ring a bell??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXNXDhIt91I/AAAAAAAAARs/NGT0wKlUlPo/s1600-h/Photo0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292669705036625746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SXNXDhIt91I/AAAAAAAAARs/NGT0wKlUlPo/s320/Photo0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-2289729023820740368?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/2289729023820740368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=2289729023820740368' 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-3893636917527525502.post-1492970948004899104</id><published>2009-01-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:24:44.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vehicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying a new car or overhauled the existing one?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the latter since u can hardly find similar one in sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hold on to the patience and watch for the sign. everything in its time*&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/3893636917527525502-1492970948004899104?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-230654749655935674</id><published>2009-01-11T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:00:24.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebration again.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. can i get back to sleep now? i feel sooo light headed. am i drunk?? haha. nahh. i slept at about 5.30am in the morning. thanks eh abg ji. haha. around 9am or so hykel came into my room with a mic and shouted "wake upppp.. we want to eat... pancakee." and he jump on my back. i swear i felt like throwing pillows at him n asking him to get out. well apparently i woke up like a grumpy bear and walked like a zombie. im always cranky when i dont get enough sleep. rite amyra?? lol.&lt;br /&gt;amyways&lt;br /&gt;*yawnnn*&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the 3rd cake mama cut since she turn 46. well she didnt break my record tho. but so far no one in my family has beat baba's record which is cutting 5 cake! haha 5 kali berkat. bagos bagos.  we celebrated at seoul garden, the one located at marina square. i feel bloated aft that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im so gonna puase after this. haha ya rite  &lt;/span&gt;after dinner, which is abt 11 plus, i followed mummy to her mum's decor. at bedok north tk salah. that event was taufik's cousin. no match make again please.&lt;br /&gt;im not sure whether i'll upload the pics. depends on my mood yah. so no promise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pink? black? pink and black?? y of all colours...*&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/3893636917527525502-230654749655935674?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/230654749655935674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=230654749655935674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/230654749655935674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/230654749655935674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebration.html' title='celebration'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7629784471786629278</id><published>2009-01-09T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:51:26.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pictures entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i've been holding back pictures that is dying to be published since 17 dec. theres 3 occassion in this post. starting with mama's birthday, followed by amyra and lastly abang hakeem. have fun browsing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7 january 2009&lt;br /&gt;mama's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;earle swensens (vivo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;who's the main attention? lobster head or my parents??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdgHbycrI/AAAAAAAAARc/TK_gtVelmds/s1600-h/P1070267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdgHbycrI/AAAAAAAAARc/TK_gtVelmds/s320/P1070267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289158356214379186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;now thats better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdXUnv34I/AAAAAAAAARU/TKvC9jHsds8/s1600-h/P1070229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdXUnv34I/AAAAAAAAARU/TKvC9jHsds8/s320/P1070229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289158205135380354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh laugh laugh. when will we be serious about anything and everything. i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdOaM6ZzI/AAAAAAAAARM/EOMWhDvIISk/s1600-h/P1070265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdOaM6ZzI/AAAAAAAAARM/EOMWhDvIISk/s320/P1070265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289158052014614322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;trust me. thats not the only dish she ate. if u're with my family, theres no meaning to 'tk reti mkn' in our dictionary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdAUfAGQI/AAAAAAAAARE/ryxZBLtDL9A/s1600-h/P1070234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdAUfAGQI/AAAAAAAAARE/ryxZBLtDL9A/s320/P1070234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289157809961703682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;among all the dishes, i simply love this the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbc1VKXGrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JjM2cBAzzas/s1600-h/P1070270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbc1VKXGrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JjM2cBAzzas/s320/P1070270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289157621165005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;when the stomach is full and there were leftovers, they started to play with the food. eh no. correction. seems like im the only one playing. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbchybnwXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xU9dG77o1Mc/s1600-h/P1070250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbchybnwXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xU9dG77o1Mc/s320/P1070250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289157285424644466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23 dec 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;amyra's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pasir ris park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;before the event starts. we were late but still theres time to fool ard. i guess thats why we were called girls. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbcMMvmGbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FFcPKKTRr3I/s1600-h/PC230144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbcMMvmGbI/AAAAAAAAAQs/FFcPKKTRr3I/s320/PC230144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289156914530621874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;theres a reason why i said her bday cum mine. cos after she cut a slice, i continue cutting the restand distribute it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbb9juaUII/AAAAAAAAAQk/-miaC5U9a60/s1600-h/SNV35481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbb9juaUII/AAAAAAAAAQk/-miaC5U9a60/s320/SNV35481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289156663001632898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i know i looked damn tired. well i was on full force helping throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbb512POWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s2IPqHQ3c-8/s1600-h/SNV35510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbb512POWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s2IPqHQ3c-8/s320/SNV35510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289156599146821986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;thats ne and tarmizie(oh-so-soft) the one i was talking abt. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbb1kKMrZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8atZKkXx-NE/s1600-h/SNV35459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbb1kKMrZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8atZKkXx-NE/s320/SNV35459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289156525679226258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;my clan during sec school days. its a waste that azimah was not in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbbxqNwiXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LiNx_nMBuok/s1600-h/SNV35438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbbxqNwiXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LiNx_nMBuok/s320/SNV35438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289156458585295218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17 dec 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;abang hakeem's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mother's stall/kitchen area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;my loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbbZYdcsGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1qW1gUDpXRs/s1600-h/PC170112+copy%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbbZYdcsGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1qW1gUDpXRs/s320/PC170112+copy%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289156041502404706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the cake from his girl, kak nurai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbbODBoLII/AAAAAAAAAP8/1PuNrc6luko/s1600-h/PC170106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbbODBoLII/AAAAAAAAAP8/1PuNrc6luko/s320/PC170106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155846770011266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;thats from me n abg adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbapg7Is2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/v9nUZtqkjTQ/s1600-h/PC170094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbapg7Is2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/v9nUZtqkjTQ/s320/PC170094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155219140686690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;we gave it to him exactly at 12 midnight. awww-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWba11uWuDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Uc9ze23GGQ8/s1600-h/PC170095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWba11uWuDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Uc9ze23GGQ8/s320/PC170095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155430882654258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alrito. im done here. phew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;more entry in the future from me inshallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;peace ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7629784471786629278?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7629784471786629278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7629784471786629278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7629784471786629278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7629784471786629278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-entry.html' title='pictures entry'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SWbdgHbycrI/AAAAAAAAARc/TK_gtVelmds/s72-c/P1070267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-1402738951042431729</id><published>2009-01-06T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:24:22.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya Allah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my mind is in a mess right now. messier than my store room, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*why does happy moments for an argument be at the end and not the starting or the middle??*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-1402738951042431729?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/1402738951042431729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=1402738951042431729' title='0 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style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tracing back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31 dec 2008/1st jan 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on NYE. my family went to visit tok u at his house. he had cancer on his throat due to smoking since 10 years old! and now he's 67. can u imagine that?? so kids out there, DON'T SMOKE! stayed there til abt 11.45pm while watching channel 5 countdown. it was merepek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tak tgk pon tkpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;initially the plan was to celebrate new year at downtown east. however, seems like mama and mummy couldnt stop talking and drag the time. so we had our 'celebration' in the car. in ayah's car, there were mama, ayah, amyra and me. while in daddy's car, there were mummy, daddy, hykel and my 2 brothers. i was told that mummy was really really hyper when the clock strikes 12 while we were more of like toned down n not care?? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;some of u might ask. what is my new year resolution? my ans is exercise more and lose some kilos. but but. here's the thing. on the first day of new year, i broke the resolution. i ate. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd jan 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the night before, i was told by amyra that there was an audition going on at taman warisan, searching for actors and actresses. she's going with her father and uncles, asking me to tagged along.. i was half hearted to go or not cos i wasnt sure whether is this the path i wanna take and i wasnt mentally prepared at all. so i told her to call me the next morning to confirm with me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;morning came and she called me. i asked who's going and theres like 5 in total which apparently, fits nicely in a car. so i said im not going. after putting down the phone, i wasnt at ease. i msged amyra asking her whether she wants me to accompany her along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so there i was at taman warisan the next min. after register and stuffs, we went in the room in groups of abt 6 ppl. i didnt know that the auditionee was malaysia's director, shuhaimi baba. one of the film she direct was 'pontianak harum sundal malam'. i didnt know it until everyone completed. actually the audition was for a drama. collaboration of msia n spore. gosh! i thought it was just for spore production. a mini tiny thing but hey, its like msia's involve. like for now, things i have to juggle are like school, agama, mama's shops, family, friends, whats more. acting?? whatever it is, i'll just leave it to god. he decides best for me. and and if sleeq can do it, i dont see a reason why i cant. to sum up, its worth an experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;after that, we went to stall to help mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at abt 8.30pm, went to vivo to watch 'the duchess'. movie review time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just to let some of u readers know, the film is based on Amanda Foreman's best selling biography of 18th century duchess of Devonshire Georgiana Cavendish, who is trapped in a loveless marriage. personally i think the movie has a beautiful landscape and over-the-top period costumes. however, it can be tad draggy in some scenes but the actor's performances more than compensate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so whats the next movie in line?? hmm.. perhaps seven pound? or  brides war??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok lets go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4950496821978517405?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4950496821978517405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4950496821978517405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4950496821978517405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4950496821978517405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2009/01/tracing-back-time.html' title='tracing back time'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-7866600002719989644</id><published>2008-12-29T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:52:28.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration of awal muharram.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebration of awal muharram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just to let some of u readers who doesnt know what it means. basically, Muharram is the first month of the Islamic calender. which simply means, New Year. it is one of the four months of the year in which fighting is prohibited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anyways. mine was celebrated at my baba n habib's house. we had some recitation and amins going around. here's some pics taken after the recitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVes-yl0oyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JRTpTDE_Z4E/s1600-h/PC280178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVes-yl0oyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JRTpTDE_Z4E/s320/PC280178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882882474844962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i forced and kept on asking habib to find smtg frm that kitab n storytelling us. sort of a bedtime story. hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesXTHsZDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/78IjYj6H3oY/s1600-h/PC280165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesXTHsZDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/78IjYj6H3oY/s320/PC280165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882204012078130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i asked him to pose for the camera but he smiled later after i snapped. so i said 'again again!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVeslOEuS5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/d83k4hZPrVA/s1600-h/PC280175.JPG"&gt;   &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVeslOEuS5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/d83k4hZPrVA/s320/PC280175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882443175611282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesui-nP1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0HEKnEtMhlA/s1600-h/PC280176.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just to let u all know, he loves taking picture. if u'd notice, most of the pictures i took with him, he'll smile willingly. cute la habib.. i like to touch his stomach. comfy! *sanggup habib layan aku* haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesui-nP1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0HEKnEtMhlA/s1600-h/PC280176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesui-nP1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/0HEKnEtMhlA/s320/PC280176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284882603405950802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;satu-satu muke penat. haha. i wonder what r u doing with that face expression ya amyra?? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesHzkUXqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y9K3jEHNwQo/s1600-h/PC280164+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVesHzkUXqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Y9K3jEHNwQo/s320/PC280164+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284881937844166306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alright then. thats all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to all muslims, selamat menyambut awal tahun. hopefully semua dugaan akan ditempuh dengan redha dan ikhlas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*im supposed to teman my bro watch soccer at the living room. but seems like im the only one awake while he's dozing off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-7866600002719989644?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/7866600002719989644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=7866600002719989644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7866600002719989644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/7866600002719989644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebration-of-awal-muharram.html' title='celebration of awal muharram.'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVes-yl0oyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/JRTpTDE_Z4E/s72-c/PC280178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-243425182367366822</id><published>2008-12-28T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:52:48.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i do at central</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what i normally do at The Central @ Clarke quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;like a typical store, not all the time there's customers to 'entertain' so once in a while, when there's customers, i'll approach with my warmest smile n doing my own thing. however, when their children are simply too irresistible, i just cant help it but to entertain them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at this love below, isnt he adorable?? he was with his mother, while she was busy trying the outfit, we, me and my brother, took pic with him. surprisingly, he was smilling and not crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVZb_N6oglI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vYFTEUhn_ko/s1600-h/Photo0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVZb_N6oglI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vYFTEUhn_ko/s320/Photo0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284512354391327314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and when there's no customers to approach, PSP would be my customer. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not to worry mama.. we still do out thing. hur hur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVZcIIcQ8PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8N7ig45x6is/s1600-h/Photo0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVZcIIcQ8PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8N7ig45x6is/s320/Photo0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284512507540599026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-243425182367366822?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/243425182367366822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=243425182367366822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/243425182367366822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/243425182367366822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-do-at-central.html' title='what i do at central'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jO_2BAi3rw/SVZb_N6oglI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vYFTEUhn_ko/s72-c/Photo0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-3725707925407741337</id><published>2008-12-28T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:53:09.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>news</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just a little update to share with u guys. remember the girl i blogged abt in my previous post?? the one who hated me for no reason. yes that one. well.. guess what?? she's down with chicken pox! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;kerabat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. should i say "serve her right"?? lol. nahh.. im not that mean so i'll take back my words. get well soon. *too bad if that doesnt sound ikhlas.* :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3725707925407741337?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3725707925407741337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3725707925407741337' title='0 Comments'/><link 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dear amyra, its 2 minutes to 12nn. u might wanna wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-3683622391352789520?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/3683622391352789520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=3683622391352789520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3683622391352789520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/3683622391352789520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2008/12/wake-up.html' title='wake up'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-8922233533573963111</id><published>2008-12-21T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:27:15.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Apabila kita kejar dunia,dunia akan lari; tetapi apabila kita kejar akhirat, dunia akan mengejar kita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-8922233533573963111?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/8922233533573963111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=8922233533573963111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8922233533573963111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/8922233533573963111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2008/12/quote.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-158633985881672277</id><published>2008-12-18T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:27:56.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today was my day out with amyra.frankly speaking, everyday is our day out together. haha. but this time was strictly shopping according to priority. obviously the main item was to find a crop jacket for her to wear on her bday. which turn out to be her birthday present from me. alongside with bangle and a necklace. $6.10, halalkan eh. haha *inside joke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we spent the whole day at vivo city and habour front. ofcos i got some stuffs for myself as well. how could i possibly not. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh oh. ya rabbi. i almost forgot. dalam byk2 manusia, we terserempak **r**. the girl who hated me in the earlier post. masyallah. i punye lah tak tau mcm mane nk react. so i just nodded my head just to give a sign of acknowledgement and smiled. i swear that wasnt ikhlas. cos u know this kind of people, kalau tk tegor nant ckp sombong pulak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*thanks for the breeks cafe treat dearie. whats next lining up?? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-158633985881672277?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/158633985881672277/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-5122013157635557444</id><published>2008-12-18T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:28:47.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>review?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;review??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha. amyra. ure such a cutie can. i'll tell u people why. this has got to do with my previous post. (Life. Faith.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no hatred does not start that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ignorance and degrading one's self does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and some people think you are and irritating smart little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because that 'some people'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ZizyZieza says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ZizyZieza says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;are envious of you being strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so as to not let things like this not bother you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even though it really does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that 'some people' have went through it a lot of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the fact that she is plastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is what hurts us most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if i were to be 'plastic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and show you the other side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;which maybe much more powerful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'd lose a special friend like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i know you are not complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you have the right not to bottle up your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just put a full stop there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and forget about this girl called **r**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i know it sux when some one who doesnt know you and have got nothing to do with you suddenly hates you or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"too bad uh" if you are angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;remember that things happen for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you look/sound obvious when something is not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because you sound like a robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amyra says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry im slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kurang asam kau panggil aku robot. ketok your kepale baru tau. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh and seems like u replied to every sentence i made. good good. keep it up. extra marks for that! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*its good to have someone, at least one person who cares about you. thank you to those yg terase. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-5122013157635557444?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/5122013157635557444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=5122013157635557444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5122013157635557444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/5122013157635557444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2008/12/review-haha.html' title='review?'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3893636917527525502.post-4917918220083480183</id><published>2008-12-18T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:29:02.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life. faith.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life. Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haiz.. its a pity that people judge u without even knowing who u really are. getting to know that people hated you for no reason is really frustrating. especially that someone is those whom u'll come across just by saying 'hi' and 'bye'. does hatred start that way? well.. i dont think so. at least, not for me. when i first got to know that theres such ppl exist, i just smiled. didnt make much comments. cos i was laughing?? yea i guess so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;some people may think im irritating smart little(?) girl to just smile abt it. but hey. i have my reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;point 1: we dont know each other, whats there to dislike abt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;point 2: i dont meet her that ofter other than along design's school parapet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;point3: who is she to judge me? as long as my friends knows me well, thats all i need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;point 4: i dont need her to survive. so its not my loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eventho this rationales are my 'guide line', however, the fact that she act so innocently friendly infront of me made the whole situation kept lingering in my head. sooooo errr plastic??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh and the questions as to why she hated me also didnt stop ringing in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i have a few. but oh well.. maybe thats just my thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enough said abt her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*do i look/sound obvious when there's something not right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3893636917527525502-4917918220083480183?l=infatuationphase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/feeds/4917918220083480183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3893636917527525502&amp;postID=4917918220083480183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4917918220083480183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3893636917527525502/posts/default/4917918220083480183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infatuationphase.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-faith.html' title='life. faith.'/><author><name>enchanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08213979079852063671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
