<?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-4403499107186631010</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:44:08.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lilac Popsicle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403499107186631010.post-3289555776860661477</id><published>2010-08-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:48:28.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i shall move to tumblr for now. i kind of like the simplicity over at tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;So ya. My updates will be at wwww.weakbanana.tumblr.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3289555776860661477?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3289555776860661477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-shall-move-to-tumblr-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3289555776860661477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3289555776860661477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-i-shall-move-to-tumblr-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6802797360624119243</id><published>2010-07-20T06:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:04:08.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depart yourself to,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.weakbanana.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No worries, im not moving. Just toying around for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6802797360624119243?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6802797360624119243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/depart-yourself-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6802797360624119243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6802797360624119243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/depart-yourself-to.html' title='Depart yourself to,'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3737709663524990847</id><published>2010-07-11T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:33:15.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain Champion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORLD CUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was still rooting and voting for Holland to win despite knowing the predicted winner from that indian lady at Tekkah-Serangoon who did the telek that Spain gonna win and that friggin' squid that choses Spain. Yup. But i fail and so did Holland. My final soccer venue was definitely captivating with so much men in red armed with thier vuvuzela, their flags. I must say the atmosphere was awesome, it felt as though i was at Johannesburg watching it live. 3 big screens, spacious, windy and a popcorn and a tiger beer stand was a perfect ambience perfect sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/wc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/wc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/wc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/wc4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wc5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/wc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boo. Holland lost. I wonder how those men managed to run for so many hours in such big fields. Sitting and watching them play, made my butt feel damn flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3737709663524990847?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3737709663524990847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3737709663524990847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3737709663524990847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup.html' title='Spain Champion!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6452712594359409633</id><published>2010-07-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T03:09:15.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldcup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im rooting for Holland to win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6452712594359409633?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6452712594359409633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/worldcup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6452712594359409633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6452712594359409633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/worldcup.html' title='Worldcup.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-182581123769709402</id><published>2010-07-08T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T03:45:03.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sistah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are much better for me now. And i'm glad for the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sistah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/sistah.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish i was as strong as that girl in stripes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-182581123769709402?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/182581123769709402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/sistah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/182581123769709402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/182581123769709402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/07/sistah.html' title='Sistah.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-893838991898428645</id><published>2010-06-27T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:10:21.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AZN7wsuV4qdyrbmvmCYZXNuno1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/AZN7wsuV4qdyrbmvmCYZXNuno1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, i never thought i'll be in this state. The relationship felt real. I thought i had my last but i guess im wrong. Im single all over again. This shit is fucking tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qamarul Arifin im so fucking dissapointed with you. So fucking dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. i forgive you. But i dont wana be with you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-893838991898428645?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/893838991898428645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/893838991898428645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/893838991898428645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/done.html' title='Done.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3504000799891300895</id><published>2010-06-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:58:22.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My final straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dissapointed.&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/4403499107186631010-3504000799891300895?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3504000799891300895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3504000799891300895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3504000799891300895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-bullshit.html' title='This is Bullshit'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1417071032517819734</id><published>2010-06-18T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:06:16.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My honest view.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been yearning to sit down and do this. I'm not good in expressing my thoughts and emotions into words but i'll try. Anyway, its been approximately two months. And honestly, im struggling with this relationship. Everyday, i battle to get through it. Every single fucking day. Im exhausted of trying to work things out between us, but at every end of the day afterall those efforts, we still fight. What differs now, you are just not like how i used to know you.i dont understand what changed you. And that sudden change of urs is definitely traumatizing for me. You no longer yearn to solve any problems that come by. We use, to belive in the "US principle". Everything we do, we do it together and we believe that nothing can bring us down and we'll solve every single mother fucking problems together. Its no longer like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as strong as I would like myself to think. Its draining me soo bad. Sometimes, I wonder, why isn't our relationship as blissful as others. Above all this, i just want my boyfriend to understand that i really really need this relationship to be back like what it should have been. Because at this point of time, i really really feel like quitting. The only reason me holding on, cause i believe everything will fall back to place one fine day. But i do hope that day comes really soon. Cause, for whatever shit that im going through now is painful. Its a struggle. This aching feeling, is just horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1417071032517819734?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1417071032517819734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-honest-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1417071032517819734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1417071032517819734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-honest-view.html' title='My honest view.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7471304220044119038</id><published>2010-06-17T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T05:52:15.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im so close to giving up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this point of time, there's nothing more that i wish for but to get back to my long lost cheerful, romantic relationship. Everything now, just SUCK BIG TIME. Its draining me emotionally. I just need the extra strength to move on every single fucking day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-7471304220044119038?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7471304220044119038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-close-to-giving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7471304220044119038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7471304220044119038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-so-close-to-giving-up.html' title='im so close to giving up.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3415301653028489710</id><published>2010-06-10T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:35:13.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_l3f1cxKtG11qavwapo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3415301653028489710?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3415301653028489710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3415301653028489710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3415301653028489710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-up.html' title='Give-up'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6728136119949017307</id><published>2010-06-06T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:52:23.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this current point of time, im standing on a line between giving up and how much more can i take. My heart is aching really bad that i wish i could donate it to someone who needs it better then me. Then maybe i'll be known for doing a good deed, for being an organ donar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6728136119949017307?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6728136119949017307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-could-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6728136119949017307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6728136119949017307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-could-understand.html' title='If you could understand.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2343839643632545015</id><published>2010-06-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:54:59.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another leap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Muniera Begum. I wish u success through endevours! You're a smart mantee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got faith in you Honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2343839643632545015?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2343839643632545015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-leap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2343839643632545015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2343839643632545015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-leap.html' title='Another leap.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5651698345107187547</id><published>2010-06-05T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T07:53:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dbl O. An old addiction, back to life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shecity-679-7_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/shecity-679-7_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l3c596h4dL1qaq1jjo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_l3c596h4dL1qaq1jjo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant stop and will not stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5651698345107187547?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5651698345107187547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-addiction-back-to-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5651698345107187547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5651698345107187547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-addiction-back-to-life.html' title='Dbl O. An old addiction, back to life.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2666472480719720445</id><published>2010-06-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:03:51.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its magical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kx2phzYncf1qzu1fjo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kx2phzYncf1qzu1fjo1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics may not teach us how to inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide,&lt;br /&gt;or to love a friend and forgive an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;But it gives us every reason to hope that every problem has a solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2666472480719720445?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2666472480719720445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-magical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2666472480719720445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2666472480719720445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-magical.html' title='its magical.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8441400538599955449</id><published>2010-05-31T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:22:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0114_em34_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you happen to recall, in my previous entry i was saying that i have been attending heaps of wedding invitations. I think that every corner of the world, my side, everyone left, right and centre, is either getting engaged or married. As for me, im still figuring this shit out. Maybe, im better off with this boy-girl-relationship as for now. I just read Aida's blog, and im friggin excited to know that she's choosing her wedding planner. Vera Wang's dress on her blog definitely caught me in awe. Its sooo fucking pretty. Damn, im damn right jealous as for now. haha. Anyway, if you're asking bout me and Qamarul, things are going just fine between us. That mamat, is still schooling, so i guess, i wont be anywhere near the marriage life yet. Its fine because im nt literally in a rush, maybe because im afraid i might fall out of it, i doubt myself sometimes. I wish his mum was more of my ex-mum. Sighs. But im contented with where i am as for now. Maybe you win some you'll loose some. Nothing's perfect like you want them to be. If things always go the way i want it to be, i would probably have written a 200-paged story book and called them "My Perfect Life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So i guess, i'll just wait till the sky fall on me. &lt;em&gt;Haha. &lt;/em&gt;I guess i got nothing to be emotional about probably because im more about my work at this point of time and i'll save a good sum of money so i'll have an awesome-ly enchanting wedding at the end of the day. I hope to fufill that goal in life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-8441400538599955449?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8441400538599955449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8441400538599955449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8441400538599955449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-858509718691831969</id><published>2010-05-31T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:39:54.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l2v5ujckAl1qav4bto1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_l2v5ujckAl1qav4bto1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lost my drive to blog. Can lack of blogging make you less articulate? Seriously. Everything i typed, is followed by a backspace. Anyway, everyone has been bugging me to blog. So here i am, trying hard to write something in this space when i dont really know what else fits in here. Anyway, i have been attending lots and lots of wedding for the month of May and i would like to take this oppurtunity to congratulate Helmee because i couldnt convey this message to him on his wedding day. I guess love is in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, bf finally return from his one week of reservist which almost killed me. Things seemed alot better between us and i thank God for that. If not, u'll find us at each other's throat most of the times. Sometimes, when we fight, i just wish i could swallow him up and let my body system digest him. Anyway, May ended on a good note and that pratically means June started off on the right root. I hope it goes well throught the month. And gosh! Time sure flies. Its already middle of the year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-858509718691831969?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/858509718691831969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/updating-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/858509718691831969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/858509718691831969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/updating-mood.html' title='Updating mood.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5170958442717445591</id><published>2010-05-16T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T07:02:05.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_ky049qGdfe1qzx4jno1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_ky049qGdfe1qzx4jno1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I have been soo effin lazy to blog. Hell no idea what to type in this space. Ive actually collaged my Bintan pictures but uploading them on photobucket is another tedious process that made me give up. Maybe sometime later, i'll squeeze all my creative juices then maybe i should settle down for a good old visualized entry. As for now, i shall just type a redundant entry or whatever that comes to mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im so fucking lazy. Damn i hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side note:/&lt;/strong&gt; i think im very fat. FAT FAT FAT. Not i literally step on those machines to weigh myself. But from the look from my stomach which looks as big as the globe, i kind of predict that im gaining some pounds. Anyway as for now i dont even dare to step on those scales. I ate mnagoes today and nothin else. Maybe i should continue like this, till the magoes in the fridge runs out and i'll find something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loose the tummy sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5170958442717445591?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5170958442717445591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5170958442717445591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5170958442717445591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5368650829125322796</id><published>2010-05-11T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:52:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh man, i miss this man.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5368650829125322796?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5368650829125322796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5368650829125322796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5368650829125322796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/lover.html' title='Lover'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3787300138266470013</id><published>2010-05-06T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T05:27:36.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lll.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/lll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I decided to straighten my hair. I know, im vereh miang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ya, ahem ahem ahem.. incase you havent realise, the new ring on my right finger is a gift from the beloved hubby. &lt;em&gt;hahhaha.&lt;/em&gt; and i swear it wasnt intentional in the picture. &lt;em&gt;hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3787300138266470013?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3787300138266470013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/peace-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3787300138266470013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3787300138266470013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/peace-out.html' title='Peace Out!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1206478101679896904</id><published>2010-05-04T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:55:36.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.</title><content type='html'>Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alfred made me some green-tea cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a paper-cut. - A tree's last revenge on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went for break with Ros.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ros told me that she's all excited for her wedding day this coming Decemeber.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decide to plan a holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one seems interested except me. FML &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headed home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set alarm for tommorow before sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good night earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1206478101679896904?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1206478101679896904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1206478101679896904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1206478101679896904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/05/boring.html' title='Boring.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8949371678014442823</id><published>2010-04-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:44:52.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ed1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/ed1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ed2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/ed2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zirca was pathetic. I swear nothing beats my Ministry Of Sound and my Dbl O and Obar. Now that they are all closed, i'm left with some annoying club with annoying people. Like Mats twirling round and round like some-kind of ballerina and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, there's this semi-drunk minah who every-now-and-then, will lift her floral skirt and give it a little sway and wave moves, like those you get when you're dancing salsa and cha-cha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes i prayed sooo hard at the dance floor so that the DJ will spin some reggae-ton for me. But apparently, it wasn't very successful. Nevermind. Maybe i will pay a vist to DXO and see what its like there now, considering the fact their ladies night is on a Saturday. I really miss my good-ol-clubbing. ALOT. Sighs.&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/4403499107186631010-8949371678014442823?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8949371678014442823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/disastrous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8949371678014442823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8949371678014442823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/disastrous.html' title='Disastrous!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7594020543189270044</id><published>2010-04-19T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:46:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, here's the looser again trying wayy too hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;How sad life is huh? Hey sweetheart, trying to talk things out and bitch about me and qamarul to my boyfriend's sister? Kesian. Cari tempat mangadu ekh? &lt;em&gt;wahahah. &lt;/em&gt;You know what honey, stop trying lah. You're like really pathetic! Qam didnt appreciate you're friendship? "Qam didnt appreciate the long friendship?!" So what if it was 10 years or 20 years long?!? In life, i wouldnt need people like you around. Let me tell you what freindship is all about.Friendship is about knowing your limits as friends, knowing to respect each other, if you're bestfriend has a girlfriend,be happy for him, learn to accept changes and dnt be such a bitch. Honestly, you're downright fucking hypocrite. You still can tell me" you know what qam ex-gf is such a minah." and infront of her, you're just plain plastic! You're soo fake! Common ar, be a lady, you're just full of yourself. ANYWAY... Hahaha, i seriously dont believe you have such free time to meet qam's sister to share you're sorrows. Besok jumpe la mak die pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Cik Qamarul tak nak friend i lagik.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;. Youre a looser! seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;Someone needs to fart at your face, maybe you will realise how pathetic you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-7594020543189270044?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7594020543189270044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-heres-looser-again-trying-wayy-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7594020543189270044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7594020543189270044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-heres-looser-again-trying-wayy-too.html' title='oh, here&apos;s the looser again trying wayy too hard.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1932878430326361983</id><published>2010-04-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:34:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland Village- Everyone's Kampong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blog Mode: &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it finally rained!! I must say that, for the past few weeks, the nights hasn't been rather freindly to mankind. It has been annoying-ly humid and i tell you, despite bathing before i go to sleep (&lt;em&gt;which i rarely pratice&lt;/em&gt;) i still sweat as though i just ran some-kind of 2.4km. Annoying kan. Anyway, im glad i found my drive to blog. Which i clearly believe it's largely due to good weather, hence the good mood. (: I dnt deny the fact that im having PMS lately. Even myself cant stand my own temper. Horrible, horrible.So, back to what i was supposed to be blogging about (&lt;em&gt;and not ranting about the weather&lt;/em&gt;..), i actually, wana publicly declare that im ubbber-sexcited/excited bout my short gateaway this coming Saturday! Can u feel me! hahahaha. &lt;em&gt;Kental ekh.&lt;/em&gt; hahaaha. It's nearing! and thank you Yazid for fetching the itineary for me! (&lt;em&gt;Buat susah jek, tpi amal kan je la ekh sifat tolong-menolong ni.&lt;/em&gt;) hahaha. Hello blue sea and fresh air! We're comingggg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ccb2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/ccb2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. On another note, last weekend, Yazid decided to be extra kind and decided to drove us all to Holland Village. It had been donkey years since i last step to that place. I rememebered i was back there during my polytechinc days mugging on my tutorials and working on my individual projects.I just simply love the ambience. True enough, i love the 2-storey restarants and shops situated on the steep downhill-and-uphills of HV streets.It is a true replica of Bali or vice-versa. So anyway the family decided to settle for coffee bean for dinner. Yang penting, we spent $80++ EKH. Terkejot skejap. But, not to worry, neither of us were injured or harmed. We managed to pay. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ccb1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/ccb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, we even sneaked in doughnuts. Hahaha. Slamat tak kene halau. Slagi-slagan pape lau bleh bawak masok kite da bawak pon. Haha. We actually went to bedok corner, with intentions to get some Cheng-Teng for dad since he had been craving for it. But unfortunate for dad, the shop da tutup, lau tak, i think berpacket packet cheng-teng kite da bawak gi coffee bean. Buat malu jek. Slamat-lah tutup tu kedai. After coffee bean we all headed home with an extremely bloated stomach. For the past few weeks Yazid has been planning activites after activites for the entire family. (&lt;em&gt;Family now includes: Me Sister Dad Mum and Qam and Yazid&lt;/em&gt;) Lagi dua tu baru di-lahirkan aku rase. HAHAH. So Yazid, what's the next plan in mind?? Bowling? Kite-flying? Hahaha. Kesian maybe deprived. Dulu-dulu tak dapat jadi event organizer. Takpela Yazid, you're always welcome to plan events for our faimly ekh. Most welcome. hahhaa. It has been a great month and great week. And and and... this coming weekend is our holiday. I hope its gonna be awesome i totally can feel it in my funny bone already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that im gonna have a good sleep for, in 3 hours time i shall be kicking to work. I hope i won't be rostered for some terribly over-booked flight tommorrow. Till then good night mankind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1932878430326361983?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1932878430326361983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-mode-on-thank-god-it-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1932878430326361983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1932878430326361983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-mode-on-thank-god-it-finally.html' title='Holland Village- Everyone&apos;s Kampong'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6505747307881012041</id><published>2010-04-11T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T06:37:50.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days- 1 YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sr1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q192/aqilahkiki/sr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day actually did arrive. Who would have thought it has been 365 days with this beloved hubby of mine. Being with him has been the happiest and greatest moment in my life. It is of without a doubt that every single day he makes me a happy girl. I'm amused at his capability to make me feel very special and beautiful always. Baby, being with you is the best thing that happened in my 22 years of living and i thank god for letting us meet. Trust me when i say you're my everything.  Cause you're literally are. Im sooo glad we have been together for one year and i hope theres many many more years to come for us. I must say that im very proud to have a boyfriend like you and you're the best boyfriend everrr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you- and it's only you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6505747307881012041?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6505747307881012041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/365-days-1-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6505747307881012041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6505747307881012041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/365-days-1-year.html' title='365 Days- 1 YEAR!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4945835768412061875</id><published>2010-04-03T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:07:10.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kyhgamUR751qzf6swo1_500_larg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My short getaway form Singapore is confirmed!! 2 more weeks and we're all good to go. Armed with the Boyfriend, the Sister and Yazid, i swear its gonna be hell amazing! I can feel it in my funny bone already. Yipee. This would be my sister's first trip on her virgin's passport. And Yazid, was kind enough to volunteer to fetch me the itineary over at Robinsons Road. Okay, shall update more bout our trip! On another random note. From this week onwards my weekends are packed with plans. Tommorow, is Razali's wedding and the following week is my bestfriend's engagement! Babe, if youre reading this, Im so happy for you and this time round you can count on me i will definitely rob some time out from my hectic schedule to attend ur e-day! That's my promise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will see you next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4945835768412061875?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4945835768412061875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/hols.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4945835768412061875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4945835768412061875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/04/hols.html' title='Hols!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2464941959601090252</id><published>2010-04-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:05:01.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bf agress to this.</title><content type='html'>* Fine - This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Never use “fine” to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Five Minutes - This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game&lt;br /&gt;is going to last before you take out the rubbish, so it’s an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nothing - This means “something”, and you should be on your toes.&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing” is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. “Nothing” usually signifies an argument that will last “Five Minutes” and end with “Fine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go Ahead - At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go Ahead (With Raised Eyebrows) - This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing” and will end with the word “Fine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go Ahead (Neutral Expression) - This means “I give up” or “do what you want because I don’t care” You will get a “Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead” in just a few minutes, followed by “Nothing” and “Fine” and she will talk to you in about “Five Minutes” when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Loud Sigh - This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A “Loud Sigh” means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over “Nothing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Soft Sigh - Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. “Soft Sighs” mean that she is content.&lt;br /&gt;Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That’s Okay - This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. “That’s Okay” means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. “That’s Okay” is often used with the word “Fine” and in conjunction with a “Raised Eyebrow”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Please Do - This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done.&lt;br /&gt;You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn’t get a “That’s Okay”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks - A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you’re welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks A Lot - This is much different from “Thanks.” A woman will say, “Thanks A Lot” when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the “Loud Sigh.” Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the “Loud Sigh,” as she will only tell you “Nothing”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2464941959601090252?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2464941959601090252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bf-agress-to-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2464941959601090252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2464941959601090252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-bf-agress-to-this.html' title='My bf agress to this.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2800905650973778880</id><published>2010-03-26T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:35:33.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3308536465_c56501b617_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/3308536465_c56501b617_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me give you a brief overview on my weekdays. Yesterday would be the most craziest purchase of the month! Bought &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; Blacberry bold phones at one shot! I swear i love love love love the fone. its amazing-ly handsome! Decided to rent Nissan Sunny over at Katong. Just testing out my driving skills. Sent mum to work, Fetch boyfriend from school, sent dad to hospital for checkup, fetching sis from work and went out to Tanjong Pagar with a total of 6 people in a car! Pretty productive i must say. Called the travel agency to confirm my short gateaway this early april. I forsee Hong Kong in June. :) So cant wait. I swear i'll try my very best to save up for Manchester at the end of the year and London as for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been good. But im broke now.I've got some serious-savings to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2800905650973778880?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2800905650973778880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/bb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2800905650973778880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2800905650973778880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/bb.html' title='BB'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7434906708395803250</id><published>2010-03-18T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:21:43.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog mode -OFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kz8fumH4sb1qb5xbuo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kz8fumH4sb1qb5xbuo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like blogging today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe, i'll come back in the evening to fill this space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh! Im going hoilday with the boyfriend again!&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/4403499107186631010-7434906708395803250?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7434906708395803250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-mode-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7434906708395803250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7434906708395803250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-mode-off.html' title='blog mode -OFF'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4153959410645321722</id><published>2010-03-16T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:31:44.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cop Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=musketeers1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/musketeers1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=musketeers2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/musketeers2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We four, plus mum watched Cop Out at ehub. Funny Show. Love you people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4153959410645321722?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4153959410645321722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/cop-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4153959410645321722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4153959410645321722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/cop-out.html' title='Cop Out.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6498841284172319217</id><published>2010-03-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:58:23.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gear it up Honey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kz28mly8pl1qzyrwvo1_500_larg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kz28mly8pl1qzyrwvo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TP: Saya tengok awak grip to steering wheel, macam nak tercabot.&lt;br /&gt;ME: ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like so fucking happy cause i finally pass my driving! Ohmygod Ohmygod! I swear i couldnt believe my eyes when i saw &lt;strong&gt;PASSED&lt;/strong&gt; written on that TP paper. Yesterday was my 2nd trial and it shall be one of my memorable dates everr. It had been a very very longggggg journey for me. I was from Comfort Driving Centre when half way through the practical, i decided to swap to private instructors, for i had difficulty in finding slots for my practical. By then i had already wasted alot of cash. I could only afford to go for my practical if only my work shifts strts somewhere late in the afternoon or it falls during my unpredictable off-days. hmpf. Anyway in total, my expenditures for both private and school was more than 2k. That's a mother load of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know If i made it yesterday was due to sheer luck, or was i lietrally good. hahah. But i must say that im indeed very very proud of myself. I have been very good at parking with poles. For 2years, my judgment calls to initate the turns has been solely dependent on the poles. Instructors have placed alot of stickers in the car, so that you kind-of-know whens ur cue to turn the steering. BUT BUT BUT. one fine day on the 01-03-2010, the Traffic Police Department has officially decide to drop the friggin poles! I was extremely sad because, all this years and months, i had been taught to park with the guided sticks. and considering the fact that my TP is 15th of March 2010, i had only 15 days to learn. Well,its not x-actly 15days though. Cause you dont have practical slots everyday.(&lt;em&gt;orang kaye pon bleh bankrupt&lt;/em&gt;). My slots was approximately 2 times a week. So in all, i had only 4 times of parking trial without pole and i couldnt even believe myself when i actually scored for both parellel and vertical parking. My only concern was strking the curb. but phew i've made it thorugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a great journey afterall. I would like to sincerely, thank my instructor Mr Peter for being very very patience with me. Who never fail to address me as Sayang, eventhough i almost got hit by a lorry at times. haha. Youre a wonderful instructor. Without him, i wouldnt be on the roads today and i would like to thank, my mum, my sis, dad and Qamarul for the support. And i would also wana thank Yazid for letting me go around in his van.&lt;em&gt; hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i shall end with a happy note that is; I FREAKING PASS THAT GODDAMN TP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6498841284172319217?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6498841284172319217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/gear-it-up-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6498841284172319217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6498841284172319217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/gear-it-up-honey.html' title='Gear it up Honey!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8385083682116836877</id><published>2010-03-14T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:08:58.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kw5jypvnT51qashl1o1_500ty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-8385083682116836877?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8385083682116836877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8385083682116836877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8385083682116836877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title='i hate this feeling'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6523899452708039938</id><published>2010-03-12T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:48:21.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sadd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/sadd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got soo much things in my head right now. I havnt got much time to blog, for i have been running up and down CGH every now and then cause dad isnt in good health ): Dad suffered from heart attack to blood clot in the heart and on top of that, the scan yesterday showed something else which i dont really know what isit even. I wish i had studied nursing in poly so i know what's best for my dad. I hope abah is gonna be well soon. I pity mum who goes there every single day, even her health condition is deteriorating ): I just hope the best for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In addition, i would like to thank my boyfriend, Qamarul for sacrificing most of his time with me at the hospital and at home. He has been with me since day one and so did Yazid(&lt;em&gt;my sister bf&lt;/em&gt;). Both of you have been so wonderful.There's no way to thank you guys. You both have been really amazing. Thank you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope one day i'll wake up and everything is 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/4403499107186631010-6523899452708039938?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6523899452708039938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-well-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6523899452708039938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6523899452708039938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/get-well-soon.html' title='Get well soon.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2864330101251524359</id><published>2010-03-11T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:00:46.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when no one wants to sacrifice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kydiiltKCK1qzjggvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kydiiltKCK1qzjggvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't try to explain your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know what's happening here&lt;br /&gt;One minute, it's love&lt;br /&gt;And, suddenly, it's like a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word turns into a war&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the smallest things that tear us down&lt;br /&gt;My world's nothing when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here without a shield - can't go back, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hands tied behind my back for nothing, oh, no&lt;br /&gt;These times when we climb so fast to fall, again&lt;br /&gt;Why we gotta fall for it, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know we're fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does love always feel like a battlefield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2864330101251524359?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2864330101251524359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-no-one-wants-to-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2864330101251524359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2864330101251524359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-no-one-wants-to-sacrifice.html' title='when no one wants to sacrifice.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1386046377649878782</id><published>2010-03-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:15:16.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kesian. Mak Bapak tk ajar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=laugh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, work in 2 hours. Not in good health though. Anyway, formspring gets really interesting at times. Trying to hide and be anonymous and decided to be such a bitch at the same time. kesian ekh. Even my boyfriend knows who you are. Excuse me sweetheart, you are not dealing with some kind of idiot here. We so know who you are. I could post your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;picture here, just so the world would know what kind of slut you are. Anyway dont be afraid i won't do such things cause i have better morals than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you can go on and be anonymous irritants over at formspring. Get a life sweetie, the whole world knows its you. Honestly you're just making a fool out of yourself. Kesian. Your attempt to outsmart is rather amazing, but truly you are more pathetic than anything i've known. Try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni ar, orang orang yang kiter patot kesian. Die tkde keje check out on poeple pimple marks. HAHHA. Kesian blaja tinggi tinggi but takde life, everyday sit at home infront of my formspring page. Step anonymous. hahah. tkpela. Have a good life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1386046377649878782?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1386046377649878782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/kesian-mak-bapak-tk-ajar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1386046377649878782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1386046377649878782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/kesian-mak-bapak-tk-ajar.html' title='kesian. Mak Bapak tk ajar.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5122541544287420898</id><published>2010-03-01T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:33:40.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0006d7h6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/0006d7h6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're my sunshine. My only sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me happy when skies are grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll never know dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sunshine away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5122541544287420898?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5122541544287420898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5122541544287420898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5122541544287420898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-dear.html' title='For my dear.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4643434870083773227</id><published>2010-03-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:09:27.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good ol' times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chopsticks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/chopsticks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time check 1:00pm. Its a tuesday and Eddy Wata's- i love my poeple is playing on repeat since 11am. hahah. The song is so hypnotising. Anyway, i was looking through my polytechnic days pictures and i swear i miss all those moments of skipping for lectures, not doing tutorials and camwhoring in the back of the lecture hall and at the end of the day you're just completely cluless of what has been taught for the past 5 hours. The feel of freedom and stress-free. And on top of that, you go home after school, change, and go club with your classmates and lecturemates. if not, you'll wonder around orchard like some wasted kids. Oh i miss those times man! Boyf at school having exams. I wish i was the one sitting for it. I love the idea of jotting down notes in colourful pens and highlighters and also staying over-nite at mac-donalds just to mug mug and mug. I hope i can experience this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, i called Emma Jen, and she was telling me i was rostered for SQ2 for one my backroom flights. And for that fleeting moment i didnt wana go to work maybe because i was sick and knowing i had a 2 sector flight, made it all worse. I prayed so hard, we can all have a krischeck system installed in our home computers so that i can pre-assigned all the SFO pax seatings. Overbooked on eycl and full on all upper classes. What's worse when you know you got a DBC flight waiting for you. hahaha. You know what, despite all this overboooking and mind-stressing flights rostered, i still love my job dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to where i was, i was looking through the entire albums after albums of pictures of my polytechinc days and i realised in 3 years i changed my hairstyle for so many many times. I had short blonde, blonde and long, blonde with bleach highlights, dark broen and black even. Take a look as i managed to collage some of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=muportfolio.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/muportfolio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. I wonder what i should do with my hair next. hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4643434870083773227?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4643434870083773227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-ol-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4643434870083773227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4643434870083773227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-ol-times.html' title='good ol&apos; times'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5729973780823936060</id><published>2010-02-27T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:00:20.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sometimes the past is something you just can’t let go of. And sometimes the past is something we’ll do anything to forget. And sometimes we learn something new about the past that changes everything we know about the present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5729973780823936060?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5729973780823936060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-past-is-something-you-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5729973780823936060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5729973780823936060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-past-is-something-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5166036636087931333</id><published>2010-02-21T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:30:24.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final club. I really really hope its not final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RZ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/RZ.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the good news. I finally got to club after much much persuasion from the very much much loved boyfriend.(it was a promise he made for my birthday then he called it off) so here iam tuntut-ing my club. heh. BUT. The boyfriend made an exception. I wasnt allowed to go DblO due to the extreme number of mats which he totally disagrees. So they decided to go to Zirca. Yang penting, free for tertiary students. Abes aku la kene bayar ni. Slamat dapat VIP pass as we happen to know the bouncer and they were pretty friendly though. heh! Zirca was playing, hip hop n rnb songs on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collagedone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/collagedone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes! my bf hair long already hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister and her clents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/collage2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4 ladies. My bf must be feeling feeling like a  pimp. Being  able to club with 4 ladies. &lt;em&gt;hahaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were 5 of us. Me, my dear, my sis and the two ena(s) (&lt;em&gt;sabrina and ena)&lt;/em&gt;. Hip hop and rnb night was pretty good though except for the crowd. Hahaha. We were glancing through the hall when our eyes met upon this apek who was dancing with the table. Kesian eh. Table pon jalan.hahaha. takpela, yang penting die enjoy. The dj started playing some reggae songs after 1am. Me, being hantu reggae of course jadi gile jap okay. Okay highlight for the night was my shoe tore terribly. The sole of the shoe literally came off leaving my feet with the cold cement. hahaha. too much shufflin and the "running man" just make it worse. I danced bare foot for a little while then me and bf deicded that we should leave the club for some reasons and we had chilli crab cup nnoodle by the river while waiting for the 3 minahs to finish clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, not going to club for many many months(&lt;em&gt;cos my bf doesnt allow&lt;/em&gt;), i kind of feel ackward to dance. infact very ackward. weird ekh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5166036636087931333?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5166036636087931333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/final-club-i-really-really-hope-its-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5166036636087931333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5166036636087931333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/final-club-i-really-really-hope-its-not.html' title='Final club. I really really hope its not final.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8288391749801295225</id><published>2010-02-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:22:05.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lover.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/lover.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You delight me with your laughter&lt;br /&gt;and you enchant me with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;You give me such a special love,&lt;br /&gt;making everyday worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DEAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4403499107186631010-8288391749801295225?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8288391749801295225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8288391749801295225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8288391749801295225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4732216158804544964</id><published>2010-02-12T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:21:54.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lunched with the other chee-kopek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lunched with the sister. I was so annoyed with the service though. Sooo fucking slow and the waitress sibeh attitude i tell you. &lt;em&gt;hahha&lt;/em&gt;. Anyways, will be fecthing the bf in few hrs time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=makan2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/makan2.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/4403499107186631010-4732216158804544964?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4732216158804544964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/lunched-with-other-chee-kopek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4732216158804544964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4732216158804544964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/lunched-with-other-chee-kopek.html' title='lunched with the other chee-kopek'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6917638326593833413</id><published>2010-02-10T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:39:02.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wana say a big thank you to my beloved boyfriend for the greatest and grandest birthday ever! So chef, decided to bring me out. I knew we were heading for dinner. But i swear upon my feet my toes, my thumbs and etc etc that i do not know where the dinner was. And on top of that, i'm very much clueless of where we were going. So we roamed from bugis to city hall. And about 7:00pm, he finally say "lets head for dinner." I swear i was the most excited girl ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you the part where the front desk lady said " alright sir, take the lift up to the 70th storey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw my chef smilling and i was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" b b.. b.. ape die cakap? 70 ke 17? 70 ekh.. b 70 ekh.. b.. b.. 70 ekh?!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. i didnt know Singapore had a place something like that. 70 storey high!! I tell you the moment i step into the restaurant it was magnificantly breath-taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there was this lady that ushered us to our seats. Fine dining service was exceptionally tip-top. Ladies was served first. I felt important. heh. I keep telling my chef &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" b... lawa pe..lawa sey.. b lawa kan."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was pretty noisy i must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i our table was by the window :) but there were additional cost charged for tables by the window. Which will be added to your total bill. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/new5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us were excitedddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/new2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;napkins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jempot minum yer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course i cannot sit still. Walk up and down to take pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/new1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see, kite orang amek gamba dari terang sampai gelap ye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only now, after tired of taking pictures of the view, we finally decide on the main course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you my $68 monk-fish was as "big" as the size of a tea-spoon. i was fucking shock! I forgot it was fine dining. I thought 68 dollars would have look like the chilli stingray i eat at semapng bedok, even then, that wasnt 68 dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=118.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beloved chef orderd rack of lamb. i doesnt even look like a rack of lamb. It look like lamb fingers. So small la!! The bau kambing so strong! Take a look at my fish. Kecik kan. Macam sushi size. You see la, the cherry tomato and my fish size the same!! Cherry tomato tau, bukan tomato yang besar tau!! hahaha. But it was hell-well-marinated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took picture again while waiting for our desserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally it arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"B, sikit nye ice-cream die?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Takla, to whipped cream"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"oh.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"B bukan ice-cream! Bukan whipped cream. Cheese lar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/new3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That raspberry right there, actually dropped on the carpet floor. hahah. It ran away while i try to poke the fork into it. Of course! don't waste hor! Still can eat what! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jeng jeng jeng..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what guess what. Got cake for me la seyyy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I happy i tell you. Can tell right from my chee-ko-pek face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/new4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step toast je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toast to our relationship la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we took a few more pictures before we ended our very very mengeyangkan dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this i would like to thank my beloved chef for all the efforts done! Thank you so much honey. It shall be a birthday to remember always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get alot of feedback saying we look pretty the same. Izit? so yesterday me and hubby decide that we should spot the simmilarities between us. We hardly find any. Izit the nose? Even my sister say we look kind of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6917638326593833413?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6917638326593833413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6917638326593833413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6917638326593833413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-my-birthday.html' title='Its my Birthday!!!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5389530754626575549</id><published>2010-02-08T18:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:47:44.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaryyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 MONTHS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10mnthss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/10mnthss.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite boy always. I love you Qamarul Arifin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5389530754626575549?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5389530754626575549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/08april09-to-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5389530754626575549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5389530754626575549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/08april09-to-date.html' title='Anniversaryyyy'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3462649234471561727</id><published>2010-02-05T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:04:01.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im surprise that formspring's still active. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:110%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3462649234471561727?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3462649234471561727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3462649234471561727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3462649234471561727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspring.html' title='formspring'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7464212987856713026</id><published>2010-02-04T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:28:14.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, i heard my neighbour parents fighting. It kind of distracted me for abit, that i decided to secretly look over the window to witness the scene. i saw the wife, moving back and forth from the corridor, i saw the man shouting, next she shouted. and then they both start shouting. Then she dissapeared into the house, then she's out again, this time round with alot of stuff in her hands. and then the shouting continues. I feel very sore to witness such a thing in the morning.It kept me thinking is this what marriage life is gonna be one fine day? I was wondering what could eventually be the reason to such heated arguments? It must have been painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back i walked down orchard road and i saw a mat and a minah fighting outside of 313. Well he was practically at the top of his lungs so, it somehow caught alot of passerby attention (incld me an bf) and he said something like,"Pegi mampos ar kalau orang tengok aku! Kau cakap skarang!!" I felt sorry. But i didn't know who to be more sorry for. The girl, for being humilliated. Or the guy who got so hurt. I believe that every man who loves a woman will never vow to cheat on them. Because they love them too dearly. Therefore they do not want any inch of pain to be inflicted on her. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random thought, let's just say, what kind of perception do you have for this lad, He walks with you, but later shove you up infront of him and turn his head twice to three times to check out the girl on your left. and you look behind you see, him still staring at her. I don't know, how other girls might react to this, some would say, it's pretty common for guys to do so. Its nature of man. Isit so?? or that was just a claim to self-protect you feelings. Well, if it was me, i would have felt extremely hurt and i feel very unappreciated. I always wonder if we girls can control our emotions, actions, behaviours and feelings so that our beloved man would not face such hurt why guys on the opposite hand have such hard time coping with this? ever wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its complicated. I always believe that the guy that truly loves you have eyes for you only, will together learn to solve every problem arise, will know how to filter the bad from the good, the to dos and not to dos. Cause at the end of everyday, if he loves you, he would want to be the best for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i guess with this i conclude that men are the hardest creatures to understand. Nothing seems to be able to fufill them. Im quite dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-7464212987856713026?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7464212987856713026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7464212987856713026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7464212987856713026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-understand.html' title='i don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4726634016502851416</id><published>2010-02-01T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:17:40.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i deserve a holiday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im back from hols. Oh yes! My virgin cruise trip. I swear cruise is amazingly beautiful and i'm very impressed for getting onto the largest cruise in asia. Star Virgo Baby! \m/ rock on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures for viewing pleasure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step foot in harbour front by 9:00pm for checkin. It was very nice of Fizah to sent us off. And not to mention dad, mum, sis and yazid too. They all seem so excited. Especially us. So the four girls include, me, lina sharina and suhaila. 3 counter officers and a gate officer. heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our ship only departed at the stroke of mid-night. It was very sad for me cause bf, was unable to send me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pretty baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say we're the most excited bunch of people on board. We keep screaming and shouting and running up and down the cruise. I think u can run 10 rounds of 2.4km inside.So big sia. After spending lots of time finding our room, we finally manage to locate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I welcome you to our cabin that worth $1400 for 3 days 2 nights. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr5-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr5-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After resting and done with the unpacking with our heavy bags, we finally decide to explore the cruise. I tell you i love love the pool. Such a magical sight. I wished to get wed on that pool. Its very very pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second day, to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We always tell our dear-selfs to wake up for breakfast. Unfortunately for 2 straight days we missed breakfast. Such a waste :( So after lunch, we get ourselves ready and head for the auditorium where we waited for the coach to pick us up for Kuala Lumpur Tour/ Shopping. 9 hours stop over at K.L is definitely insufficent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=crcr-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/crcr-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiter-orang sempat main arcade dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the bus from Port Klang to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 500 ringgit was gone in 3 hours. Too much stuff to buy. Everything see, everything also want to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At night bck in the cruise, we decided to go for a dip in my pretty pretty pool. Yay! Jacuzzi was good. Sauna was hot. Steam room is still the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we were swimming, the security told us that they gonna close the pool at the stroke of midnight cause we're having a chocolate pool party. I tell you it was awsummmly-awesome! Chocolate buffet! What more can you ask for. On top of that everyone was dancing by the pool and they played games. Hahhaha. An indian lady won for being the sexiest something. I couldnt remember. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then we head for bed. hehe. our fugly looks without makeup. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We missed breakfast again. So we're here, waiting for lunch. Pathetic people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sat by the pool again for the last time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we roam the cruise again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our last place that we ate before we head back home. Gelato on board was pretty good though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this, my cruise hoilday ended. and heres a last picture. A bear for Hanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cr20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/cr20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am soo cruising again in April, maybe this time with the boyfriend to Phuket. But then again, its MAYBE. Pretty broke. 2 holidays in the past 2months. Better save up.&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;&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/4403499107186631010-4726634016502851416?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4726634016502851416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-deserve-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4726634016502851416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4726634016502851416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-deserve-holiday.html' title='When i deserve a holiday.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8158258316560320056</id><published>2010-01-24T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:36:06.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It never cross my mind that you would ever do that. Im so dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, this blog will go on hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-8158258316560320056?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8158258316560320056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-never-cross-my-mind-that-you-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8158258316560320056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8158258316560320056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-never-cross-my-mind-that-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7028124544176649428</id><published>2010-01-23T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:35:23.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rovering!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another random note. When your china staff, actually makes your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;(wearing make-up to work)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Officer!! Officer!! You so pretty today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Very very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, Thank you. What you want? Last hour izit?? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(baggage issue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Staff: Officer! Officer! My passenger... er..my passenger overweight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Firstly, don't say that aloud. The passenger is NOT overweight. Its the bag that is overweight! Omg.. you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(break)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Officer! Today i wear make-up, wear socks, checkin alot and sit at dragon mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You want last hour just say.&lt;br /&gt;Staff: hehehe.. can i get last hour pls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i sometimes i really adore these PRC's. Their thick china asscent with absolutely broken english somehow, will put me to a smile eventhough how busy or frustrated i am with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-7028124544176649428?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7028124544176649428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/rovering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7028124544176649428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7028124544176649428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/rovering.html' title='Rovering!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5380196044309431787</id><published>2010-01-23T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:33:38.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/USATWED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss this boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5380196044309431787?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5380196044309431787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/rover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5380196044309431787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5380196044309431787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/rover.html' title='My boy!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7500747054451651557</id><published>2010-01-22T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:49:36.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Formspring gets really interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-7500747054451651557?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7500747054451651557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7500747054451651557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7500747054451651557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm...'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4686373684454103316</id><published>2010-01-20T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:02:53.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 January 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today is twenty-one january two-thousand-and-ten. 21-01-2010. I guess this day is the date im gonna mark in my history book of life. Besides the fact that this month is the best pay ever gotten by far, it is also my first pay for the year 2010. And in addition to that, for those who are relatively close to me, on this very date last year, was the day i broke up with the ex-boyfriend. If you happen to ask me, can you remember exactly where was i, Funny how i would still be able to relate to you the event rightnow&lt;em&gt;.(i was apparently at Marina Pizzahut with my work-mates when everything else took a turn at 2:40pm in the aftrnn but then again, it could have been 2:45pm or 2:55 even. Whatever i don't really care as for now.)&lt;/em&gt; Whatever it is, it was that very aftrnoon. That afternoon that changed my life. Its as though it was still fresh. Maybe because i was in a relationship that took place for 3493285239 years. Well of course i know some people had undergo a longer relationship wayy wayy longer than i do; like 9-10 years. &amp;amp; i truly envy these couples. Sometimes i ponder how they even managed to do so. But that's besides the point. Right now, im just so happy that my feelings and emotions are no longer being governed by him &amp;amp; for the fact that i was able to move on without him. And i am definitely contented with where i am today. You know what else that is so remarkable on this date? For a full flat year i have not seen him since the date 21jan09. I guess the only person im suppose to be proud with is myself now. Im happy that i did not see him in any way. And i hope god will always blind my eyes from him. Because my disgust towards him is beyond say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess life in a relationship is like a rollercoaster.I know this is soo cliche. But it's true. You just got to sit and take that ride, even how hard it is for you, you cant stop it, well i dont know for whatever reasons sometimes its just beyond your power to stop and that sometimes it gets really unpredictable and it gets to you like a stab in the heart. And then again, sometimes your ride is a pretty smooth-sailing, with not much humps and bumps around. And then later on when you thought everything is in place, the cycle starts again. I guess this is my personal view of a relationship. Correct me if im wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As of where im right now, i really want to say that i love that boy. The boy who has always been there for me and never ever gave up on me. Love you dear. At some point of time when i really thought i lost the entire grip of the relationship, he has never fail to place everything back in place. Never. With that i conclude that i love my sayang alot, eventhough he gets me soo mad sometimes; well most of the times. :) haha. Love you Chef Qamarul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a different note, i've got some questions that anonymous people have shoot me with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4686373684454103316?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4686373684454103316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/21-january-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4686373684454103316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4686373684454103316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/21-january-2010.html' title='21 January 2010'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4557046588121853384</id><published>2010-01-20T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:18:41.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if im supposed to be dissapointed with myself or with you. :(&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/4403499107186631010-4557046588121853384?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4557046588121853384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-this-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4557046588121853384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4557046588121853384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-this-drama.html' title='i hate this drama'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5104695147732281830</id><published>2010-01-19T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:24:02.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.lilacpopsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've Answered :) &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/lilacpopsicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5104695147732281830?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5104695147732281830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringlilacpopsicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5104695147732281830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5104695147732281830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringlilacpopsicle.html' title='formspring.lilacpopsicle'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3956186033720153248</id><published>2010-01-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:03:32.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, my off day. Might as well host a proper entry right? Work has been always the same. Im very emotionally disturbed when my friends are slowly resigning. Leaving me with little kakis. Firstly was Fizah. I miss that girl alot. She has always been the one that volunteers to take my afternoon shifts and swap my rovings for bckrooms.Now that she's gone, my next back-up plan has always been Shamsul. Just like Fizah, Sham loves the aftnoon shifts too. So, i was at my comfort zone of always swaping shifts with him when i got to know he was going to withdraw from pax services and now, tune to flight operations. And not to mention, yesterday was his last day. Good luck in your new job! Nevermind.. Then our very famous hunk, Rizal is now a traffic liason officer. Officially means that we cant swap shifts with him cause, we're just counter officers and that's a 2 different job scope with a total different shift timings. I guess he'll be the youngest and most good looking TLO's around. Cause usually, well mostly the tlo's are aged 35 and above. i think. I dont see any young tlo's around with exception of Viknesh. So here's a shout out to you rizal! we look forward to do departure with you ookay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a quick overview of work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another random note. i jus receive an annoymous text in the midst of jotting this entry. hmmmm... interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3956186033720153248?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3956186033720153248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/work-mates.html#comment-form' title='0 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/lilacpopsicle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;http://formspring.me/lilacpopsicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1311653218428294601?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1311653218428294601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-somethng-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1311653218428294601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/meee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If i had a snowflake for every time i thought of you, we’d have a really white Christmas.&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/4403499107186631010-2862990446147932657?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2862990446147932657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-or-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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January 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2240723512165394326?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2240723512165394326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/bounce-bounce-bounce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2240723512165394326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2240723512165394326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/bounce-bounce-bounce.html' title='CURRRRLL me up.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2949368401839692941</id><published>2010-01-15T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:09:16.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good morning world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday and finally a productive day with the boyfriend. I'm infact too sleepy to host a proper entry therefore as for now, it shall be only visuals. Penat la. Tadi bckroom kene 13 flights tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LOVEP3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/LOVEP3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LOVEP1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/LOVEP1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LOVEP4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/LOVEP4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LOVEP2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/LOVEP2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lovepeaceful.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/lovepeaceful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, we finally paid a visit over at Henderson waves. Finally after so many failed attempts. Examles were; long bus rides, wrong bus, didnt know where to stop, raining. But today, everything was perfect even the wheather was relatively windy. A happy girl. And i would like to publicly announce that the black jacket that i wore,was a surprise present from the boyfriend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a bomb! Really! Even the price! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you sugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anw, today i saw 3 stars in a straight row; horizontally. Very very very straight. I thought it was strange. Never saw anything like that before. hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2949368401839692941?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2949368401839692941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2949368401839692941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2949368401839692941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning-world.html' title='Boyfriend!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3312087188891622973</id><published>2010-01-13T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:24:35.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Anni!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Untitled-2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you my baby boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sherlock holmes was goood. Caught the show over at Cineleisure Orchard &amp;amp; we finally managed to spent time together. Its been loooong i tell you. This bugger has been really busy and my forever changing shifts dont seem to compliment with his working time.  Sad isnt it. I guess i'll have to embrace this for the many more months to come till he's done with the attachment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On another note, im gonna meet this boy in 2 hrs. So can't wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3312087188891622973?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3312087188891622973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-belated-anni.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3312087188891622973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3312087188891622973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-belated-anni.html' title='Happy Belated Anni!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2448944524354536534</id><published>2010-01-09T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:15:00.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;9th of January. The day when they officially swap the uniform from blue to orange. The very first greeting i got when i step in the office today at 4:00am was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Morning morning!! Gong Xi Fa Cai ar!! Gong Xi Fa Cai!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edmund too cute. But honestly, the office felt as though they finally lit up. We look damn bright. Very bright. Hmmm. I guess we will all get use to it soon. As for now, i still need to learn how to fix the scarf. And i must say the guys look very very amazing with long sleeved shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ornageee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/ornageee.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/4403499107186631010-2448944524354536534?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2448944524354536534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/9th-of-january.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2448944524354536534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2448944524354536534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/9th-of-january.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-80116340162195477</id><published>2010-01-07T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:00:48.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Orange!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yesterday was the last day, i wore that blue SIA uniform with its ever droppin gold SIA embossed buttons. haha. (&lt;em&gt;i swear everyone else feels the same way, the buttons keep droppin &amp;amp; i don't know how many times i sew that thing already!&lt;/em&gt;) And i felt very sad when i had to surrender the SIA pass to the admin lady who was waiting patiently to retrieve it back from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lastday.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/lastday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is goodbye blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-80116340162195477?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/80116340162195477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/80116340162195477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/80116340162195477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-orange.html' title='Hello Orange!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4967395792571622969</id><published>2010-01-03T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:36:57.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=parklife_2_web.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve learned a lot this year.. I learned that things don’t always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I’ve learned that there are things that go wrong that don’t always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. I’ve learned that some broken things stay broken, and I’ve learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Jennifer Weiner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4967395792571622969?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4967395792571622969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-learned-lot-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4967395792571622969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4967395792571622969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-learned-lot-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4739171084268485159</id><published>2010-01-03T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:26:42.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess im the odd one out. (as for now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kiss.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So. Everyone is in lovveeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Except me. Not literally i mean. I just happen to chance upon Rohaida's blog,this very very close girlfriend of mine. My bestie infact. Well, someone's getting engaged! Oh my goddd. And her sister's engagement is next week. Congratulations sweetheart! Wow. Anyway, im an avid reader of esqar's lj,and she's engaged too! considering the fact that everyone is my age and is happily engaged with the man they truly love and wanting to spent the rest of thier life with.! In addiition to those names mention above. So i saw Fadillah (a collegue) at the work pantry just now, and her ring was glittering and it caught my attention, so i was like, "Lawa cincin kaw." and then she said, "Ni Syukur yang blikan..untuk tande tande.." Im like oh.. That is soo fucking sweet. So whens the big day. and its 2 years from now. So i see, 2010 brings so many joy and dreams for all girls. I guess Fizah my best ex collegue should be getting engaged as well. Right?! Oh i see you smilling broadly there!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it will be of a lie, if i claim that im not at all pressured bout this. I guess every girl has their individual goal in life. As for me, my goal is to get wed, before i turn 25. But at this point of time, i dont really know where i'm at. Hopefully, one fine day everything will fall to place as perfeectly as it should be when i least expact things to happen. As for now, i thank god for giving me directions and leading me to where i am today. and im pretty contented with life. Just dont ask me when's my turn. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, before i end this entry, i just wana convey this message to those girls getting wed and engaged, that im very happy for all of you and here i am wishing each and everyone of you a merry life ahead and may your paths are brigther and may god bless you in everything you do. Love; NurFatinAjman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4739171084268485159?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4739171084268485159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess-im-odd-one-out-as-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4739171084268485159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4739171084268485159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-guess-im-odd-one-out-as-for-now.html' title='I guess im the odd one out. (as for now)'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4582990497800354208</id><published>2010-01-01T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:07:11.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009 &amp; Happy 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kuqz3hknOe1qatghs1xo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kuqz3hknOe1qatghs1xo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2010! Again another year. Wow. Twozerozeronine will be the year that i will always remember. Remember for life. A year that was filled with so much heartfelt moments. 09 the year that i started having CPF's. The year that i became single and attached at the very same time. The year that i lost someone whom i build relationship for so many many many years that i never thought it ended. And then i celebrated it for 4 good months of singlehood and somewhere along that part of life, i embraced the dating game. And i dated so many good men, well "good" is not quite a good term to use,very vague. But whatever it is, some of them made me become so much stronger. I learnt that some men, only text at night. haha. Some, believes in friendship more than relationship, some men believe in girls like they believe in god. Some men have "spares" to kill boredom perhaps cause their woman cant fufill their forever-ever going boredom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then i got attached to this very nice 23 yr old chap, by the name of Qamarul Arifin. The guy i met in St James. He always tell me we didnt meet in club, we met at Vivo. The day when Singapore was on blackout. 28march 09. Haha. Anyway, being with him is everything wonderful but the people around him is not as good as they seem. Perhaps this was quite a downfall for us at that point of time. And ya, he too claims, that sometimes they are a real bitch. and i truly sees that as i grow in the relationship. I learnt that girls are just as a bad. I learnt that some attached girls are so fucking miang that they love touching other poeple's boyfriend or just ramdom guys. They simply got no respect for themselves and others. They dont have morals of a girl i guess or that their parents dont teach them well enough. I think they learnt that bitching about other is the best thing to do. And Hypocrisy is their middle name. Simply 2 faced. Well, i just wana see how far this people can go. And then i learnt that, not every girls think like the way i do. Some of them have skin so thick, thicker than a hippo and they can literally ask someone's else boyfriend for cash. Amazing huh, girls nowadays. And recently, i learnt that some girls are alright with their boyfriend having another women. Maybe because they have such low self esteem. Women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mum always tell me that sometimes, you dont have problem with the friends, but you have problems with your partner. When you have no problems with the man itself, you have problems with the people around him for instance the friends. And now that i see it, i believe so. But im glad my boyfriend sees where all this is coming from and doesnt need this type of people in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let jus all toast to a new life. Here i am complaining how fast the year flies. Lets toast to the strt of new year with hopefuls of a better road ahead. I hope, i will do good to people always. Cause i dont want karma to start farting on my face. If i were to jot my 2010 resolutions, they'll make a 200-paged story book. So i guess i jus highlight a few. A few to remind myself of what life is at the end of the day. I hope and vow to be a better girlfriend. I know im complicated and very hard to please. Ask Qamarul, he will definitely nods his head with you. But i guess its alright to be complicated its not a shame. And if you think you're a girl who is not complicated, you dont own a medal either. get what i mean. I believe sometimes when im angry i got every right to get angry but that doesnt permits me to be cruel. It always part of a relationship that nothing is ever enough. And forever not contented. But sometimes, well many of the times, i find that we always have good times when being with each other's arms. So i just hope 2010, will bring me and QA to a much greater heights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On another note, i wana get my license over and done with. Sometimes i wonder the nyonya opposite my block can drive a car and why i suck at it big time. haha. Maybe i will make my way to university after my mendaki loan and after my bond. 09 has been a good and bad year. I guess every year is a collective trunk of stupidity, emotionals overwhelming the power of brain, foolishness but we'll grow out of it. 2010, is the year we learnt to move and be someone better from all this set backs. I guess i just wana be more independent both financially and emotionally. I dont wana rely on anyone and can fully depend on myself. I dont need to prove anything to anyone as about now, so i guess whats important is knowing my priorities and filtering the good from the bad. Lastly i have to remind myself that no matter what happens along the way, how broken my heart is gonna be one fne day, i got to move on and continue with life and its offerings cause apparently the world doesnt stops to listen to my griefs. With this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here i am wishing every human race a happy 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4582990497800354208?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4582990497800354208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4582990497800354208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4582990497800354208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009 &amp; Happy 2010!!!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2420450887113658914</id><published>2009-12-28T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:45:19.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the good men?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what Khai,you played it all well. Very very well infact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You got your lies covered and sealed way better than my bobbi brown concealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, and be proud over that 2 year relationship with that fat girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Gawd..does everything have to revolve around another fat girl&lt;/em&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i wana see how far you'll go. And to that girl. Why put your morals so low? Why still standing beside a guy knowing that your guy had a 3rd party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND THE FACT THAT SHES THERE STARING RIGHT INFRONT OF YOUR EYES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you left your brains at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening with the world.&lt;br /&gt;GAWDD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2420450887113658914?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2420450887113658914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-what-khaiyou-played-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2420450887113658914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2420450887113658914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-what-khaiyou-played-it-all.html' title='Where&apos;s the good men?'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-250995469351688496</id><published>2009-12-25T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:53:22.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:160%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Untitled-1-3.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/4403499107186631010-250995469351688496?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/250995469351688496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/250995469351688496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/250995469351688496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho..'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6676920967321389377</id><published>2009-12-25T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:12:06.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one you have been waiting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our very first trip together. Being able to get away from the forever hectic Singapore, i swear is the most stress free thing to do and not to mention, this is the best getaway by far. In addition, being in the comfort of someone you truly love, is very much blissful. Embrace yourself our 3days 2nights over at First World Hotel; Genting Highlands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Grassland was our pick. Kanasai betol la, our seats were the first two front seats. The one right behind the driver. Tkde privacy teros. I guess the driver gets very distracted whenever we take pictures. hahaha. Ape nak buat. Anyway, the journey was a good 9 hours. My butt swell 131391 times bigger i tell you. So finally we came to a stop at Yompeng for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course we feed ourselves with Ramli Burgers! Malaysia's Signature Snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so after 2931040 years of sleeping, waking up, sleeping and waking up sleeping and waking up we finally reach our destination. Say hello to Genting Highlands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you for 3days i smell the clouds, eat the clouds, touch the clouds, sleep with the clouds. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Grassland stopped us right infront of the very very famous First World Hotel. Well, nothing grand especially when we have to provide ourselves with toiletries from the nearest Watsons. Because apparently, the bf and i thought that everything is supplied. Normal la kan, kite ingat kan kat fullerton agaknye ade shampoo, sabbun, brus gigi.Satu hapak pon tkde. Nevermind. I tell you, the queue for check in is soooo long. Da macam polyclinic Bedok nyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only after that we decide to do our mini exploration and getting ourselves familiarise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were worn out so we headed for bed pretty early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping to wake up early for free breakfast tommorow. Surprisingly, food was good!! The quantity that the hotel serve was amazingly alottt!! it was as though they were serving for some National Day Parade like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After breakfast, we lazy pigs decide that we should sleep first and only be awake at 1:00pm to get ourselves engage with the theme park! And here are the theme park pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wah i tell you, suddenly the weather got extremely cold that i had to rush back to the hotel and grab my sweater. And we decide to explore the indoor theme park. :) Heres a couple of pictures of us at the Ripley's Believe it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also tried the 4D Haunted house. I was forced. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after lingering out there for countless hours, we finally head back to our rooms for an instant dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm21.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both snored like we always do even on our local SBS Buses, but who cares.hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hm24.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hm24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here we are waiting patiently over at Starbucks the very next morning for our pickup and ride bck home to our very busy homeland Singapore.&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/4403499107186631010-6676920967321389377?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6676920967321389377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-you-have-been-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6676920967321389377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6676920967321389377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-you-have-been-waiting-for.html' title='The one you have been waiting for.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2849622692706607917</id><published>2009-12-23T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:43:25.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techonolgy Does Wonders</title><content type='html'>im at work and im bloggin. yes. but this time round in the comfort of my samsung omnia pro. hahha. im not tryin to boast rite here. infact im pretty outdated i must say.. still goin gaga over wifi. how techonology really amaze me. hmm.. at t2x5. Time check 930pm i should be counting my collected revenue in half an hours time and shall b headin home in an hours time..well there isnt much to blog abot though. Honestly, im jus testing this good ol' technology tt man have created for lazy assholes like me. Anw, to think again, i suppose everyone already has/had a smartphone. im just late very late. &lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;but on another note i still think computer is still better as compared to other media. Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2849622692706607917?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2849622692706607917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/techonolgy-does-wonders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2849622692706607917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2849622692706607917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/techonolgy-does-wonders.html' title='Techonolgy Does Wonders'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2599145380992288113</id><published>2009-12-21T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:22:47.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where have i gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's always a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lie&lt;/span&gt; beneath every thruth told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have not been in a good mood since i dont know when. Have been reather moody and every single little/minor/tiniest/ things seems to tick me off. Sometimes i wonder why is the thruth always seem so hard. Hard to be told and hard to swallow. They say honesty is the best policy but it always fall to deaf ears and no one actually take that seriously. well.. im just wondering, why isit always like that. Feed me with the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2599145380992288113?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2599145380992288113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-have-i-gone-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2599145380992288113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2599145380992288113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-have-i-gone-wrong.html' title='where have i gone wrong.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-357480921419822968</id><published>2009-12-18T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:27:35.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushii...konichiwa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive got to rush an entry before i leave for work. This is a very late entry though. Anyway here's another productive day with the boyfriend. Considering the fact that i dont have time to write a whole chunk of entry, i guess i'll just host a couple of pictures alritey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0030.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi buffet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-0048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Photo-0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very productive outing i must say. :)) A happy girl always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-357480921419822968?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/357480921419822968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sushiikonichiwa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/357480921419822968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/357480921419822968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/sushiikonichiwa.html' title='Sushii...konichiwa!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-490165055481833112</id><published>2009-12-10T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:41:57.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy once said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f0f141f3614b481e_20090606203012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/f0f141f3614b481e_20090606203012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girls are like apples on trees.The best ones are at the top of the trees.The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.Instead,they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good,but easy.So the apples on top think there is something wrong with them,when in reality,they are amazing.They just have to wait for the right boy to come along,the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything feel better now. The pain is lesser. Alhamdulliah.  I shall not elaborate what happen here, but i do wana thank so many people for comforting me. Sometimes i cannot swallow the entire thing myself and before i go insane, i guess the best medicine is talk to someone you really really trust.  I am feeling physically and mentally tired maybe because of my really really bad cough. I guess Aqilah must be cursing me whenever i cough in the middle of the night. hahah. She have tolerated that for 5 days. hahaha. Antibiotics not doing any justice. Still the same lor. I hope i get well soon before my holiday trip.  Tommorow a quick meet up with Hamizah and Nazurah at Chillies. :) yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, i love you Qamarul.A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-490165055481833112?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/490165055481833112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-once-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/490165055481833112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/490165055481833112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/boy-once-said.html' title='A boy once said..'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4991709327729151394</id><published>2009-12-09T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:26:41.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Bitch and another bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen up sweetheart, stop intefering with my relationship issues. Stop pretending to be on our side and bitching about the other party. Anddd my boyfriend isnt a walking BANK! Tak tau malu nye pompuan pinjam duit lelaki! God! Call yourself a girl. Be ashamed of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the other bitch. Oh, you can bitch about us for all i care. and btw i smell jealousy all over you. I guess it kind of disturbed you that im tall and you're jus another katek girl rite? So what if i have my accesories in my hallway. Jealous? hahaha. BITCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you read my blog honey, you can help to convey this message to the Fat Bitch on my behalf. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4991709327729151394?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4991709327729151394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-bitch-and-another-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4991709327729151394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4991709327729151394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/fat-bitch-and-another-bitch.html' title='Fat Bitch and another bitch.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4230566339263632725</id><published>2009-12-08T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:08:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Belong Together Always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I will always be, a lonely number like root three.The three is all that's good and right,Why must my three keep out of sight.Beneath the vicious square root sign,I wish instead I were a nine. For nine could thwart this evil trick,with just some quick arithmetic.I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321 Such is my reality, a sad irrationality. When hark! What is this I see, another square root of a three. As quietly co-waltzing by, together now we multiply. To form a number we prefer, Rejoicing as an integer. We break free from our mortal bonds,with the wave of magic wands. Our square root signs become unglued. Your love for me has been renewed. -HNK &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=winter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow, we've been through for more than half a year already. Who would ever thought we've gone through this far. The guy whom i met 8 months ago on 28th March 09 ago in St James (who tore my dress) is now my boyfriend. My beloved boyfriend infact. Honestly readers, this man has bring so much joy in my life today. Its of without a doubt, he's like an angel sent from above for me. My past relationship wasnt an easy one. As you can see sometimes i still dwell over it. But as for today, everything is in place. its as though i've found my little jigsaw puzzles that went missing and having him around makes me feels extremely complete. He healed every single pain that i went through, he did it effortlessly. Baby, you're not just another boyfriend; to me, you're my bestfriend, my hubby, my doctor, my counsellor, my everything. You're just complete in my eyes. Im contented with that.  With this, Baby i dare to say you're the best boyfriend ever ever ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4230566339263632725?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4230566339263632725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-belong-together-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4230566339263632725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4230566339263632725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-belong-together-always.html' title='We Belong Together Always.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-9079462925884897982</id><published>2009-12-07T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:19:01.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bank-ing isnt always fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we waited for 89 years before we managed to bank in our cash. The tellers were so slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we kind of become like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=troubleinbank.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/troubleinbank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-9079462925884897982?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/9079462925884897982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/bank-ing-isnt-always-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/9079462925884897982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/9079462925884897982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/bank-ing-isnt-always-fast.html' title='Bank-ing isnt always fast.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8515129556071168414</id><published>2009-12-05T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:24:00.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Motorola Gold. Hello Omnia Pro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=somniapro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/somniapro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new baby &amp;amp; totally lovin' it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-8515129556071168414?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8515129556071168414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-motorola-gold-hello-omnia-pro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8515129556071168414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8515129556071168414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-motorola-gold-hello-omnia-pro.html' title='Goodbye Motorola Gold. Hello Omnia Pro'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5097663433393601495</id><published>2009-12-01T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:16:37.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make My World Go Lalala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_krdqbtLICq1qzz2moo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kooo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/kooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot." - Sarah Dessen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On another note, i was sooo effin excited when i saw Hani and her beloved Izwan at Singapore Changi Airport yesterday. Hahahah. I kind of freak out as though i just met some kind of hollywood celebrity. It gives you an awsumz feeling when someone drop by at your workplace and you're actually working. heheh. Anyway, maybe because for the fact that, its been long since i last saw my bunch of favourite lot. Let me list the entire gang. ( Hani, Izwan, Iskandar, Zurah, Naz , Mizah and Mahatee and and once in awhile you'll see Aufa droppin by, but most of the time he just talks to Naz. ) These eight sure makes my day. Eventhough 90% of the time, i dont talk to mahatee maybe because we couldnt find a common topic to talk about, but looking at both Mizah and him together makes our group perfectly complete. and the same goes to Izwan and Aufa eventhough we don't talk that much, but sometimes you guys pass some stupid remarks that made this friendship relationship noisy/funny yet comfortable and its without a doubt eventhough we dont communicate like how i communicate with Naz, Mizah and Hani of course, not having you people around is ike having a missing tooth. true isnt it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;hmm.. i wonder if me and Qamarul could meet you guys this 14th December. Hani and her bf knows the reason why. Aku blom khabak berite ni pat Naz, mengamok pulak si chef nanti. But then again, things are not confirmed. So we shall see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Till then. Missing you people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5097663433393601495?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5097663433393601495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-make-world-go-rounddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5097663433393601495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5097663433393601495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-make-world-go-rounddd.html' title='You Make My World Go Lalala.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6141374971028238945</id><published>2009-11-29T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:20:54.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alritey, this post is very late. I havent got any time to blog. My shifts has been weirdly funny. But im still coping. Very well infact. Flights totally overbooked. SIA is sure doing well, with so mnay people going to weird destinations all over the world that sometimes i dont even know exist. Come to think of it, even Kuala Lumpur is overbooked. I mean, common singaporeans we can take the coach rite? hahahaha. Fatin sounds so budget. Whatever it is, bonus is approachingggg!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a date with the hubby. I really tresure times like this with him. Cause 90percent of the time, our off days don't come together. Its so hard to meet on a daily bassis. I loathe the fact that bf had to do split shifts 4 tims in a week and my shift on the other hand is very unpredictable. And this very night came i was so excited and it feels like a first date. Here are some pics that we took. anyway some of the cristmas deco pictures were xtracted from @masajeshh cause it was such a lovely sight looking at it, that i had to post some of them on mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here it is, enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmas10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/xmas10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmas8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/xmas8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over-powering usage of electricity. I wonder how much is their utility bills. hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmas13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/xmas13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw5-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a quick stop at St Regis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmas12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/xmas12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw6-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw6-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because my darl, doesnt allow zouk-out i guess foam party stops here. hahha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw8-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw8-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw7-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw7-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=xmas16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/xmas16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we're definitely worn out from the long walk all around orchard. So we settle for dinner. Yummy. CA California made me a happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two monsters just waiting to greedily indulge on their food. hahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the awsum chef! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still think that, be it in a bottle or in a can, all root beer taste the same. But drinking in a bottle gives you this ol' school feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our share. I know its alottt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cam-whore-ers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw9-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw9-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall end my post here. Love you baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6141374971028238945?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6141374971028238945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-fine-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6141374971028238945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6141374971028238945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-fine-evening.html' title='One Fine Evening.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4982361893562215724</id><published>2009-11-21T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:00:09.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sluts and bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitlegghd-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Untitlegghd-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ones that always drive me wild. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant wait for the meet up. I just hope that im off on that very day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on another note;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still do not believe that i burnt that zara top of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sighs. I only wore it once. Fuck irons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. So vulgar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4982361893562215724?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4982361893562215724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sluts-and-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4982361893562215724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4982361893562215724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sluts-and-bitch.html' title='my sluts and bitch'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6875903421669263794</id><published>2009-11-18T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:45:12.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh. Im absolutely annoyed for the fact that my off day has to be spent at home.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6875903421669263794?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6875903421669263794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6875903421669263794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6875903421669263794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4894010528269891869</id><published>2009-11-15T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:57:07.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ge6yacAQmnnf5lvbH6zDc4Sno1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Ge6yacAQmnnf5lvbH6zDc4Sno1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-4894010528269891869?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4894010528269891869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4894010528269891869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4894010528269891869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/without-you.html' title='without you.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-869201794343242445</id><published>2009-11-15T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:47:53.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i ever wanted is you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish i felt a little bit more secure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-869201794343242445?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/869201794343242445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-ever-wanted-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/869201794343242445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/869201794343242445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-ever-wanted-is-you.html' title='all i ever wanted is you.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3164791955306661382</id><published>2009-11-15T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:23:22.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we shall glide through the rain together.</title><content type='html'>It has been raining almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3 minutes before i wake my beloved hubby.I must say being in love with you is the best thing ever. I heart you Qamarul Arifin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3164791955306661382?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3164791955306661382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-shall-glide-through-rain-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3164791955306661382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3164791955306661382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-shall-glide-through-rain-together.html' title='we shall glide through the rain together.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-8338557310747805478</id><published>2009-11-13T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:50:50.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this things full of shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-8338557310747805478?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/8338557310747805478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8338557310747805478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/8338557310747805478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-done.html' title='this things full of shit.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1355050951063063725</id><published>2009-11-07T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:00:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only people that could hurt you are the ones whom you&lt;br /&gt;love, because if it wasn't love, you probably wouldn't care either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1355050951063063725?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1355050951063063725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-people-that-could-hurt-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1355050951063063725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1355050951063063725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-people-that-could-hurt-you-are.html' title='LOVE.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-4115145884593529402</id><published>2009-11-06T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:55:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween Ya All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Halloween was a Blast with a capital B! anw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, girls made our way to Rivervale (Fizah's house) to get dressed. I swear everyone was armed with their costumes and face paint. I was literally very nervous, excited, sexcited all in one. At 4:00pm we came knocking and had our lunch before we proceed to do our mandatory makeovers. So here we are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Im a runaway bride in sneakers. :) I suke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our next plan was to head to town and the problem was, cabby access in Rivervale was a dissapointment. We had to marched for an approximate 10 mins to the nearest neighbourhood mall in that area to go to the taxi stand. On our way, we had lots of stares coming our way and not to mention some friendly apeks and nyoyas that greeted us "Happy Halloween ar!" Oh btw, the waiting of cab, one word; Bercinta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One Fullerton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stop; One Fullerton. It was amazing sight to behold. When everyone dresses up even the kids!! Tremendously amazing. By the time i got there i had adrenaline rushing in me. So many people with so many costumes. What caught me in awe, was Mystique i swear her scaly blue body was something i got glued to. Its a shame i do not have a picture of her nor with her. Anyway, i had other characters such as our famous MJ, Woulverine and many more enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we roam the streets. Yes im like a dead drunk bride. Laki aku da lari gi reservist ar! Sebab tu aku macam gitu. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa! Anyway it was a lovely night with the ladies. Im loving each and everyone of you. Hearts Hearts Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hw9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hw9.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/4403499107186631010-4115145884593529402?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/4115145884593529402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-ya-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4115145884593529402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/4115145884593529402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween-ya-all.html' title='Happy Halloween Ya All!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2260667197741992869</id><published>2009-11-05T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T06:55:33.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku ini wanita biasa&lt;br /&gt;Bisa sakit luka karena cinta&lt;br /&gt;Dingin sepi kerap menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Air mata jatuh lukisan raga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-wanita biasa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2260667197741992869?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2260667197741992869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/aku-ini-wanita-biasa-bisa-sakit-luka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2260667197741992869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2260667197741992869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/aku-ini-wanita-biasa-bisa-sakit-luka.html' title=''/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-210237680236515894</id><published>2009-11-02T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:00:13.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hubbyandbear.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/hubbyandbear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy bought me a bear to sleep with while his away for reservist.&lt;br /&gt;i love you sugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-210237680236515894?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/210237680236515894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-and-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/210237680236515894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/210237680236515894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-and-honey.html' title='me and honey'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5595158871827524431</id><published>2009-10-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:02:30.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im suffering from i-miss-my-boyfriend syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. 2 more days to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;counting-down.&lt;br /&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/4403499107186631010-5595158871827524431?l=lilacpopsicle.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-4403499107186631010.post-531279192547465529</id><published>2009-10-27T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:20:38.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish to be in your arms now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now scrutinize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we dine over at Boat Quay. It was a pretty dinner &amp;amp; a blissful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=r5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/r5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was well-spent with love. I really really miss the boyfriend since his off for reservist. Reservist is such a spoiler. Ohmygodddddd. I think my weekend is gonna b such a drag without him. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be home quick dear i love &amp;amp; miss you dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-531279192547465529?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/531279192547465529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovely-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/531279192547465529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/531279192547465529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovely-nights.html' title='i wish to be in your arms now.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2950803157525884254</id><published>2009-10-26T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T04:48:07.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tree Writeup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its ashamed for the fact that i did not host any Raye pictures except the part whereby i go out with my fellow collegues. Anyway, here's a quick summary of Raye. First day wasnt exciting because this year was the very first raye without the sister. Apparently, this nenek had to go to work. So it was down to 3 people. My mum, dad and my humble self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year its always the eldest house first, but this time round my dad's siblings which is better known as my uncle and aunties, decide that they should randomly pick a house for the first day of raye. Well, that's how it all started. I wore red kebaya, mum wore brown dad wore yellow. Yes my family never agreed to have same colors for my 21 years of living. So here are very little pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=af1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/af1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, my sister managed to come along. I guess we got alot of compliments from the kurung we're wearing on this very day, so, credits had to go to my mum who actually sew the kurung herself. And do take note, its called "jahit-tangan" because the kurung was full of beads and she wasnt able to use the sewing machine (i think maybe because, it might break the needle or sumthing along that line.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=af2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/af2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as fast as puase went by, i felt that Raye was equally fast as well. Oh did i tell you, the balloting for next year raye is out and yes out more than 300 malays working and only 2 were choosen to have their leave approved for raye. and im very proud to say i was one of the 2 people that was balloted. Tell me how lucky can i get. WEEEEEE.. I hope and pray to be able to raye with the bf again this year. weee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have always been Kamal's dearest cousin, ( &amp;amp; that's of course without a doubt) so i had to send him to manila last 2 days. Well, he was going for a business trip and i swear he was freaking happy being able to get himself check in on business class. Well, that's what good cousins are for though. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he met up with me at work and together with the rest of his bosses. So let me tell you how he introduce me to his collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone, meet Fatin, my kinky girldfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i rolled my eye when everyone started saying, "oh..ur gf?..wah.. wah tall ar..wah not bad ar ur taste.." Hahhaa. Si Miang ni memang miang. So of course i had to say my part and i said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Firstly, im not kinky and secondly im the cousin NOT the gf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. Anw, I tink Kamal's friend is very friendly and the boss is so blur. Blur-er then an average sotong. But it was good company though. I had to thank Gurmet for giving me the extra hours to spent time with my cousin till his flight to manila departs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy i wish u a safe journey to and fro cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2950803157525884254?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2950803157525884254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-tree-writeup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2950803157525884254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2950803157525884254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-tree-writeup.html' title='Family Tree Writeup.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2066347961436989946</id><published>2009-10-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:55:11.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ran back and ventured through my archives. My days used to be colorful. But now it isnt.&lt;br /&gt;Too mnay puzzles in my head to solve and very little solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some tlc from Zurah JPG &amp;amp; i hope youre reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess honeymoon period isnt always forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2066347961436989946?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2066347961436989946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2066347961436989946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2066347961436989946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/someone.html' title='someone.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-7711588962536821864</id><published>2009-10-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:39:23.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, you know 1/100000 about me for today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3171631535_4cd6b8c40d_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/3171631535_4cd6b8c40d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! An update.It feels good to be back here, writing. A different kind of good. But somehow or rather, lately i have lost my muse to write. The week has been a tad overload with work, But still fine though. It gets pretty routine to wake up at 4:00am everyday. It's like i have been zombified or something. Life is definitely on a still. However, the better part of my "everyday" is knowing that after every 10 hour shift, youre loved one is patiently waiting for you wanting to spent the rest of the day with you. Anyway, Let me just self reflect a litlle. i think i'm alot less angry than i was few days back. I dont want to raise another entry bout this, cause i hope and make believe everything is fine now. Well at least i would like to think it as that way though. Im happy that i dont have to smile with an aching heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, commitemnts and responsibilities a huge sigh. Honey have to undergo reservist. That kind of suck and i doubt i can cope with that cause we have been spending time together every single day together since the start of October and i'm annoyed for the fact that it just had to fall on my 3 days off. OMG OMG OMG. Now i'm gonna be all lonely on my saturday and sundays. Double Sighs. Why the need to reservist? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, my girlfriends at work has sent a mass inviation to a haloween party. I get pretty excited with this piece of news. Hmmmm.... And guess what's filling this brain of mine, Its the plans of what i want to do when i get my kechingsss tomorrow! Yay! Richer by tommorrow. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-7711588962536821864?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/7711588962536821864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-you-know-1100000-about-me-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7711588962536821864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/7711588962536821864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-you-know-1100000-about-me-for-today.html' title='Now, you know 1/100000 about me for today.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-152875344787487463</id><published>2009-10-16T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:14:31.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy deepa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/Untitled-1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dear wishes all a Happy Deepavali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-152875344787487463?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/152875344787487463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/152875344787487463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/152875344787487463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-deepa.html' title='happy deepa'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1409546853861608517</id><published>2009-10-13T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:01:25.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant wait to start</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— The OC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1409546853861608517?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1409546853861608517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-pretend-to-know-what-love-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1409546853861608517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1409546853861608517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-pretend-to-know-what-love-is-for.html' title='i cant wait to start'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-2151056556599461325</id><published>2009-10-12T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:02:03.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im not asking for more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kpw778HH0p1qzc8sro1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/tumblr_kpw778HH0p1qzc8sro1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, The only way to make yourself happy is by keeping yourself occupied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-2151056556599461325?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/2151056556599461325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-way-to-make-myself-happy-is-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2151056556599461325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/2151056556599461325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-way-to-make-myself-happy-is-by.html' title='im not asking for more.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1776418327400150129</id><published>2009-10-11T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:02:33.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish someone said that to me. I wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her&lt;/strong&gt;: What's the first thing you notice when you look at another girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: That she's not you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-1776418327400150129?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1776418327400150129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-someone-said-that-to-me-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1776418327400150129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1776418327400150129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-someone-said-that-to-me-i-wish.html' title='i wish someone said that to me. I wish.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-3190381250111582087</id><published>2009-10-08T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:07:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anni Boyfie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=329324779d71132a0bc933badc6cf71ac5c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/329324779d71132a0bc933badc6cf71ac5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, 8 October 09 marks our half a year relationship. First and foremost, i'm blessed with a boyfriend whose cheographed in such precision that it was perfect from flaws. Sayang, you amazed me, and you still do. Me, being a preson who is always in need of re-assurance, you gave me such security that no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the amount of battles we've been through, it never made me love you any lesser eventhough i hate the part that we fight and cry. I sincerely felt that you made this relationship extremely extraordinaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get my drift.-i miss you &amp;amp; love you always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-3190381250111582087?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/3190381250111582087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anni-boyfie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3190381250111582087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/3190381250111582087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-anni-boyfie.html' title='Happy Anni Boyfie.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5766811620472098563</id><published>2009-10-06T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:58:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ola-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/ola-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. And i hope my love for you will never die, nor fade. And i promise to love you till death do us part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you sayang. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:300%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5766811620472098563?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5766811620472098563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5766811620472098563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5766811620472098563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dear.html' title='My Dear,'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-1785175028536237248</id><published>2009-10-05T23:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:14:40.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A major outing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYE AIDILFITRI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes an overdue entry bout our raye outing. I guess i'll just drop all the pictures for good scrutinization. So we decided that 29th September shall be the date to jalan raye. Warning! Me and Lina were pratically worn out due to we both had to start work at 4:00am, and fortunately, Fizah, being the kind ass, pick us up at my house. Well, at least it spared us from the stares that we have to go through if we were to take the bus or mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our initial plan was to meet up at 11:30am but apparently, it only full strength by 1:00pm. Ni semue case janji melayu. Takpela, i was one of them as well. hahhaha.Anyway, first house was Saleha's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Saleha's it was mine! Yang penting, my mum was working on that day, so there was no one at home. She called me and told me that she already done with the cooking just have to hidang on the table.But no Yusri insist that he wants to panaskan the mee goreng. hhahahha. Da macam chef bob dok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next house the condo! And i swear Iskandar house was spinky squeeky clean! It's so clean till you can see your refections on the tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fianl13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/fianl13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, The funny part was everyone seems to be in love with nuggets, that when he put the nuggets aje tak sampai lima minit dabes. hahaha.. Piranah's in the house. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving off to the next house. Faezah's! I guess faezah won the most pretty house competition. The 2 story machnet, was a lovely sight to behold. It's contry looking causght everyone in awe. Seriously. Cume mak die pat rumah, sebab tu tak bnyak gamba. hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizal feeling feeling pengatin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part, kat bawa blok, deciding on the next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, then it was lina house. I forget to mention one thing, everytime we're in the lift, it feels like we're in kallang stadium. I don't know why Yusri is super excited when he gets into a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lina's i remebered Rizal had to go home. And all of us had no idea why he lfet so abrubtly. Then we thought perhaps he had something urgent going on. So we make our way to khatib, Suhaila's house. It was a long journey and we took pictures while waiting for the rest to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everyone turn up. While we're in the midst of eating and talking, suddenly, "ASSALAMUALIKUM!!!!" hahhahaa, ni part, i call "pengantin da tiba!" Si Rizal sempat tuka baju!!! hahahaha. Da macam pengantin! hahahhaa!!! Everyone was lughing at him. Padahal it was the last house already! hahahahha. Kental!!! hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shots that we took at Suhaila's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a very productive jalan raya that ended at the stroke of midnight. Yang penting we're all happy and bloated and not forgetting a dented and scratched car due to over-excessive racing. From east to West. hahaha. Love you all bapoks and kedis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=final24.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/final24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Selamat Hari Raye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4403499107186631010-1785175028536237248?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/1785175028536237248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/major-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1785175028536237248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/1785175028536237248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/10/major-outing.html' title='A major outing!'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-5681537105175611551</id><published>2009-09-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:44:28.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More upcoming posts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAAF ZAHIR &amp;amp;BATIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/harryr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More visuals in my next entry. With this, i wish all muslims a Selamat Hari Raye, Maaf Zahir dan Batin. &amp;amp; i seek for forgiveness for my wrongdoings from all. Have a good raye people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-5681537105175611551?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/5681537105175611551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-upcoming-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5681537105175611551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/5681537105175611551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-upcoming-posts.html' title='More upcoming posts.'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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-4403499107186631010.post-6690731568013902229</id><published>2009-09-16T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:19:38.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/?action=view&amp;amp;current=love-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp78/00222466/love-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 musketeers who decided to pay a visit to Geylang Serai Bazaar. Their company-priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403499107186631010-6690731568013902229?l=lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/6690731568013902229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/09/burger-ramli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6690731568013902229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403499107186631010/posts/default/6690731568013902229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilacpopsicle.blogspot.com/2009/09/burger-ramli.html' title='Blue and grey'/><author><name>fatinajman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00423003301549066060</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>
