<?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-11087483</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:32.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow will be even brighter than today</title><subtitle type='html'>Young and Living it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-6823829878492861879</id><published>2007-09-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:07:04.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Teacher's Day to all Teachers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Our day to remind ourselves why we're teachers and to remind ourselves that it's all worth it! The kids are worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyhow, just got back from Batam. Went with colleagues and Lydi. Was a great short trip. Left school yesterday. Didn't shop much. Only went to Nagoya for an hour and then we were eating seafood at Golden Prawn. Good food but paying up was a killer. Wat with the big denominations that they're using. Wahahaha...I felt so incompetent to count. In the end we had the lady count for us..Why can't they jsut make our lives easier by using smaller denominations huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;At night, after reaching the hotel, we chit chat with our room mates. Holiday Inn was not wat I expected. For wat I paid, it was totally worth it. An apartment, two rooms, living room and a kitchen! I was impressed. Went over to the other room where the rest were trying to finish up a bottle of vodka cuz cannot bring back to Sg before 48 hours. (Yes, teachers do have fun and loosen up!) Ended up we were talking about how horrible the kids were during the teacher's day celebrations, making noise while we were taking our Teacher's Pledge. Atrocious behaviour. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Woke for breakfast and we went to the spa for the body scrub. That went interestingly well. But I must admit that we were paying more for ambience and convenience. It was near and posh. They had separate huts, somesort villas for every two people to have their massage. Very nice. Too bad didn't bring my cam along. Thot nothing much to take pictures of. If you're the type who need quality massage rather than the frills, don't go there. Heard there's better ones at Batam Centre. But if you don't mind the lesser quality but great ambience. Do check it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Managed to play pool..(rusty after sometime) with Lydi..at the lounge and had Indonesian satay. Thot it was the warong type but it was very much similar to Sg style. Indonesian satay apparently is in cubes and is eaten with ketchup, which tastes great. It was great to be indoors since it was raining heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All in all, I totally enjoyed my Teacher's Day. Nobody pamper me, I pamper myself lor..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, I found this on a website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"If a doctor, lawyer, or dentist had 40 people in his office at one time, all of whom had different needs, and some of whom didn't want to be there and were causing trouble, and the doctor, lawyer, or dentist, without assistance, had to treat them all with professional excellence for nine months, then he might have some conception of the classroom teacher's job. " Donald D. Quinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For all my teacher friends, Happy Teacher's Day once again. Let us not lose sight of the gift of teaching. We learn, therefore we teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why God created teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When God created teachers,He gave us special friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;To help us understand His world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And truly comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;The beauty and the wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Of everything we see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And become a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;With each discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When God created teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;He gave us special guides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;To show us ways in which to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;So we can all decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;How to live and how to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;What's right instead of wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;To lead us so that we can lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;And learn how to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Why God created teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;In His wisdom and His grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Was to help us learn to make our world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A better, wiser place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-6823829878492861879?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/6823829878492861879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=6823829878492861879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6823829878492861879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6823829878492861879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-5065459043798054858</id><published>2007-07-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:24:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My Sunday started with me cleaning the house. Dad's requirement; want go out? Clean house first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Good tactic he has used over the years. Sure works on us. Of course the ocassional bending of the 'law': go back I clean..Haha..Dad has definitely loosened his 'reign' over us over the years. We're all growing up. He went as far as not raising an eye-brow when he heard about my kiddo sister's bf. Wahaha..so not fair..the last time I had a bf, the house was in total pandemonium. I'm not joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So anyway, went to watch Harry Potter. I slept a couple of times. It was that bad. Think i spoke too soon when the movie started, told my sister, "I'm so buying the DVD". It must have jinxed the show. I think it was too much talk, too little magic and action. Bleah..But I've always wished Hermione ends up with Harry. Both look so cute tgt. But just a hunch, Ron's little sister could end up with Harry in the last book. Just a hunch, her powers seem quite powerful in the show. Ok enough of my hunches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So had lunch with sis while waiting for cuzzie to come. Bought this little miniature parfum, that I smelt in Langkawi airport place. Went to my regular shop in Lucky Plaza and asked for discount as usual. The Indian uncle asked his 'boss' and he said ok. Haha..Must be the Indian in me man, brother-sister hood..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpylZiqNUVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ST0I0HkQEeA/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088123537240969554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpylZiqNUVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ST0I0HkQEeA/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shirin arrived and we went jalan jalan a while. Sat down at the Island Cafe (Island shop's cafe at Level 4 Isetan). Quite a nice place to get away from the crowd in town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpylpSqNUWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XwSA1DE0Gk0/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088123807823909218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpylpSqNUWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XwSA1DE0Gk0/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rpyl6iqNUXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BC9YuCJydUw/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088124104176652658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rpyl6iqNUXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BC9YuCJydUw/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpymIiqNUYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qZug5rDA6lw/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088124344694821250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpymIiqNUYI/AAAAAAAAAPY/qZug5rDA6lw/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sister went back after that and Shirin and me headed to Bugis next to change my top from Topshop. She brought me to this nice Ayam Percik makan place opposite Shaw Towers. The chicken was cooked just nice. Real crispy and delicious. But so pedas!! Fuuuh...But you guys should go try it.. Sedap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpymYyqNUZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aROf8tCMZZI/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088124623867695506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpymYyqNUZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aROf8tCMZZI/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Right right, gotta go..selling phone in Chong Pang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm not thin, neither am i fat. But so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-5065459043798054858?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/5065459043798054858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=5065459043798054858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5065459043798054858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5065459043798054858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpylZiqNUVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ST0I0HkQEeA/s72-c/DSC00091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-3454714486061684579</id><published>2007-07-16T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:29:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I've experienced love. True love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Been through the whole myriad of emotions that came along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The butterflies in your stomach whenever you're meeting him soon, knowing you'll meet him soon. Gushing about how good looking he is, and that indeed, he thinks you look pretty yourself. Just wondering, how in the world you got such a great catch. Knowing he likes you and you like him back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The end of the honeymoon period. When reality sets in, when you see the real person, his antics, his interests/his passion (other than you of course), his dislikes, etc. Jealousy also comes in during this phase too. When you feel you have a certain right and that he belongs to you. No- other-girl-better-not-dare-to-be-funny-with-him phase. When you learn that there's more to him than the handsome face, such as his amazing brains for eg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The next phase would probably be when you realise you're really in love with this person. Memorise the way he smiles, laughs and how his hand feels on your hand, etc. How he somehow always never fail to make you smile, make your day. How he fits in your life so good and how his support, comments and feelings mean a whole damn lot to you. At this phase too, that certain amount of possessive-ness continues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Some months lead into some years, and by now, you've grown accustomed to each other. Grown into each other's company, companionship. You both co-exist. There is no him without you and vice-versa. You attend bbqs, friends' gathering, together. You can say, 'Buy 1 get 1 free'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;In this phase, couples tend to take each other for granted, some get bored with the other, some fail to see how much the other is working to make it work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;In the process too, as they go along the years together, some try to change the other. They forgot, &lt;em&gt;Love is about accepting, not changing&lt;/em&gt;. Some fall out of love altogether. Some just feel that they've seen what's there to be seen. That the chemistry is lost, the love died. Some find new loves, (with other people; cheating). For some, the environment changed, changes in their routine and life makes them ponder if the relationship is worth continuing. Or even worse, some just go on with the relationship, not realising that love has changed to companionship/friendship. Some hang on/cling on because they're afraid of being alone. Many things can happen in this phase. In this phase, you either stick on or get out. But for some, the lucky some, this phase means, greater loving, greater understanding and acceptance, moulding themselves into better people made for loving the other. Some decide to get engaged, some to marry, some save to marry. Either way, they grow more in love with each other, committed to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;For the lucky few, after marriage will be a whole different ball game. Don't have much to say about marriage except I'm not ready! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;As for the not so lucky many, whose relationships didn't manage to pull through, you go through another phase called the Getting-over-It phase. This I've been through and I can say a whole darn lot about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm not afraid to admit that reminders of the past do linger in my heart and mind. Those happy cherished memories. But memories, are only that. Memories. Till now, I could still cry about what I've lost; a great, true, first love. Just being reminded of how much I was loved and how much I loved. I know for sure that crying over the past, does not mean that I'm not rising from the past. But sometimes, we need to cry to be stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I guess we are in a generation when crying is unacceptable. You're only allowed to cry after a certain period, anything after that period, you're done for, a total cry-baby. Crying does not mean we're weak, it means we're vulnerable at that point of time, opening our hearts is one of the most courageous thing a human can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To not feel, is inhumane.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;At this point of time, I know I'm getting stronger by the day. Time heals all wounds because we grow to learn managing-mechanisms aka coping with heartpain mechanisms (not listening to the song you both use to, not messaging/chatting with him for some time, etc). Yes of course, singlehood makes one lonely. But for each lonely day, I just think to myself that I thank God, it ended. He's bringing me closer to my next love, hopefully, my life partner. I do wish to be in love now, to get that rush of feeling once more, to have someone I can depend on, love again and be loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;But till the right guy comes along, I'm happy with friends and family. Without them, I don't know how the heck I could have survived last year. I thank God for them and for what has happened, because God loves me. I'm blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;To him, I wish him all the best. We both deserve to be happy with other people, whoever that may be. I had truly loved him and I thank him from the bottom of my heart, for shaping me to where I was. Thank him for loving me, supporting me, the way he did. I could have never asked for a better bf. Yes, Mun, like you said, for moments like this, some people wait forever. We didn't last forever but I didn't have to wait forever for moments we shared. Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3454714486061684579?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3454714486061684579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3454714486061684579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3454714486061684579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3454714486061684579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7268527499472735207</id><published>2007-07-09T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:41:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"And among His sig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ns is this, that He created for you mates from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; among your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;selves, that you may d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;well in peace a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nd t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ranquility with them, and He has put love and mercy between your (hearts): Verily in that are signs for those who reflect" (Quran 30:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Attended Evon's wedding last Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nday. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hough it was hot, the ceremony was short and definitely sweet. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;looked beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Seriously. Gorgeous. Was glad that I was invited to be a part of an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; imp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ortant e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;vent in he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;r life. Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kly, me and Evon had never been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; close, we were Primar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;y school mates. She was my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; prefect. Didn't get to talk to her much in fact. But well life t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ook a whole different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; turn. Who would've known, I'd see her in secondary school, go on an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; overseas trip with her, see her in NIE, rock-climb and also attend her wedding? You never know how life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; turns out see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway babe, congra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ts on your wedding. I wish you much happiness with Danny. May both your lives ahead be filled with la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ughter, joy and love. You both re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ally look happy with each other. Makes me feel that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; all hope is not lost yet for me. Haha. Cheers to all happy, co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mmitted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; coup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;les!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh yes, I was waiting for the " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You may now kiss the bride" part to come in. But it never did. But the couple's cheeky friends we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;re cheering them on to kiss. Hah..."Now married already can kiss on lips". Both of them like shy shy..haha..But they did kiss to please the crowd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aha, the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOnICqViTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j9QiD-ABUUY/s1600-h/DSC04148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOnICqViTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j9QiD-ABUUY/s320/DSC04148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085592160826657074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The gorgeous bride &amp; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOm1iqViSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gTi_NmNeSs4/s1600-h/DSC04142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOm1iqViSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gTi_NmNeSs4/s320/DSC04142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085591842999077154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;And then there were the four bachelorettes and the happy newly-weds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOmnSqViRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wJFaMK1JPMM/s1600-h/DSC04141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOmnSqViRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wJFaMK1JPMM/s320/DSC04141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085591598185941266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The kiss that pleased the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOmaCqViQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zzZt0GlBRJc/s1600-h/DSC04139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOmaCqViQI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zzZt0GlBRJc/s320/DSC04139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085591370552674562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Staring into each others' eyes..Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOmMCqViPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pR1cnm8QL1E/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOmMCqViPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pR1cnm8QL1E/s320/DSC04134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085591130034505970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I've said I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOl6yqViOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yUUvjHZX01A/s1600-h/DSC04131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOl6yqViOI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yUUvjHZX01A/s320/DSC04131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085590833681762530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;My ...did Danny's fingers grow?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOlqiqViNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h47--KbYJYg/s1600-h/DSC04129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOlqiqViNI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h47--KbYJYg/s320/DSC04129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085590554508888274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Get on with it already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOldSqViMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QUXI9icmQ2k/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOldSqViMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QUXI9icmQ2k/s320/DSC04125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085590326875621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOlLCqViLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ywIMFvvLYGk/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOlLCqViLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ywIMFvvLYGk/s320/DSC04122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085590013343008946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Candid shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpIL-yqViKI/AAAAAAAAANw/m93SYeHj7Gc/s1600-h/DSC04154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpIL-yqViKI/AAAAAAAAANw/m93SYeHj7Gc/s320/DSC04154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085140102633851042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Haa...the wedding ring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7268527499472735207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7268527499472735207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7268527499472735207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-do.html' title='I do!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RpOnICqViTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/j9QiD-ABUUY/s72-c/DSC04148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-6313257738213753703</id><published>2007-07-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:35:39.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Feelings and thoughts can be complex, I'm not excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, we're just trying to make sense of what is happening and react to it the best way we know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Planning to catch Dim Sum Ladies in History of Singapore next week! Looks fun and enriching! Haha..since can claim why not just go rite?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Watched Transformers last Youth day. What a day to revisit memory lane, yeah so I didn't watch Transformers in the past. But this version is waaaaay cooler! Steven Spielberg director mah..Effects and visuals superb! Bumble Bee's car is sooo cool too! I was so going...fwah...Woah all the way..Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The world's favourite magic boy's back with the latest Harry Potter movie! Looks real dark and cool...Definitely catching that one for sure! There's also a Harry Potter lok-alike contest, should send in my sister! Wahaha..So many pple commented already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dozing off already on my keyboard. Tomorrow another long day at work, meetings then head home, clean my room after the aircon people fixed the new one up, head to Lil India for Naan with my mates! Can't imagine working 8-5pm! I'll prob just die after a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-6313257738213753703?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/6313257738213753703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=6313257738213753703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6313257738213753703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6313257738213753703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/07/complexity.html' title='Complexity'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-622342108056514069</id><published>2007-06-26T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:09:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-tures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the link to my recent photos for Langkawi holiday which was on last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/fizah"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/fizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very budget holiday but I've enjoyed it the most! Travelling on Air-Asia was really interesting..Haha..even cute budget menus on flight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Maz for the hotel rates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-622342108056514069?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/622342108056514069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=622342108056514069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/622342108056514069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/622342108056514069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/06/peek-tures.html' title='Peek-tures'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-6496158198961207416</id><published>2007-06-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:54:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The red pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgot my home keys just now and had to wait for my mum to end work to get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So there i was cop-ing a seat in Macs alone, marking. Needed a break and took a pic of my red pen with my new hp. Wahaha..it has macro function..dun pray-pray ah..So here's the pic. Not bad eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RoELcPukziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4VGwC1t0a3o/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080354434536754722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RoELcPukziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4VGwC1t0a3o/s200/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Behold the power of the red pen! It can build/break students' esteem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So teachers be careful of what you write with the oh-so-powerful red pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-6496158198961207416?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/6496158198961207416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=6496158198961207416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6496158198961207416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6496158198961207416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-pen.html' title='The red pen'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RoELcPukziI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4VGwC1t0a3o/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-7589973608155531343</id><published>2007-06-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:37:39.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Find this song catchy and meaningful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;for everyone who needs to feel "safe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are fine You are sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I'm still a bit naive with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you're close I don't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't find the words to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel sparks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I don't want to be into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you're not looking for true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No I don't wanna start seein' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I can't be your only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So tell me when it's not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When it's not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or run away(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Say OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you call I don't know if I should pick up the phone every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I'm so shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I don't want to be into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you don't treat me the right way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See I can only start seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you can make my heart feel safe (feel safe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So tell me when it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;When it's not OK&lt;br /&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;br /&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;br /&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;br /&gt;Or run away(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;br /&gt;Say OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me know if it's gonna be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy, you've got some things to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me know that you'll keep me safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't want you to run away so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me know that you'll call on time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me know that you'll help me shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you wipe my tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you hold me close and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So tell me when it's not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When it's not OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you try to make me feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you say alright? (say alright)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you say OK? (Say OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you stick with me through whatever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or run away(Say that it's gonna be alright. That it's gonna be OK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Say OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-7589973608155531343?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7589973608155531343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7589973608155531343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7589973608155531343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7589973608155531343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/06/say-ok.html' title='Say Ok'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-1821884341530291222</id><published>2007-06-25T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:13:00.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have BFF? The group of friends that you can turn to no matter what mood you're in, good/bad, share watever gossip you have with no fear they'd use that against you, pour your heart out to and etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like most girls, I have a set of BFF as well. It was only recently that I felt my set of BFF pretty much have collapsed. It hit me pretty hard during my BD especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now, things are mending. You could say I've pretty much done some damage to a friendship. Poked my head into things that was not in my prerogative to say and you could say, 'Oops I did it again!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate better, this particular friendship has always been a love-hate one. Don't ask me why. It has always been that way. At this point in time, I just feel that when the friendship has been repeatedly been damaged, things won't ever be the same again. Not that I'm not trying. I guess I've come to a point when I'm just tired of maintaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friendship is a little one-sided you can say. Effort to meet up and stay in contact has mostly been on the shoulders of one party. After sometime, I tire of arranging to go out, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was more upbeat about these friendships but it takes two hands to clap. Maybe I'm just tired and disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Everyone disappoints you at some point in your life, make sure you don't disappoint yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-1821884341530291222?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/1821884341530291222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=1821884341530291222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1821884341530291222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1821884341530291222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/06/bffs.html' title='BFFs?'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7819192176303826799</id><published>2007-06-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:26:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;For all my friends and loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my usual list of names for all those that wished me..Think the list keeps getting shorter every yr..Last year celebrate with goats and have my 'oh-so-sweet' cake from Sikkim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yr's celebration was early..Haha..Monday night at 11 plus..went home..Sister said got black-out..She thinks I'm 9 or wat??! Haha..But that was sweet..cut cake..family was making up for not celebrating on the day itself cuz Dad working night shift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spent my day at home, in the aft went to meet my ex-colleagues for early dinner and met my sister in town for some sister-ly bonding thru retail therapy..sounds familiar girls??&lt;br /&gt;Hee..Got myself a pretty pink bag that I've been eye-ing since last week..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the list of friends/loved ones for their well-wishes and for remembering my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ma, Pa (Wo ai ni!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wo de mei mei x 2&lt;br /&gt;3. Lydi (Makcik, our friendship so long already. Really appreciate the effort made into it!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mun (Thanks for coming online to wish me. =) )&lt;br /&gt;5. Syafiqah (Little cuzzie, see you for Langkawi Friday! Woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Auntie Kin&lt;br /&gt;7. Mummy Daddy &amp;amp; Amira&lt;br /&gt;8. Nafsiyah&lt;br /&gt;9. Amin&lt;br /&gt;10. Maz&lt;br /&gt;11. Khatijah (Dei, how did you find out seh?)&lt;br /&gt;12. Jo&lt;br /&gt;13. Ais&lt;br /&gt;14. My IT guy (so he claims! All the way from Thailand, bro..Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Fehmi (Cuz, you remembered!)&lt;br /&gt;16. Shirin&lt;br /&gt;17. Haliah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't miss anyone out. Thank you once again for your well wishes, bd gifts. Very much appreciated..I'm so loved and blessed! Love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Haha..hao lian rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey its the only day in a year that's yours and you can un-shamefully request for anything under the sun! Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-7819192176303826799?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7819192176303826799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7819192176303826799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7819192176303826799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7819192176303826799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-6003683670832680177</id><published>2007-05-30T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:40:04.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Spent a whole lot of time searching for a new blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many really nice ones but had love forlorn headings..bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So decided on this one about life..Take a look at the pictures above..find it meaningful and realistic..with life comes death..natural order of life..what's important is what we do in between..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look is also very neat and the words can be seen very clearly..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking of what to add at the side..Cant think of anything creative/funny to say..Will keep it like that till Newton's apple hit me on my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-6003683670832680177?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/6003683670832680177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=6003683670832680177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6003683670832680177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/6003683670832680177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-look.html' title='New look!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3188464926073742076</id><published>2007-05-26T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:33:03.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing/Enjoying before my adventure starts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's my list of things to do before I start work on the 26th of June..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy clothes for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy stuff for my work space. We're looking at colours and more colours here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do all the stuff I've been wanting to do: kayak and rock-climb (There's more of course but the list changes as often as my mood changes; which is often!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Karaoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Buy educational materials to use for teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Prepare my own Math topical tests for my Mendaki kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Go have fun at Langkawi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Share lesson plans/ideas with fellow teacher-friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Read books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think that's enough for a month. As Jeffrey Goh says, must have vision! Wahaha...&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/11087483-3188464926073742076?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3188464926073742076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3188464926073742076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3188464926073742076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3188464926073742076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/05/preparingenjoying-before-my-adventure.html' title='Preparing/Enjoying before my adventure starts!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-2552466706040494232</id><published>2007-05-21T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:59:49.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm interested, not committed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-2552466706040494232?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/2552466706040494232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=2552466706040494232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/2552466706040494232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/2552466706040494232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-interested-not-committed.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7926720273366723450</id><published>2007-05-21T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:49:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changi Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woke up early today for my nature discovery at Changi Beach this morning. Was early as I waited for my two friends so had my breakfast at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We got there a bit late but managed to capture this image as we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066681325906427954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB30kzCADI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VYG_JEf-jwI/s320/DSC03654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I guess me and Haliah were like 'suaku' down there so excited looking at the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;'Wah so cool!' --- our common phrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Will just be showing the pics and adding some information as I remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5hkzCAFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QXEfzGiJrQI/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066683198512169042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5hkzCAFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/QXEfzGiJrQI/s320/DSC03662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Saw some people collecting bags of these, perhaps for selling them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note: This is similar to poaching. This act deserve no less attention from us, just because the 'poached' are seemingly useless creatures. They all have a part to play in the eco-system. Respect nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB-pEzCAPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AvPzzY5WaLA/s1600-h/DSC03710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066688824919326962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB-pEzCAPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/AvPzzY5WaLA/s200/DSC03710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9XEzCALI/AAAAAAAAALo/80gHJP1ZK1I/s1600-h/DSC03693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687416170053810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9XEzCALI/AAAAAAAAALo/80gHJP1ZK1I/s200/DSC03693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9YkzCANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_NVJEKQcjfA/s1600-h/DSC03698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687441939857618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9YkzCANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_NVJEKQcjfA/s200/DSC03698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9WEzCAJI/AAAAAAAAALY/JXDm-YXOIoU/s1600-h/DSC03678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687398990184594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9WEzCAJI/AAAAAAAAALY/JXDm-YXOIoU/s200/DSC03678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9XkzCAMI/AAAAAAAAALw/9JAMu8nUhCg/s1600-h/DSC03700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687424759988418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9XkzCAMI/AAAAAAAAALw/9JAMu8nUhCg/s200/DSC03700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9WkzCAKI/AAAAAAAAALg/_PT4VO0QloI/s1600-h/DSC03691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687407580119202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB9WkzCAKI/AAAAAAAAALg/_PT4VO0QloI/s200/DSC03691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB-pkzCAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/M2XB69lRCx4/s1600-h/DSC03722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066688833509261570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB-pkzCAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/M2XB69lRCx4/s200/DSC03722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB-oEzCAOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dE-wORwBXkg/s1600-h/DSC03709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066688807739457762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB-oEzCAOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dE-wORwBXkg/s200/DSC03709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Creatures seen above are; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. Snail and the trail it leaves behind on the sand. It moves rather fast amazingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. Fireworm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Sea-hare (the one that looks like a stingray when it opens up), is a mollusk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. Hermit crabs of 4 different sizes changing homes. How amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Elbow-crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Jelly-fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. Mantis-shrimp (this chap moves and flips very quickly. It also stings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5hUzCAEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/52hJdAXg_fs/s1600-h/DSC03658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066683194217201730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5hUzCAEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/52hJdAXg_fs/s320/DSC03658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hermit-crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5h0zCAGI/AAAAAAAAALA/xzNrxg6iMTg/s1600-h/DSC03669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066683202807136354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5h0zCAGI/AAAAAAAAALA/xzNrxg6iMTg/s320/DSC03669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The underside of the sea star. It has tube feet that I saw moving rapidly in the air. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5ikzCAII/AAAAAAAAALQ/HWK9ON77EY0/s1600-h/DSC03684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066683215692038274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5ikzCAII/AAAAAAAAALQ/HWK9ON77EY0/s320/DSC03684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The sand dollar is of the same family as the sea star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5iUzCAHI/AAAAAAAAALI/jBDQuQTbpTY/s1600-h/DSC03675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066683211397070962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RlB5iUzCAHI/AAAAAAAAALI/jBDQuQTbpTY/s320/DSC03675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The molted shell of the moon crab. Crabs, like snakes, 'shed' their shell as they grow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note: Qi yue, do correct me if there's any errors in the facts ya. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All in all, I got home very groggy and sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But going on such nature walks is really relaxing and you won't feel like you're in Singapore. Away from the concrete buildings, and seeing greenery everywhere makes you appreciate God's creations, however 'insignificant' they may seem at face-value. We all have our roles to play in this world. However small, don't forget Frodo in LOTR! Wahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So facing the crowd in Tampines Mall gave me and Haliah such a headache. Back to civilisation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can't wait for my next walk to Sentosa!&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/11087483-7926720273366723450?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7926720273366723450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7926720273366723450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7926720273366723450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RkiNec3Aq8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/R3NAeVqkikU/s1600-h/DSC03639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RkiNec3Aq8I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/R3NAeVqkikU/s320/DSC03639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064453335260638146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RkiNdc3Aq6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q2AF5PURlX8/s1600-h/DSC03637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RkiNdc3Aq6I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q2AF5PURlX8/s320/DSC03637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064453318080768930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RkiRe83Aq-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hRZE6z0lSac/s1600-h/DSC03640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RkiRe83Aq-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/hRZE6z0lSac/s320/DSC03640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064457741897083874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moulding these young minds, this responsibility and commitment I've made.&lt;br /&gt;I'm special because I'm a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-8599905550846881698?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/8599905550846881698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-5564775298811378425</id><published>2007-05-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:22:06.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at Prac Sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday came and it was my last day in my Prac school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CT was on MC so I had the whole day with 5E, had to teach some Math, brought them to the com lab and reminded them I was leaving. One even had the cheek and asked, 'Teacher, you told us this to remind us to give your present issit?'.&lt;br /&gt;Hah..not as if that was not a good thing, to get a present, but shows how cynical these buggers are..Imagine them saying going for a school dinner with drama performance for 20 bucks expensive. Anyway that's side-tracking.&lt;br /&gt;So my 'beloved', 'well-behaved' and 'smart' 5E didn't quite care I was leaving. WTH. So not the reaction I was expecting from this class. Maybe Pri 5 ego big liao..shy to express themselves. Dunno..not about to reason out their bad behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really melted my heart was my last period with 3F. Mind you this was the class, I was always rushing syllabus with, scolding for being noisy and sloppy. This was the class that I was constantly complaining about. Yet, this was the class that the moment I stepped into class, someone asked, 'Miss Hafizah, why are you leaving us? Where are you going?' 'Miss Hafizah, don't leave us!'&lt;br /&gt;Many of them came up to give me their presents, their hand-made cards (made of foolscap paper even!). They queued for a hug from me even! My goodness...even my Pri 2D during contract teaching days didn't appreciate me this much! I was really amazed, as I hugged them, I began to tear..So this is what it feels, to be appreciated as a teacher, its all for this. For gratitude from our students. Ironically I only taught them for what, 7 weeks. Amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures with them..all within a span of 20 minutes, passed them my gifts for them; self-made bookmark, some stationery..They were so excited..Brought them down for flag-lowering and the naughtiest boy in class asked me,' Miss Hafizah are you coming tomorrow?' ' Tomorrow is Saturday, dear.' How about Monday? Will we see you?' 'Miss Hafizah, come teach at Christchurch Sec, my sister is schooling there. So I can see you everyday,'&lt;br /&gt;Childish as the comments may seem..these students appreciate me unlike the 'beloved', 5E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly did not expect to get emotional as I was waving and hugging them goodbye. This was the first class to make me feel very warm and re-affirm this path of life I've chose, this vocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended this talk by Jeffrey Goh in NIE just now, he said, 'Love the unloved, don't love the beloved'. Which I find very true because 5E was loved for being smart, adorable. But that was the mistake I made. Sure, these kids had the brains and sure can talk. But its the students that are dying for your attention, love and care, those unappreciated, that need our love. These are the ones, he said, that you can see change with your love. I totally agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason why I didn't get into Uni. God has plans for me as a teacher. I truly get this now. It used to be all talk and no conviction. Now, I'm affirmed. My adventure begins this July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-5564775298811378425?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/5564775298811378425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=5564775298811378425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5564775298811378425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5564775298811378425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-at-prac-sch.html' title='Last day at Prac Sch'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7242970765484875345</id><published>2007-05-09T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T18:21:26.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Townsville Primary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Oh darn! Bishan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;The school that houses PowerPuff!&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/11087483-7242970765484875345?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7242970765484875345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7242970765484875345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7242970765484875345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7242970765484875345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/05/townsville-primary-oh-darn-bishan.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7928468688197161548</id><published>2007-05-07T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T09:16:41.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Semakau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Been quite a while since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sick last week since the day i went to catch Phantom of the Opera. The set was really good. World class performance! But I heard in London where they did another show, the chandelier was even more dramatic in that it will make noise as it 'swoops' down audience's heads. Real cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;Sent my parents off at the airport on Monday. On MC all that..caught the flu actually and i wasn't fully recovered until last Thursday..Was real bad..had loads of marking to do and there i was coughing away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to my 'first-i-think' nature walk at Pulau Semakau yesterday. Was there at Marina South Pier at 6.35 am. Just nice to catch the boat when i reached. My uncle was driving at 120km/h wooohoo...cuz we were getting late.&lt;br /&gt;The walk was real good. I learnt a lot about inter-tidal creatures. Will post the pics i managed to capture. I just feel the need to beef up my Science knowledge now that I'm gonna be full time soon. Must constantly upgrade ourselves. Like the hermit crab, upgrading houses when it gets too big for the current house.Haha..4-room to 5-room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next nature walk! I've added my friend who is a volunteer guide from an organisation (cant remember which)'s blog. He has more facts on the creatures we spotted on the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yjc3AqzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KZ6hcHw76hU/s1600-h/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608984578927410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yjc3AqzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KZ6hcHw76hU/s320/DSC03610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj51yM3Aq4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Fty2gLkugLQ/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj52HM3Aq5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/DaZelh1CtLY/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061612897294134162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj52HM3Aq5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/DaZelh1CtLY/s320/DSC03598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(top left): The spider conch. Remember seeing them off the shelves when you holiday in some beach places? Yeah, thats the same one!&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a video of it moving! Oh yeah, this naughty lil thing actually came out from its shell giving all of us a scare. It didnt like being overturned for too long a time and wanted to be on its way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(top right): Soaked feet, smiling faces, blue sky and blue sea! I so wanted to swim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had to walk across the seagrass meadow. (below):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yj83Aq1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/OWvJ9v5N30g/s1600-h/DSC03619.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608993168862034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yj83Aq1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/OWvJ9v5N30g/s320/DSC03619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Haliah is posing with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taktse team&lt;br /&gt;shirt. I respect her loyalty! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(below): The scallop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yjs3Aq0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nvnJYS01rFU/s1600-h/DSC03618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608988873894722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yjs3Aq0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/nvnJYS01rFU/s320/DSC03618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5ykM3Aq2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UbRoxLOMRxA/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608997463829346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5ykM3Aq2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/UbRoxLOMRxA/s320/DSC03611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061609001758796658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5ykc3Aq3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B4bQXlLntOk/s320/DSC03615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The upside down jellyfish as seen above. Also have a video of it moving as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(left): The sea anemoniemonie (as said by Nemo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(below): Haliah again posing against the backdrop of blue sky and blue sea! Is this Singapore you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xt83AquI/AAAAAAAAAII/w_Vm2G-fi68/s1600-h/DSC03590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608065455925986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xt83AquI/AAAAAAAAAII/w_Vm2G-fi68/s320/DSC03590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj51yM3Aq4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/Fty2gLkugLQ/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Highlite of the walk!: The Knobbly sea star below is as heavy as a 500g of sugar according to what Haliah said. Darn huge!&lt;br /&gt;My team and I below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xuc3AqwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/llybh2_w-Hg/s1600-h/DSC03607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608074045860610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xuc3AqwI/AAAAAAAAAIY/llybh2_w-Hg/s320/DSC03607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xus3AqxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CjA90En5jRM/s1600-h/DSC03608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608078340827922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xus3AqxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CjA90En5jRM/s320/DSC03608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xu83AqyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8uopNQDhFro/s1600-h/DSC03606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061608082635795234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5xu83AqyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8uopNQDhFro/s320/DSC03606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The underside of the sea star. See how huge it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5w5M3AqtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jFypcT-fN4g/s1600-h/DSC03589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061607159217826514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5w5M3AqtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jFypcT-fN4g/s320/DSC03589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rare heart-shaped cockle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5wr83AqsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pLXAJq-M3Ls/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061606931584559810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5wr83AqsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pLXAJq-M3Ls/s320/DSC03586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's play spot the crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5wOc3AqrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G52FI1vdn3o/s1600-h/DSC03581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061606424778418866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5wOc3AqrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/G52FI1vdn3o/s320/DSC03581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qiyue holding the sea slug that left behind a trail of poop. Too stressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5wB83AqqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/icdbHjnbd_k/s1600-h/DSC03578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061606210030054050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5wB83AqqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/icdbHjnbd_k/s320/DSC03578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haliah and sea cucumber. This cute sea cucumber actually sprouts out water when stressed, through one of its 'holes' . When super stressed, it'll vomit its guts out. And they'll die from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vzM3AqpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/43UuVYz235A/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061605956626983570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vzM3AqpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/43UuVYz235A/s320/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The seagrass that we had to walk across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vjM3AqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9lEe1m5BIVA/s1600-h/DSC03556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061605681749076610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vjM3AqoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9lEe1m5BIVA/s320/DSC03556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking to the forest trail that leads to the place where we were going for our inter-tidal walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country road, take me home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vYs3AqnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/G-tf_QekBvw/s1600-h/DSC03555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061605501360450162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vYs3AqnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/G-tf_QekBvw/s320/DSC03555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vG83AqmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NV_XGGi9cH8/s1600-h/DSC03552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061605196417772130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5vG83AqmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NV_XGGi9cH8/s320/DSC03552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before the sunrise. Missed it cause i needed to go to the loo...Darn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5uyc3AqlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5yr7RRzPKuY/s1600-h/DSC03554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061604844230453842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5uyc3AqlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5yr7RRzPKuY/s320/DSC03554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cotton candy anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More facts and pictures on the creatures in my friend's (Qi Yue aka July) blog. Check it out if you're interested. Real beneficial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-7928468688197161548?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7928468688197161548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7928468688197161548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7928468688197161548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7928468688197161548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/05/pulau-semakau.html' title='Pulau Semakau'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rj5yjc3AqzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/KZ6hcHw76hU/s72-c/DSC03610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-1567277806479533184</id><published>2007-04-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:08:35.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you dare....to be a teacher?</title><content type='html'>Been busy with my attachment which is a mad cycle of work, work and lets see...erm...work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these thoughts were in my head these weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher is a lifetime profession. You'll still be a teacher even though you've resigned. Any idea why? Because you're still remembered by your students..your ex students..your ex students' parents..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teacher means ur subjected to public scrutiny. Imagine wanting to go out on a lazy Sunday afternoon with that slacks of yours. Imagine running into your students dressed the way you are..Sigh...This probably applies to Upper Primary when the students scrutinise the way you walk, dress and talk. But, then again..I just heard this from my P3 students few days back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you saw Ms Lee? Wah today she so pretty! Wear skirt leh.."&lt;br /&gt;You see..they notice that this certain teacher always wears pants..kids ain dumb..we should give them more credit..Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaha..so you know it ain easy being public figures..at least public figures to our kids. I know i still remember my Pri sch teacher. Saw her two yrs back..and wondered..my god..what happened to her? So tired and listless...I can just imagine my students thinking that of me, many long years after..Considering plastic surgery after quitting the profession..Haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..back to work now..Will blog when I feel inspired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-1567277806479533184?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/1567277806479533184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=1567277806479533184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1567277806479533184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1567277806479533184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-dareto-be-teacher.html' title='Do you dare....to be a teacher?'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-357105999614482453</id><published>2007-03-15T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T01:01:23.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year has passed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its exactly a year now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm still mending..but am looking forward to my future..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aza Aza fighting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-357105999614482453?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/357105999614482453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=357105999614482453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/357105999614482453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/357105999614482453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/03/year-has-passed_15.html' title='A year has passed..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-1672267719811221875</id><published>2007-03-15T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:41:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirstie Alley on Oprah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was having my daily dose of Oprah last 2 days and something wise Kirstie Alley said struck me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before dating a man, look at his life without you, how are his chidren (if he's divorced), because his children are a reflection of him, bad mannered kids means this man has not brought up his children well, is he a swinger, etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why this is important is because people in love tend to echo each other..When his/her partner loves animals, they say they love animals, his/her partner wants kids, they want kids..So we can never really know, cuz its all those hormones acting..Hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I find this part about people in love echoing each other is really true, we really do tend to pick up stuff from partners..their way of talking..etc..their opinions on certain issues, our behaviour changes too sometimes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have always been interested in the human behaviour..Well, that was just something to bring up and reflect on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-1672267719811221875?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/1672267719811221875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=1672267719811221875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1672267719811221875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1672267719811221875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/03/kirstie-alley-on-oprah.html' title='Kirstie Alley on Oprah'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-5597356947272030751</id><published>2007-03-07T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:00:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This date used to be important for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But now, I'm just reminded of sweet memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've come a long way since..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-5597356947272030751?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/5597356947272030751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=5597356947272030751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5597356947272030751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5597356947272030751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/03/7th-march.html' title='7th March'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3511013950004042689</id><published>2007-02-28T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:10:31.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is wonderful- Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rhythm of the song is great..soothing..the lyrics are meaningful..about how we won't appreciate the good things in life w/o experiencing the bad stuff..Life comes full circle..strongly believe in that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just wanna share the lyrics with you guys..Singingfish is no longer in existence..So i dunno how the heck i can get more mp3 files to be on my playlist..Will update the list once i find out how!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes two floors to make a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it takes a word to make an action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some work to make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Al la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a night to make it dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it takes a day to you yawn brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some old to make you young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some cold to know the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes the one to have the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes no time to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some tears to make you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some years to make it rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some dust to make it polished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is so full of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is so rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes some silence to make sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a loss before you found it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a road to go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a toll to know you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It takes a hole to make a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is oh love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la love is all sorts of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is holla holla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la next up bushwalla-walla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3511013950004042689?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3511013950004042689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3511013950004042689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3511013950004042689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3511013950004042689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-wonderful-jason-mraz.html' title='Life is wonderful- Jason Mraz'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7631816255726674364</id><published>2007-02-28T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:11:52.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 22nd to a very dear friend of 9 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey babe..You know who you are! I know my post is a day late but oh well..I did wish you on that midnight yeah? Hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But knowing you, you'd want me to mention your name! So here you are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 22nd birthday, Aisyah Haron!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope your day went well with the celebrations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May the year bring you much happiness, success and bless from God..=) May you also be strong in facing life's challenges and thank you for being you, for being one of the constants in my life! Thank you for being my friend for 9 solid years! Ups and downs, we may fight more than the other two..but i guess that's how we show our love babe! Hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, love ya babe! May your 22nd year on Earth be blessed with people you love..=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-7631816255726674364?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7631816255726674364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7631816255726674364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7631816255726674364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7631816255726674364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-22nd-to-very-dear-friend-of-9.html' title='Happy 22nd to a very dear friend of 9 years!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3850693279371332419</id><published>2007-02-28T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:15:15.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend in kl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Friday was a mad rush, woke up the morning to send my mum to pick up her stuff from work..then drove to NIE, printed my assignments, handed in my documents..and went to Jp to pick my locker stuff from Amore then pick Mum up..had a short nap, drove to pick dad up and off to 2nd link..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had to attend a wedding in KL last wkend. Wedding went smoothly. My first attendance at a hotel wedding..I expected more..haha..it was more of a show actually..music,silat la..our food was also ushered in style..but well..The deco was nice and all..the pelamin was also very beautiful..had some Datuks as well to renjis-renjis the couple..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRll1HBBQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rpCRqF6bNRU/s1600-h/DSC03452.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036261983893128450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRll1HBBQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rpCRqF6bNRU/s200/DSC03452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRl61HBBRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0oxXU4--szk/s1600-h/DSC03461.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036262344670381330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRl61HBBRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0oxXU4--szk/s200/DSC03461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRmRFHBBSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EvFWz4VlmUk/s1600-h/DSC03464.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036262726922470690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRmRFHBBSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EvFWz4VlmUk/s200/DSC03464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRmilHBBTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vkI8qle_FIA/s1600-h/DSC03467.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036263027570181426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRmilHBBTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vkI8qle_FIA/s200/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Snapped some pics..To protect the privacy of the bride and groom, their pics are not gonna be posted..who knows its not one of their best pics...and i nicely go post it on the world wide web..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Managed to do some light shopping on the Sunday afternoon..got back to Sg ard Monday morning..almost 1..Had a gd time catching up with relatives in KL and also those from Sg that came for the wedding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Practicuum just started..so far so gd..Got some dramatic news from a friend this evening..Sigh..what is the world coming to??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3850693279371332419?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3850693279371332419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3850693279371332419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3850693279371332419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3850693279371332419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-in-kl.html' title='weekend in kl'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/ReRll1HBBQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rpCRqF6bNRU/s72-c/DSC03452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-2006571916379820361</id><published>2007-02-21T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:42:59.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My K-phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rdsj5FHBBOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vn7cPYLm2xk/s1600-h/qzjgv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033656472047781090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rdsj5FHBBOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vn7cPYLm2xk/s200/qzjgv4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So a good friend intro-ed me to K-dramas..Little did I know what the heck i was getting myself into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RdskklHBBPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DdAQuAMtizY/s1600-h/msg-115308606897.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033657219372090610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RdskklHBBPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DdAQuAMtizY/s200/msg-115308606897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was looking at 2 5-plus all nighters and 3 am nights..Didn't know it'll get me all addicted to it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyhow, the shows are real funny and cute la..how not to laugh and resist the charms of the actors?! The 3 shows I've watched so far are..My lovely Samsoon, Princess Hours and My Girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RdsjkFHBBNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PBnt-KBXeps/s1600-h/r_g0000001222_0_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033656111270528210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RdsjkFHBBNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PBnt-KBXeps/s200/r_g0000001222_0_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Princess hours got me all irritated cuz the guy is so wishy washy..unlike my Dao Ming Si in Meteor Garden. Also the Korean guys ego super big..wah lau..arrogant semacam! But yeah, they make me melt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;For those who intend to watch, here are my recommendations..all 3 that I've watched are great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The music is also great..Will try to find them and add them to my blog playlist..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;No surprise tmr am making the trip down to the DVD shop with this same friend to get my new stock of addictions..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-2006571916379820361?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/2006571916379820361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=2006571916379820361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/2006571916379820361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/2006571916379820361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-k-phase.html' title='My K-phase'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rdsj5FHBBOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vn7cPYLm2xk/s72-c/qzjgv4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-3465289080128867853</id><published>2007-02-11T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:35:44.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst nightmare</title><content type='html'>Gonna be sharing something personal here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I just woke up.Note the timing of the post. It's 3 am now. Anyway I dreamt i was engaged to a public figure in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't see my fiance until the day of engagement. So throughout the whole thing i was thinking, this is so wrong, so wrong..but i couldnt get out of it. And ridiculously the guy was 17! not yet earning..not good looking..my worst nightmare! So the whole ceremony went on without them hearing my silent screams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So it was a very traidtional engagement. Curtains drawn to prevent my fiance from seeing me, i had to eat a little of the rice to signify some acceptance or watever the hell it meant..Ok people please do not laugh. I woke up freaking breathless after all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is not the end of it..So throughout the whole ceremony there were pple with computers and headphones stuck to their ears..Then I was at this table receiving flowers from guests and relatives of my fiance..Apparently some of my relatives caused a commotion and left..Then i was writing on this card, my worst nightmare..Then i realised that i had woken up in the dream, and figuring it out that its all real..not a nightmare! So then i got a call from my friend, congratulating me. I asked her how she knew. She said so her bf's friend was going through the whole friendster list and i was on it and apparently there was a live casting of my whole engagement ceremony on NIE portal! Ridiculous! Haha..I know some of u may be rolling on the floor with this..I know..I'm cringing myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next, I felt darn pressured, people were staring at me, my actions..and I wanted out bad..Was wondering how the rest of my life would be. Then couldnt even click with my fiance...i felt a little like japanese royalty..i dunno why..everyone has to be perfectly made up..pretty all the time..etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So i called a friend and she said, well give it a shot, at least she did give it 3 dates before wanting out from this other guy she as out with. And even then there was no public pressure to 'perform'..no puns intended..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The whole story ends with me waking up thoroughly disturbed, questioning if i was engaged, and breathless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Smsed a friend and she comforted me and ends with....to update her if there are any continual episodes...Some friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's positively my worst nightmare! Gotta wash my legs now...Feeling ZZzzz...Night all..may nightmares not haunt me this time round...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3465289080128867853?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3465289080128867853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3465289080128867853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3465289080128867853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3465289080128867853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My worst nightmare'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3229416840757714130</id><published>2007-02-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:31:53.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Fundamentally Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Caught the play Fundamentally Happy at the Singapore Museum just now. I seem to be visiting museums a lot in a span of a week. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Before anything, here are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQGIluLOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/57KoxJn5knQ/s1600-h/DSC03424.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029553318925315298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQGIluLOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/57KoxJn5knQ/s200/DSC03424.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQcoluLPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ii4QgjAmTUI/s1600-h/DSC03426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029553705472371954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="121" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQcoluLPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ii4QgjAmTUI/s200/DSC03426.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyRFYluLRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/r3tsORtuaEM/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029554405552041234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyRFYluLRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/r3tsORtuaEM/s200/DSC03427.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyPr4luLNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/b6kiWXgHbIQ/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029552867953749202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="120" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyPr4luLNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/b6kiWXgHbIQ/s200/DSC03423.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQuIluLQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V1nb17F4w28/s1600-h/DSC03429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029554006120082690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQuIluLQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/V1nb17F4w28/s200/DSC03429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The play was OK. It had a realist theme and was a little confusing. The play focuses on 2 characters mainly, 2 old neighbours, more like mother and son. So Son comes back to visit 'Mother' after 20 years and it was revealed that 'father' had raped Son. The play deals with phedophilea, ironic human emotions. It was later realised that Son had actually wanted to be 'raped' because he lacked the human touch in his own home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sorta opened my eyes to the fact that the society is quick to blame the predator, but never thought about how the prey had actually liked being 'raped'. I'm not saying that we sympathise with the predator, but it has casted light on how the prey could have felt. Though we should not assume once again that all prey liked being 'raped'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mother was a Madrasah teacher who taught Happiness to her students yet ironically her husband is the cause of much unhappiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The play got confusing when Mother tried to get Son to think that he was imagining things and was actually having a memory selection. But Son was convinced he was raped. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the predator of this play was never shown throughout the whole thing. Apparently it is to bring focus to other themes of the play other than phedophilea. It is also to have the audience have their own visualisations or thinking towards the predator, the director didn't intend to sway the audience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in all the play was okay..Still waiting for a production to wow me...=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3229416840757714130?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3229416840757714130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3229416840757714130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3229416840757714130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3229416840757714130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-fundamentally-happy.html' title='I&apos;m Fundamentally Happy'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RcyQGIluLOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/57KoxJn5knQ/s72-c/DSC03424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-7712846334417107715</id><published>2007-02-09T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:44:59.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Links updated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added new links to my blog. Please check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more beautiful pictures of Sikkim and the Himalayas through a Flickr contact of mine, JratCliffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also more pictures of Taktse International School through some other project of his. Do check them out! Amazing pictures! Mashallah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-7712846334417107715?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7712846334417107715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7712846334417107715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7712846334417107715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7712846334417107715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/links-updated.html' title='Links updated!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-23718280631987497</id><published>2007-02-09T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:21:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics at ACM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu9xoluLLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/315GhQdocXM/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu9xoluLLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/315GhQdocXM/s200/DSC03328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029322069296164018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5L4luLDI/AAAAAAAAACo/CD5LIYJ61BQ/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5L4luLDI/AAAAAAAAACo/CD5LIYJ61BQ/s200/DSC00399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029317022709591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu6ioluLGI/AAAAAAAAADA/A8i-L8NVbxM/s1600-h/DSC03351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu6ioluLGI/AAAAAAAAADA/A8i-L8NVbxM/s200/DSC03351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029318513063242850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5L4luLDI/AAAAAAAAACo/CD5LIYJ61BQ/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  Gamelan  practice at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5L4luLDI/AAAAAAAAACo/CD5LIYJ61BQ/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Performing Arts Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu8XYluLJI/AAAAAAAAADY/bMqSmoQcjfs/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu8XYluLJI/AAAAAAAAADY/bMqSmoQcjfs/s200/DSC03340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029320518812970130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu70IluLII/AAAAAAAAADQ/mfV9elMmwnk/s1600-h/DSC03353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu70IluLII/AAAAAAAAADQ/mfV9elMmwnk/s200/DSC03353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029319913222581378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu7FIluLHI/AAAAAAAAADI/RfTMMgzBT7o/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu7FIluLHI/AAAAAAAAADI/RfTMMgzBT7o/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a Jie Rai &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5BoluLCI/AAAAAAAAACg/D2Pgi56JnLc/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5BoluLCI/AAAAAAAAACg/D2Pgi56JnLc/s200/DSC03341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029316846615931938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu5BoluLCI/AAAAAAAAACg/D2Pgi56JnLc/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;Knocking on Heaven's Door&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu9PIluLKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yXRycnaTT00/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu9PIluLKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yXRycnaTT00/s200/DSC03345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029321476590677154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The peacock at the Indian Gall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu-ColuLMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9uyf1yJsXjo/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu-ColuLMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9uyf1yJsXjo/s200/DSC03334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029322361353940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Masks used in Indonesian theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-23718280631987497?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/23718280631987497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=23718280631987497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/23718280631987497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/23718280631987497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/pics-at-acm.html' title='Pics at ACM'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/Rcu9xoluLLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/315GhQdocXM/s72-c/DSC03328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-2112142647745794362</id><published>2007-02-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:32:17.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices...</title><content type='html'>Was happily having lunch with a friend and a bombshell was dropped on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it struck me to write this post..With no names attached watsoever..with no specific examples to protect the identity of the witnesses of this case..I hereby begin this post..Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe that before u can love others, love yourself first. Before you want to make others happy, u make urself happy first. Because people sense unhappiness in you, and it affects them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe in making a conscious effort in choosing who you keep close to your heart and those whom u feel is best to avoid. A lot of factors contribute to this choice. One of them would be how they contribute to make u better. How they are a positive energy in your life. It can be viewed as being selfish but let's face it..In the long run, you're in this life faced with your own issues, own goals..Choosing wisely is the only wise thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is complicated when it's made complicated. Look at the bigger picture. Think of your future of the non-existence of it when u choose to keep this person close to you. How will it affect you? Your family? Your friends? Are you prepared to face society's stereotype or pressure? Are you settled in your life and where it is heading to take this on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My advice to my friend is this.. Dun shut your eyes to the reality, though the reality hurts. Think more deeply about the issue. Do not be selfish to others that you love. Why shoot youself in the foot? You mean more to them than u actually know. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own blunt words: Ciao before it gets deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A man forced against his will, will be of the same opinion still..~ Khidir's philosophy lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-2112142647745794362?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/2112142647745794362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=2112142647745794362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Born To Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Doing everything that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Going by the rules that I've been taught&lt;br /&gt;More understanding of what's around me&lt;br /&gt;And protected from the walls of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in talking what you should have been&lt;br /&gt;And regretting the things that went on&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of mistakes, destinies and fate&lt;br /&gt;Remove the clouds look at the bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;And all that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;All I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-4815240835306189586?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/4815240835306189586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=4815240835306189586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/4815240835306189586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/4815240835306189586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/delta-gooodrem.html' title='Delta Gooodrem'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-7707108871320825623</id><published>2007-02-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:44:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great 3 days..</title><content type='html'>My thurs till today was a great 3 days..enjoyed myself on all 3 days..=) Hee...Smiley smiley now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow now I feel much happier and less worried and anxious..perhaps u can say I've finally let go..And it takes a whole lot of unhappiness off my heart and face..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ended school early on Thurs, headed to Sim Lim with Katy and Lina..hee..took less than half an hour from NIE..too late we discovered this too late..NIE ending liao..So after that we went to makan Naan with nihari..at Lil India..the Thaipusam procession was going on..somehow so happy I was there..I swear I must've been an Indian in my past life..Haaha..So happy everytime I'm there..dunno y..Also went to Mustafa to get my lotion..Oh yeah before that Lina was worried abt parallel parking..haha..all female drivers' nightmare..so we found ard 3 slots consecutively that only required her to drive into the slots..lucky her..last time I was there and had to parallel park, I had 2 nice 'aka's to help direct me into the slot..haha..funny..So we headed back home after that..my afternoon out at Lil India..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had school and headed to Changi chalet for the Green Club BBQ on Friday. Was fun..Jabbar always manages to make things funny and lively..the girls are also super warm and friendly..always feeding us the bbq food which was so sweet of them! Haliah's bf also sent us to and back home which was again super nice..Haliah! Do not let him go! =) His car is sooo cool! Hee..Managed to sit down by the Changi Beach Club jetty with the girls and we started chatting like old friends..=) Amazing how girls can connect automatically after talking abt their past loves and etc..The power of girl talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to ACM with Rai, after Mendaki just now..Was good..a total of 8 galleries I went. Took some pics which will be uploaded soon. Initially wanted to catch Gamelan Rhythms, a team practising. That was great as well..Went through the West Asia/Islamic gallery..Also the India:south east asia gallery..They have very interactive booths also corners to practise speaking the different Indian 'dialects', play Indian games and etc..Everyone should go to the ACM! Enjoyed myself most in the India gallery..See I told u I must've been an Indian in the past..Oh yar i also tried playing the Turkish drum. Was fun..Learnt about the travels of Ibn Batutta..Interesting stuff..but super tiring!&lt;br /&gt;We in the end makan at Jalan Besar Food Centre and I had the delicious Mee Kuah! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enjoyed myself very much on these 3 days..=) Hope these days come more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Toodles~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-7707108871320825623?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/7707108871320825623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=7707108871320825623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7707108871320825623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/7707108871320825623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-3-days.html' title='Great 3 days..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-8993793494567021442</id><published>2007-01-26T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:43:13.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I aspire to be more positive thinking this year..be optimistic..Helps me get through the bad times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr Isaac! Mr Isaac Mendez! --- Hiro, Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-8993793494567021442?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/8993793494567021442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=8993793494567021442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8993793494567021442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8993793494567021442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/01/positivity.html' title='Positivity'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-8127077403407623650</id><published>2007-01-25T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:34:21.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection is passe, flaws show humanity</title><content type='html'>Was watching Tyra Banks Show on the episode 'Unusual Eating Disorders' last few days. Heard all kinds of stories, girl who eat paper, men who are 'manorexic', (yes, you read right, 'manorexic'!), girls who chew then spit out the food and etc. Tyra was commenting that the girl is brave for letting her story be in the limelight of the world which i found was great. Applause should be given to such people who dare face to their flaws, to expose their vulnerabilities, in hope of self realisation and self betterment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had my Math presentation yesterday which went rather well. Thank god i was presenter 1. Had a shocking and emotional news to handle before that, but had to quickly recover from it and put on a good show. Said some mean stuff to that person who hurted me but well let bygones be bygones..Did apologise afterward for my harsh reaction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this episode, I'd like to thank my girlfriends (Rai, Maz, Haliah, Ais and Liza! Love you guys!) for being my support net. For being there for me through hard times and good times, my tears and smiles..For being my thrash out emotional buddies. Life is made easier with great friends to accompany you through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at StarBucks Bugis St yesterday with Ais and stumbled in on their coffee prsentation..They were launching their new coffee and we sampled it, were taught the art of coffee tasting..It was cool..They brought in a basker to play us some songs..Also, I won a voucher from Starbucks..So got a free drink! Heh..shared with Ais and did some girl-bonding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quote worthy stuff from gd friends which I've been mantra-ing to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep your heart intact.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of the time we are strong, sometimes we're weak. Forgive yourself for that moment and get on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't frown minah, I know you're frowning on the other end!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be gentle to yourself, you're only 21! Take it easy..Can you imagine yourself at 30?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Once again, would like to thank my friends, for being the people you are, for loving me the way I am, I adore you guys! For knowing me that well..and for wanting the best for me..Love you guys! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-8127077403407623650?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/8127077403407623650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=8127077403407623650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8127077403407623650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8127077403407623650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/01/perfection-is-passe-flaws-show-humanity.html' title='Perfection is passe, flaws show humanity'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3521289256469183433</id><published>2007-01-22T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:39:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The movie MetroSexual</title><content type='html'>Watched Metrosexual at Tampines Mall just now with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda good though the storyline was a simple one. 4 girlfriends trying to expose that their other gf's future husband is a gay. What set me laughing was the sexual innuendos in their script and of course the thai language. So kecoh and sorry if I'm being rude but darn farnie...Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the movie gives tips on how to tell if a guy is gay, since in Thailand where the sex industry thrives, we never know if yor husband is gay, transexual or homo..Haha..So anyway its a must see on a Monday-Wednesday..to destress..But i paid 9.50 for it. A little too pricey for this kinda shows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3521289256469183433?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3521289256469183433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3521289256469183433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3521289256469183433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3521289256469183433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/01/movie-metrosexual.html' title='The movie MetroSexual'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-1107856610756670511</id><published>2007-01-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:33:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dun feel up to adding posts on what I've been up to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hope you enjoy the new songs I've added to my playlists. These are the stuff I've been listening to on my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also added a cartoon video in my 'tag' and also my countdown timer. Heh shall keep it a secret as to what am I counting down on to yar..heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard Africa in the car with my parents. Hah..I have an old soul my Aunt said. I think most of us do enjoy the old songs our parents listen to..They're 'simpler' and calming to listen to compared to the digitally engineered music we listen to these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for ugly betty vidoes to upload and gonna watch it soon enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It only gets better after this. It better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-1107856610756670511?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/1107856610756670511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=1107856610756670511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1107856610756670511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1107856610756670511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/01/dun-feel-up-to-adding-posts-on-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-8938959051454239326</id><published>2007-01-06T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T11:46:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Here's wishing to all my friends and those readers of my blog, a very Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;May the new year bring joy, wisdom and happiness to us all. May it be a year of dreams fulfilled and goals achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushering in the new yr I had some matters of the heart issues to settle. Some call it closure, some may call it 'letting go and moving on'. Anyway, had that settled come the new year and I'm determined to do either of it. Am gonna touch a bit on this tonight before i zonk to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was reading some sites about how to let go. I mean how technical can i be right but i guess these stuff helps coupled with a few friends' past experiences with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what i can remember off hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go means to know that there is nothing you can do to help the situation. That your best is really enough (some may argue, your best isn’t enough). It means to not take centre stage in that person’s life or to let that person take centre stage in your life. It means to know that the person has to grow as a person but it is not with you. It means to allow yourself the chance to grow and experience other aspects of life with other people. It means giving yourself the chance to love yourself once more and not to be tied down to the grief and anger of the heartbreak. It means to smile again and live life. (the last few sentences is by me..heh..feeling inspired)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, this isn’t restricted to romantic relationships but can be applied to a parent-child relationship where the parents are holding on to their baby girl and boys, thinking that they can forever hold on to their babies though they’re all grown up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I personally feel that in any relationship, there has to be a degree of ‘letting go’. Be it parents, lovers, friends or siblings. It’s when you feel that you have no control over the outcome of the situation and that you trust that things will turn out for the better. It’s this liberation that you feel inside that the other party will do what’s best. If on the contrary you refuse to ‘let go’, would mean an anxious and worried you. An angry and unhappy you that hasn’t let go of the past and forever feels that things could’ve been different. You’d be thinking ‘if only you/I didn’t…’ By letting go, you’re realizing that holding on will only bring you pain and you’re denying yourself of the possibility of happiness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2006 was a year of many happenings and great emotional journey. But I’ve learnt a lot about myself and what’s important in life. Once again, I wish 2007 a great year for all of us!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11087483-8938959051454239326?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/8938959051454239326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=8938959051454239326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8938959051454239326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8938959051454239326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-1404105201053181251</id><published>2006-12-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:34:58.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash floods, fog, haze, earthquakes, eruptions and the works</title><content type='html'>It's depressing seeing how the world is on red alert with environmental disasters. Aceh hit with floods after being hit by the tsunami. Dah jatuh ditimpa tangga. Translated: Fallen already but fell down the stairs. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pay a visit to my uncle who lives in JB, Skudai last Sat. His whole village of 500 families were affected by the flood. He was coming back from a wedding on Sun and came back. The flood level was at his roof already. Everything gone; furniture, electrical appliances, his 2 old cars, his goods in his car (he's a pasar malam seller), my cousin's books, everything. He managed to find his passport days later. Its sad to see how his place had turned out. It was full of mud and the river nearby his place was still 3/4 high. Apparently this happened in 2001 but not as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had kenduri on Sun at my aunt's place. Monday went to Bugis street to shop with my sister. Didn't buy anything. My ketupat bag that i am looking for doesnt come in the pearl-ish colour anymore and its almost 60 bucks. Madness. Anyway cannot spend on that bag anymore. Just got Be delicious. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Lydi and her fiancee yesterday in town after she finished work. They make a great couple. So comfy with each other and he's nice after warming up a little. Wishing them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NIE with Haliah just now. The place was a ghost town. Went to borrow some books to prepare for my Math LP. Sigh..Holidays also must do work. Unbelievable. We went for Thosai at Lil India with Rai. I must admit eating in that old eatery with them makes me feel like I'm in Calcutta. Haha..old memories..Headed to Mustafa and shopped. Smell and smell the perfumes until confused and dunno which was which. Heh..Had to head back earlier after that cuz we were having a mini celebration for my youngest sis..her bd was during kenduri day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna destress myself a bit before heading to sleep..Oh yar a recommended read: Notes from an even smaller island by Neil Humphreys is great! Reading it now. So far, so funny and honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-1404105201053181251?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/1404105201053181251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=1404105201053181251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1404105201053181251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1404105201053181251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/12/flash-floods-fog-haze-earthquakes.html' title='Flash floods, fog, haze, earthquakes, eruptions and the works'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-5883637485207354999</id><published>2006-12-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:32:48.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to play pool with the girls at the place beside Paradiz centre. It was packed with students so we waited for our turn. The girls played the games at the arcade while waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Here are some pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgSoQ0hp9I/AAAAAAAAABY/a8QtzhaFUi4/s1600-h/DSC03251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgSoQ0hp9I/AAAAAAAAABY/a8QtzhaFUi4/s200/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010275068369020882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgRwg0hp7I/AAAAAAAAABI/xdP8w9_jh-c/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgRwg0hp7I/AAAAAAAAABI/xdP8w9_jh-c/s200/DSC03233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010274110591313842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgUIw0hp-I/AAAAAAAAABg/BSMptn5IhLc/s1600-h/DSC03223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgUIw0hp-I/AAAAAAAAABg/BSMptn5IhLc/s200/DSC03223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010276726226397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had tuition on Thurs. New tutee..Pri 6. Need a lot of work but its always challenging to get weak students to guide. Met Lydi after her work in town. Sat down for coffee at Starbucks. Was great catching up with an old friend. Re-connecting. We went to get a gift for Jansy at Body shop. Had dinner at Mac Cafe and headed back. Lydi's engaged and planning to tie the knot next 2 yrs. So to all who thinks she's married. No she's not. Its amazing how your friend who is still single but not available, can be perceived to be married and such. Talking about that; my old sec sch teacher thought i was married cuz i was mentioning about not wanting to sell my flat [my flat is 5 yrs now and agents are constantly asking if i wanna sell my flat]. Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had to send my grams to TTSH for her appointment. Her medicine costed 300 bucks. Realise how imp health is. I'd rather be spending money on fitness and health now than when i'm sick and my Medisave is bleeding fast. Scary thought. Also headed to town to catch Eragon. Was an ok movie. The effects not as great as LOTR though. Plot is not bad. 3 popcorns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Austin Golf Resort in JB. Nice place. Got Mummy's brother in law who is a member to help get us cheaper rates. Soaked ourselves in the jacuzzi and used the sauna there. Was a great experience. Relaxing. Played some pool again with my sister and some table-tennis cum badminton [we started hitting the ball high like badminton]. Was my first time playing. But it was silly-fun..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got back at 5 from JB the next day and went to Jansy's birthday party at OCC. Food was great. Music was ok. Games were ok la. Jans looked superb. Have some pics here&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYge2g0hqAI/AAAAAAAAABw/Iof3noSTtPY/s1600-h/SANY0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYge2g0hqAI/AAAAAAAAABw/Iof3noSTtPY/s200/SANY0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010288507321690114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgebQ0hp_I/AAAAAAAAABo/n0u0Lz99zNQ/s1600-h/DSC03272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgebQ0hp_I/AAAAAAAAABo/n0u0Lz99zNQ/s200/DSC03272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010288039170254834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-5883637485207354999?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/5883637485207354999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=5883637485207354999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5883637485207354999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/5883637485207354999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/12/updates.html' title='Last week'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RYgSoQ0hp9I/AAAAAAAAABY/a8QtzhaFUi4/s72-c/DSC03251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-1565485886951475145</id><published>2006-12-19T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:28:06.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and spinsterhood [at 21???] God forbid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok back to what Azhar said about cats and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: So you have 2 cats now huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yar, why?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh better not tell you, later you get angry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just say la..&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, they say women with cats will be spinsters.&lt;br /&gt;Me: [half wanting to kickbox A but since I was driving, decided against it] What???? So what if i'm single? Blah..blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: A should know when to shut up sometimes. A's plain irritating. If you're A and you're reading this, you better not be saying this to me between now and till i'm hitched. No wait...between now and forever..which means never again!&lt;br /&gt;If you're not A and you're reading this, just know that spinsterhood is not in my plans..furthermore i'm only 21! Give me a break!! Bleargh!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-1565485886951475145?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/1565485886951475145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=1565485886951475145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1565485886951475145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/1565485886951475145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/12/me-and-spinsterhood-at-21-god-forbid.html' title='Me and spinsterhood [at 21???] God forbid!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3730403609124942567</id><published>2006-12-12T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:59:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of Chub-Chub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX3-zPXbi7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBg_B20lyK0/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX3-zPXbi7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBg_B20lyK0/s200/DSC03203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007438516957449138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX3-gvXbi6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g3Tmna4oJZg/s1600-h/DSC03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX3-gvXbi6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/g3Tmna4oJZg/s200/DSC03213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007438199129869218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX36ifXbi3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VINyQtCr6_o/s1600-h/s%C2%A1c.%C3%B8F.L%C3%BCV001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX36ifXbi3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VINyQtCr6_o/s200/s%C2%A1c.%C3%B8F.L%C3%BCV001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007433831148129138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain he cute??? Picked him up from under Mummy's house. 4 months old. Male. Gentle but cheeky kitten. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; up for adoption. I mean it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3730403609124942567?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3730403609124942567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3730403609124942567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3730403609124942567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3730403609124942567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/12/pics-of-chub-chub.html' title='Pics of Chub-Chub'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2hP9bHOdAI/RX3-zPXbi7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBg_B20lyK0/s72-c/DSC03203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-8521866552676582668</id><published>2006-12-12T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:28:58.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My update from 3 weeks back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My my..it just keeps getting longer since my last update..Heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So looking through my calendar now..ok updates from 20th Nov-12 Dec (Pay day!!2.2!2.2!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20/11-26/11--Got sick on the 22nd (just mainly diarrhoea and vomitting), not a nice sight..mainly did that for the whooole day..ate porridge, puke, ate banana, puke..wat the hell..It carried on till the next day.. and had to give my Aunt's musical a miss..heard from Mum it was very good, Esplanade quality..Man..would just need to content myself with their VCD then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Knowing me I was itchy to get out of the house after being in bed for 2 days, by the next day.  So went to send the team to Surabaya with Maz and headed to Vivo to catch Happy Feat. Ais joined us after school. It was great animations but basically cartoons with musicals just don't appeal to me..got a little irritating..though the Penguin dunno watzitsname was very funnily cute when it sang, 'if you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me'. Haha...the environmental message it was putting across was kinda cool as we begin to see how captured animals in the zoo feel (trapped!)  Also referring to humans as aliens. But it was a bit idealistic with the ending when humans finally took notice of the fact that they were disrupting the food chain, when the penguins started tapping their feet away..But then again supposed to be a show for the family..depressing endings should not be there..So everyone walked out of the theatre happy and smiling..while i was left a little disappointed..Call me a cynist..Heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Looking through my calendar again..Oh yeah managed to catch the Puteri Gunung Ledang Musical with my Aunt. We got restricted viewing seats meaning we couldnt see the moon on the set..haha..Aunt brought binoculars (serious!) to see the handsome star and the facial expressions of the actors on stage. Had some uncle sat beside me and he was talking about the seats he could have gotten..on and on..for 15 minutes till the show started..So irritating..Anyway after the intermission his whole row of family members didnt make it in time and i guess his family went back. Either that or he managed to get those blardy seats he was supposed to get..bleah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;27/11-3/12-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Went on my ECP recce with the girls for the BBQ we were planning for my AI Malay Express students..It was raining and we headed to Parkway Parade thereafter to have lunch. Was sitting at Coffee Bean discussing details for the BBQ when Liza and Maz realised they lost us half way through their talking as Ais and Me were busy being serenaded to by Hady..Keke..Don't get me wrong..No Hady wasn't there to sing to us both..I wish! Haha.. but Coffee Bean was near Music Junction and Hady's latest CD was being played..Ok so i'm just being hopeful and silly..Oh well its tiring being serious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to send Daddy to TTSH to have his endoscopic check up. His condition is worrying but wat can we do. Slept over Mummy's place and we went to the Expo JL Sale..Nothing much..Doesn't feel like a sale as well..Cooked Sup Tulang along with Daddy's help for my dad and sis..their birthdays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad and I had a little tension. Something about me not doing the housework. It is irritating as sometimes i feel his love for me equates to the amount of housework i do. But hell..I'm just being super sensitive about this. I know its not like that. Things are okay now anyway. Tiffs between parent and child is normal..I guess its healthy..only.. if its once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My new cat arrived and oh its so cute! Will post a few pics of him..Sent him to the vet to get him checked up and de-wormed..cute little thing was actually purring when the vet checked its heartbeat..So different from Ash when he was being checked up..Ash was hyperventilating! Haha..Oh yeah the cute little thing's name is Chub-Chub..Crowd Pleaser that one..But it has been chasing Ash around the house..Poor Ash is too gentle a cat to chase him back..Funny la to see small cat chase big cat..Heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4/12-10/12--Went to Night Safari with my sis, cousin and Maz and her sister. Its not what its hyped up to be..but the show was fun with the very funny zookeeper as the 'host'. But there's definitely more animals to see in the Zoo rather than the Night Safari. The suspension bridge is pathetic..My sis went like,' Kak, i think we just walked on the bridge..'..Me: 'You think??' Taking the tram is a definite as the place is real dark and walking would take ages..So by default the admission price is $28 including the tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to try Belly Dancing at Amore. Was a new experience with Arabic music playing and me dancing to it.. Will definitely get the hang of it with more classes. Was fun..the newbies all stood behind..usual trend..heh..Imagine its the only class that I see some fat on the instructor. Heh..And she doesn't look so bad. She's from Netherlands..Land of the Orange..and her name's Maryam. Waiting for Michelle from my KB class to come back. Her KB classes are fun and light-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to learn how to cook from Mummy. Ayam Kicap. Have yet to try cooking it. Then went to Maz's place to help marinate the chicken the girls bought for the BBQ. Went to Amore at night. Working on strength training more these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Mummy's place again to learn Sup Ayam. Supposed to go Amore. Booked KB class but it was too rushed to cook. Went back and had Ngaji at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just got news from my sister. Hady has a gf!! Model-chick..Dang! Haha..not that in the first place I'd ever stand a chance..Or rather..not that in the first place I'm so crazy about him..I'm not..really..I'm not la...reeeeally...Ok back to updates..See? Life is about bouncing back on track when news stunt you..Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Took the car out and fetched Maz, Ais and the Nasi Goreng from Mummy's place for the BBQ day. Got there early at around 10am. Had a dip in the sea as well..it was too inviting..The turn out was not bad la..12 was the expected guess number only the guests didn't turn out to be who we expected. Just generally speaking..with no reference to anybody..just something i noticed for gatherings..when gfs/bfs come along with friends, its better that these gfs/bfs know how to talk to people. Hey..Its super irritating that they stick to their respective gfs/bfs and well the whole point of a gathering is to catch up with friends right? How can we do that when your gfs/bfs are stuck with you. C'mon...Just a reminder to all those couples out there..Its fine to bring ur better/or not better half along for gatherings..but pls its not a date..its a gathering..Think social dynamics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyhow got "lost" and went all the way to AYE (Jurong)..Heh..instead of gg back to Woodlands straight. So sent Lydi back. Was fun cuz we girls we all 'attacking' Azhar. I tell you he's getting more talkative and irritating. But well it has always been in his nature to irritate..All in good fun..But he did say something that was super irritating..which i will address in my next post. Watch out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This marks the end of my loong update..Sorry if its tiring to read..Well you can read it in parts..Just a suggestion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-8521866552676582668?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/8521866552676582668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=8521866552676582668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8521866552676582668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/8521866552676582668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-update-from-3-weeks-back.html' title='My update from 3 weeks back..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3859429497133801955</id><published>2006-11-27T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T02:38:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week last 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Had to give an assembly talk on Monday with Bel, one of my team mates from the Sikkim team at Xishan Primary. Our usual post expedition talks. Thereafter had Surabaya project meeting at NIE and went back. The project preparations are going well..however there are not many people going. The dates are just bad for the Yr 1s with their GESL and their exams. No escaping that..If all goes well the team will be flying next Friday (by the time i post this, the team flew last Friday..haha..)..hopefully all goes well there as well..=) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/926847/DSC03092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/200/978089/DSC03092.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/729874/DSC03113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/200/407872/DSC03113.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/305573/DSC03094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/200/16001/DSC03094.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/305573/DSC03094.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday went to Pasir Ris bungalow, near Pasir Ris Park which my dad booked. One of the PSA bungalows. Really &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/186364/DSC03105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/200/554752/DSC03105.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huge and really nice! Had &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/258967/DSC03098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/200/594981/DSC03098.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls come over on Wed. We &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; managed to teach Aisyah how to ride a bike..Keke..Hope she doesnt mind me mentioning it to all..Hee..The pic with liza and Ais above, is before Liza did a split..Haha...Freaking funny..She somehow couldnt bring herself to put her legs tgt..so it just went and split..Didnt know she had it in her man...Kekeke..Also had a bbq that night with my relatives coming and all..was very busy but had fun..also had a waterbomb session with my cuzzies..haha..lame la..usually i wont put myself thru these juvenile stuff but ah well..my cuzzies wanted me in..=) My 1 and only jeans got drenched..had to sleep with damp jeans..heh..We headed back on Thurs night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; i went to a play in the Esplanade in the evening, 'melayu.com.sg'. Was after a long time that i watched, and my first Malay play..so my expecatations wasnt high..since there wasnt any first experience to compare it to..it was good but i felt it was a chaotic play. I guess the director meant it to be like that..That in this busy world, we get information from all directions..all media..newspaper, internet, television...etc..that the world does not stop for you..(actually in the play wat happened was tt when each character was telling us about their problems, other characters are moving along in the background with music playing. This equates to when you are facing problems or going about your own life, the world does not stop for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; lot of the Malay community problems were portrayed..tudung girl being pregnant, lesbian girl torn between her lover and societal expectations, blind man in the street talking about what he notices about the malay community (though he's blind in the eyes, his heart is not blind to his surroundings), a malay mat with tatoos finding God in a pub, and many other characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; i find baffling is that there are no solutions nor a clear indication of how the director plans on taking the audience after the performance. We were left somehow unsatisfied and dazed by the performance. Like, so we know the problems that our community is facing..now what? Where do we go from here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess the director himself has no answers to it. Maybe he just wants us to not judge people by their covers. Not to dismiss a mat as a goner, not to expect a tudung girl to be perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that is what we are all too often guilty of. Guilty of judging people by their looks and not their actions. Guilty of condemning a person and not their actions. Its a good reminder to all of us to give a person the benefit of the doubt and to think the best of a person before he proves himself otherwise with his actions. Who are we to label a person, goner or loser? Only God decides.&lt;br /&gt;We can only choose to help or if not, remind ourselves and to take their mistakes as examples that we should not follow. Everyone makes mistakes. So let's give them the yellow ribbon..Heee...Oh well this topic is getting too heavy to handle anymore for tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, about guys with appeal. Couldnt believe great hair caught my eyes, but the person with this great hair had a great looking face to match! Hee..this guitarist in the band that was playing in the play as background music was just great looking..Cant keep my eyes of you..Cuci mata..sekali sekala..Heee...Will post again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3859429497133801955?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3859429497133801955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3859429497133801955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3859429497133801955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3859429497133801955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-week-last-2-weeks.html' title='My week last 2 weeks'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-3533680622442883947</id><published>2006-11-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:23:26.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yrly Jalan Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Darn computers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a post here a while back and somehow i clicked something accidentally and kazoom....Gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tis was wat i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a newspaper collection at Jurong area last week. Was a new-s experience. We were given the noisy hings that karung guni men use to sound their alarms..Haha..Made me realise that they dun have it easy as they really work for their dollar. Imagine..1kg of newspaper is worth 10 cents. 1kg of old clothes is 40 cents. Puts perspective to earning money man..No joke! Even best are those that you knock on their doors and they ignore your presence. Sheesh..Some even throw their newspapers on the floor and we were left to tie the stuff with the raffia. No smile..no thanks.. Freaking rude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy happy collecting..One thing syiok about working with the Green Club is that all of them are friendly and nice..Wacky and funny..Of cuz its no wonder with Jabbar as the Chairman..that joker..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 2 for my yrly jalan raya..small group but it was nice nonetheless..managed to catch up and be in the loop with wats happening in their lives..Fazli asked if i wanna take a riding licence..haha..I think its cool to ride a bike..but i think of the safety aspect and the fact that my dad will probably flip upside down, inside out..i think..better NOT! =) But guys with cool bikes have great appeal..keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/1600/383914/DSC03057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3707/1353/200/482302/DSC03057.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of guys with appeal...haha..shall continue in my next post..=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-3533680622442883947?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/3533680622442883947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=3533680622442883947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3533680622442883947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/3533680622442883947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/11/yrly-jalan-raya.html' title='Yrly Jalan Raya'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115977096321533887</id><published>2006-10-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:36:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My monthly update..</title><content type='html'>Hi all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty much lazy and busy to update but well this is what I've been up to these days/weeks..Now in campus waiting for class to start. Hate Mondays cuz i end at 630!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'daddy' was admitted to hospital on last Thursday so had to be driver for 'mummy' and send her food supplies to the shops that order her food. Was occupied with this from Thurs to Sat afternoon. Went to JB, City Square after tt to celebrate Mum's birthday. 1 day late but better late than never..hah..Yet to get her Metro Voucher..man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Mum got a job at CCK. Hopefully this time she sticks with it..Heh..Taking care of those pre-sch students can be pretty draining for a lady who is no longer young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB, City Square last Thursday with my bestest mates to basically shop around and break fast. Had a great time. had my fav Jacket Potato at Kenny Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my recess last week. Had to complete DED and DCE assignments. Thankfully its done. Put in a lot of effort for my DCE. Hope to get an A for that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently am being the liason person for Jabbar's trip to Surabaya. Am myself applying to go to Aceh end of this year. Have always wanted to go there. Hopefully i get through the interview. If not, will be helping Jabbar with his trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIE has an ATM machine now!! It's about time! Previously only NTU side has an ATM, so NIE students have to walk over to get our cash. Now with the new ATM, more convenient for us! After all, NIE students are the ones with cash yea? Haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more assignments still awaits my attention these few weeks. It's also the fasting month, so it's good that I'm not wasting money on food and time on eating out. Haaha..save money, save time for assignments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, managed to go to KL for the weekend ard 2 weeks back. My other uncle was seeking alternative treatment in Shah Alam for his high blood pressure. By alternative treatment, I mean not the hospital doc but some &lt;strong&gt;divine gift to a surgeon who set up his own clinic saving lives&lt;/strong&gt;. It all seemed a little unbelievable but my uncle underwent a surgery and was able to walk that same day. He was even fetching us from our bus pick up point a few days later. There are a lot of benefits with this treatment as the healing process is very fast. Cheaper. No stiches were on my uncle's back. This fella is also very much sought after, including our fellow Singaporeans irregardless of race. My uncle's back only had scratch marks after the operation, can you believe it? Amazing..Miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also managed to spend time with my cousins. Was out with the 3 male cousins. Haaha..all my bodyguards. Didnt manage to get the DVDs i wanted. But the ones i got like Da vinci code was really clear. great copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will be watching my Charmed season 8 now. Take care all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115977096321533887?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115977096321533887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115977096321533887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115977096321533887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115977096321533887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-monthly-update.html' title='My monthly update..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115658721528282365</id><published>2006-08-26T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T18:35:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update!</title><content type='html'>Hi all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I have not been updating since week 1 of school and now is week 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a quickie update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was involved in this Fun with Bats workshop where we teach participants about bats, their habitat, eating habits and how they are useful to us. Also put up a wayang kulit to teach participants. However, it was cancelled due to lack of response from the NIE folks. Everyone was pretty disappointed but great news was that we're gonna be working with Cedar Primary to make it on a greater scale than the NIE Learning festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my Sikkim team to settle some loose ends, their assembly dates with the schools, people to help with the exhibition on 31st Aug in the opening of the U.I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my DED seminar in class on Monday. The class loved the video including the tutor. Hope we get at least an A on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My focus this sem is on my studies. Now i have more time to worry about my grades than ever. Not gonna screw it again man..Cant afford to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Samar cafe yesterday. Was great ambience but very ex drinks man. They had a live band performing for a private function yesterday at the second floor of the cafe. Was a great place, great music and company. Do go there for a Middle Eastern experience! Managed to click one pic of me at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought my Sheila Majid's Lagenda album. The songs are super great! Hadi Mirza was singing Lagenda last week but i felt it was not as great as the original though. Heh..But then again our Sg idols...sigh wat can i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/Image032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00454.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody said it was gonna be easy, but we try anyhow -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115658721528282365?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115658721528282365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115658721528282365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115658721528282365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115658721528282365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-update.html' title='Long update!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115522164319915280</id><published>2006-08-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:54:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School reopens</title><content type='html'>Today was the end of my first wk of semester 2 in NIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note today is Thurs. And that means my week in school ends on Thursday..meaning i have a 4 day sch week! Haaha..but there are luckier ones having 3 day sch week...Time table is much better compared to my last semester which was real bad..packed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this week was pretty short since we had yesterday's National Day holiday and Tuesday's half day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i had DCM today. Was a long 3 hour class in the morning. Was sooo sleepy but got better after the 5 min break. Had my apple and my tutor assigned us problem solving sums to do. Very hard. And i mean hard. Things like ACB+ABC= ACB. Find the values of A,B and C. And these are for our P4-6 to do. Imagine. But it was fun cuz we were all cracking our brains to solve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter had a short discussion with my DED group to discuss for our next seminar/presentation. We're doing on Education,Society and Schools. Planning to do a video. Went well. Had a hurried lunch with Haliah and we went off to practise for the Fun with Bats workshop. Was interesting. Teaching about bats using wayang kulit. But more can be done to make the skit more polished. Was searching for indonesian Gamelan music, forest and crickets sounds to make it more authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went back home. Was tired, got online a while, check mails and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a productive day. Gd Gd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr catching Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna with Haliah! Finally found a Hindi show kaki to watch with me! Cant wait to catch my favourite stars! Managed to capture 2 pics when going home. Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00394.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00395.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00395.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115522164319915280?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115522164319915280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115522164319915280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115522164319915280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115522164319915280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-reopens.html' title='School reopens'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115484376241045327</id><published>2006-08-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:56:02.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My grown up baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="375" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://w108.photobucket.com/widgets/Bucketshow.swf?url=http://w108.photobucket.com/albums/n27/fiz672/&amp;name=Ash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115484376241045327?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115484376241045327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115484376241045327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115484376241045327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115484376241045327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-grown-up-baby.html' title='My grown up baby..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115478091439839756</id><published>2006-08-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:28:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday well spent..</title><content type='html'>Started my day off with Mendaki till noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Renuka, an old secondary school friend. Was great fun catching up with her. Didnt realise how much i've missed out on her life till we started chatting up. Guess that happens to old friends who have not been meeting up. But wats important is that we were able to pick up where we left off. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Amore for around 2 and a half hours, running on the threadmill, crosstraining, did some weights. For those of you who have not been updated, i joined Amore last March. Decided to do something about my health. Was a good decision made. Feel healthier now man. No more huffing and puffing after hikin up the Batu Caves in NIE. Haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my old supervisor back in my contract school in CWP while waiting for Nazurah to meet me and go back tgt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents went off to Mersing for their 22nd anniversary. Not coming back till tmr. Maybe tmr we watching the fireworks at Marina. Some family time at least. Been so busy with SLC this week that i didnt get to spend time with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt remember to click some photos with Ren, if not would've posted them here. Heh. Me and my camera are inseparable. Where Fizah goes, the camera follows. Yet to come up with a name for my cam leh..Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115478091439839756?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115478091439839756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115478091439839756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115478091439839756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115478091439839756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-well-spent.html' title='A Saturday well spent..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115461922865865615</id><published>2006-08-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:41:57.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/Nurazhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/Nurazhar.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna wish a happy 21st to my friend, Azhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, Happy Birthday! Wish you happiness with your sweetie, family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the year bring you success and wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ur 21st year! We're young only once! Live it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115461922865865615?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115461922865865615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115461922865865615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115461922865865615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115461922865865615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-21st_03.html' title='Happy 21st!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115447992193050520</id><published>2006-08-02T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:52:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-offender</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow love this song now..Am trying to get the song in my blog..4 those of u still dling song..u may wanna check out this song. Hauntingly nice..Love the drums and guitars..Sigh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up appearances&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with the Jones'&lt;br /&gt;Fooling my selfish heart&lt;br /&gt;Going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fooling myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm fooling myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;br /&gt;You say your sorry's&lt;br /&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thinks you're well&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thinks I'm ill&lt;br /&gt;Watching me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Falling under your spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're fooling yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're fooling yourself&lt;br /&gt;Cause you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;And then you do it again, you do it again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115447992193050520?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115447992193050520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115447992193050520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115447992193050520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115447992193050520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/re-offender.html' title='Re-offender'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115447761819863904</id><published>2006-08-02T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:18:47.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="360" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://w108.photobucket.com/widgets/ImageGrid.swf?url=http://w108.photobucket.com/albums/n27/fiz672/&amp;amp;name=Laylas22ndbirthday"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey buddy..forgot to send you the pics after happily clicking away..Heehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here they are..Happy Belated buddy! Wish you happiness,success, good health and a boyfriend! Keeke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115447761819863904?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115447761819863904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115447761819863904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115447761819863904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115447761819863904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-belated-buddy.html' title='Happy Belated Buddy!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-115443434793537294</id><published>2006-08-01T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:12:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an ushering duty to do in NIE for the freshmen for the grandwelcome. Now seeing my cat just woke up from his constant slumber. As always looking cute and sexy with his poses.. I swear this cat is gay. I guess cant help it when most of the occupants of my house are female..=) He also struts like a woman i tell you! Sexy bum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today was pretty much an uneventful day for me. After ushering, went to ate the food there. Wasnt so great but ok la..then got a lift from Boss and got home. It was so hot, decided to go online. Watch an episode of my One tree hill and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling rather lost and down. No idea why..Man i shouldnt sleep and wake up at magrib time..bad bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now faithfully blogging. You guys would of cuz notice my more frequent posts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my blog guys. Do feel free to drop any comments. However smart and stupid the comments may be..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and living it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115443434793537294?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115443434793537294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115443434793537294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115443434793537294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115443434793537294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115423433542037579</id><published>2006-07-30T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:07:42.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do they do these to themselves?</title><content type='html'>These are just somethings that i wonder as i go along through life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why people tattoo themselves knowing fully well that they'd age and their skin will sag. Thereby, their tattoo will not look as great on a taut body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why people are willing to insert beads into their skin as if tattooing their bodies arent enough? (scarification)---&gt; scary...yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why girls hang onto their exes after their break-up? Dun they know that 85% of guys turn jerks afer break-up? I mean who are you kidding? Its not friendship you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why people spend loads on skin care but they smoke at the same time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why people forbid u to try smoking but they smoke themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just somethings i wonder. Directed to nobody watsoever. If you do feel the pinch though, think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115423433542037579?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115423433542037579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115423433542037579&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115423433542037579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115423433542037579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-they-do-these-to-themselves.html' title='Why do they do these to themselves?'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-115418860810590247</id><published>2006-07-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:03:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st to my dear friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00332.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated Maz's birthday today with Aisyah. The whole afternoon and night was with my dear friend who has been with me through my highest and lowest points of my life. For that my friend, i thank you! Love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, started the day with Mendaki till noon and we had lunch at Banquet CWP. The laksa wasnt too great though. Anyway we proceeded to Dhoby Gaut to buy Maz her Adidas bag. I started singing Happy BD to her as i passed to her the paid bag over the counter and the staff was smiling and wishing her as well..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually planned to have a cake and the candles and all its works at marina square food loft cuz of the great great scenery. But Liza couldnt make it so asked Aisyah to distract her while i sneak out on the basis of going to the ladies,  to buy her a cake from Secret Recipe..borrowed lighter from one of the staff...&lt;br /&gt;Maz was definitely touched..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pictures speak more than words..So here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00338.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00333.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115418860810590247?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115418860810590247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115418860810590247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115418860810590247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115418860810590247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-21st-to-my-dear-friend.html' title='Happy 21st to my dear friend!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115363546913974027</id><published>2006-07-23T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:17:49.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esplanade with Maz</title><content type='html'>I was missing Esplanade so much that i decided to have dinner with Maz yesterday. Besides Maz hasnt been to Esplanade before so i though I'd play tour guide to her..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I was in an SLC (Service Learning Club) meeting after Mendaki. Oh yes, I've joined SLC after being cornered by Sulaiman. Its for the good of Service Learning he says. Anyway i believe i'd have much to learn being in the Comm. I'm also not the type to sit idly by in NIE. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to my evening out with Maz. We had dinner at Hot Halal Cafe again. Tried the Sunset Strip, non-alcoholic mocktail! Was great though the Woo Hoo was better..Went to watch a live band perform as well..Was nice..Music was great. We also went up to the top of the Esplanade. It'd have been very nice if not for our usual Mats and Minahs making a fool of themselves as usual. They just spoil the whole experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured some shots. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Maz is totally not a photographic person and she says i take great shots cuz of the great scenery. It takes a person who can capture great shots to have great shots right? Nvm, good friends punya pasal tutup telinga sudah..haha..Let's just say sour grapes..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115363546913974027?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115363546913974027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115363546913974027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115363546913974027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115363546913974027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/esplanade-with-maz.html' title='Esplanade with Maz'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115363318909368155</id><published>2006-07-23T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:48:42.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th July to 21st July was Racial Harmony Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school had all of the staff and pupils wear the traditional costumes to celebrate the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pupils recited the Religious Harmony Pledge and proceeded to class. Was pretty much uneventful and i was busy preparing for my observation by my CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some photos i captured with the other trainees! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Mandy in the purple baju kurung, Yuen Hwa in green baju kurung, Xiang Hong in his orange Wushu outfit (god knows why he wore that!), Me in punjabi suit and Maz in her white baju kurung with flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00162.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/200/DSC00164.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115363318909368155?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115363318909368155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115363318909368155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115363318909368155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115363318909368155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/racial-harmony-day.html' title='Racial Harmony Day'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115318811480915371</id><published>2006-07-18T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:01:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link to my pictures of my project trip to India</title><content type='html'>The link is already up for those who have not seen my pictures for my project trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write about the trip soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115318811480915371?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115318811480915371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115318811480915371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318811480915371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318811480915371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/link-to-my-pictures-of-my-project-trip.html' title='Link to my pictures of my project trip to India'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115318720070198467</id><published>2006-07-18T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:54:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening @ Esplanade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00085.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin from KL came down on the day after my gathering with my Sec 2 class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an evening out at Esplanade. Decided to bring her there to show off our Durian Masterpiece. =) Anyway, it was a great evening out, almost romantic..haaha..Had dinner at Hot Halal Cafe. Of which i must recommend the sandwhich which has a crispy bread-like burger and the tasties turkey (smt like BK but nicer!) for only less than 10 bucks.. Their speciality drink is also great..and funny thing they call it Woo Hoo! Haaha..The service is great! A place i recommend people to go for dinner before their dates by the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch a shot of the esplanade with my new camera! Enjoy the pics..Figuring out a way to post my pics on my blog using flickr ..so till then pls make do with these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115318720070198467?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115318720070198467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115318720070198467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318720070198467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318720070198467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/evening-esplanade.html' title='Evening @ Esplanade'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115318461665946252</id><published>2006-07-18T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T09:03:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2F'99 gathering after 7 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC02849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC02849.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a gathering last saturday at Cheng Ngai's place for my Sec 2 gathering. A class that I'd never forget cuz of all the fun we had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great seeing everyone again and had to thank Danny for organising and Cheng Ngai for having us at his place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are in NUS/NTU, the guys are entering Uni and some have ORD-ed. Our dear teacher Mr Hasrin was also there and he looks unchanged since most of us have changed a whole lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to Long John's at Northpoint which personally brought a lot of memories for me and I know the rest as well.For me it was the place me and my friends hung out at after my Girl guides on Sat afternoons in Secondary school. Was a nostalgic day spent with classmates that you had a lot of fun and shared a lot with. &lt;br /&gt;It was not awkward connecting with my friends again..I guess all these 7 years of non-contact has not made any difference to our friendship ironically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even have a blog specially for our class and Danny thought of a class jersey for all of us..Haaha..so Secondary school but a cool idea i must say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided to make it a yrly affair of meeting up rather than every 7 years..=)&lt;br /&gt;That day was good and memorable. To view my sec 2 class blog, i proudly present you..http://www.2f99.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Mr Hasrin says this class and these friends will always have a place in our hearts and memories! Cheers to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC02848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC02848.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115318461665946252?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115318461665946252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115318461665946252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318461665946252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318461665946252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/2f99-gathering-after-7-years.html' title='2F&apos;99 gathering after 7 years!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-115318344521272473</id><published>2006-07-18T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:48:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 week stint of Teaching Assistantship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/1600/DSC00043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1155/885/320/DSC00043.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long silence from me..Here it is..my latest post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where i sit in the resource room of this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should reamin tight-lipped ab the school I'm attached to.Jus to cover my bum in case certain things might happen if i post my views on things about the school that people do not agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be no problem here of cuz since all i have to say about the school now are just good things..Haaha..for now of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway am currently teaching this smart class Primary 5 and it's difficult to gain their attention cuz they're all smart alecks. I assigned them to do section e and f..most of them have done till section i and j..which drives me nuts..Private tutors should have the responsibility not to cover topics that teachers have not taught in schools yet. This makes these smart alecks complacent and shake legs in class. What is the use of teachers if private tutors are around right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..am just ventilating..but am having fun with them cuz they're smart and when you're sarcastic with them, they actually get it instead of just keep silent..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was previously observing 2 other teachers called Cooperating teachers aka CT for 3 weeks..very long..yes..But teachers are not so creative during lessons as time is short and syllabus has to be covered. Sad fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who do not know already, teaching is not the honourable, easy and fun profession as it used to be. It ain easy mate! Constantly reminded by one of my CTs that now teaching is 30% teach, 70% admin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks and a couple more observations and am back in NIE. Time really flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be showing some pics of my project to India soon in my blog. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-115318344521272473?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/115318344521272473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=115318344521272473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318344521272473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/115318344521272473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-5-week-stint-of-teaching.html' title='My 5 week stint of Teaching Assistantship'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-114388744642893593</id><published>2006-04-01T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:30:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song A New Dear Friend recommended i listen to..</title><content type='html'>I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can throw at me&lt;br /&gt;That I haven't already heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to find&lt;br /&gt;A decent melody&lt;br /&gt;A song that I can sing&lt;br /&gt;In my own company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you were a fool&lt;br /&gt;But darling look at you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;Carry your own weight&lt;br /&gt;These tears are going nowhere baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And now you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;br /&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forsake&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;br /&gt;The nights you filled with fireworks&lt;br /&gt;They left you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still enchanted&lt;br /&gt;By the light you brought to me&lt;br /&gt;I listen through your ears&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a fool&lt;br /&gt;To worry like you do&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tough&lt;br /&gt;And you can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Of what you don't really need now&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, look at you now&lt;br /&gt;You've got yourself stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unconscious, half asleep&lt;br /&gt;The water is warm 'til you discover how deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down to nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;br /&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if our way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along the stony pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if your way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along this stony pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment&lt;br /&gt;This time will pass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-114388744642893593?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/114388744642893593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=114388744642893593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/114388744642893593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/114388744642893593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-new-dear-friend-recommended-i.html' title='A Song A New Dear Friend recommended i listen to..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113599614233785530</id><published>2005-12-31T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T10:29:02.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castration (Emancipation) of Ash (Mimi)</title><content type='html'>Ash was sent for his castration..yes yes not sterilization..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me making appointment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, I'd like to make an apoointment for the sterilization of my cat.&lt;br /&gt;AMK: Ok, first time?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yar..(how many times need a cat be sterilized?)&lt;br /&gt;AMK: Ok the earliest dates for a castration surgery will be on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Urm..okay castration..29th? I'll get back to you on that..Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castration sounds so...unforgiving and punitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i picked Ash up and he was so silent on the way home..he wobbled his way out of his cage..must be the GA that was given to him..He didnt eat much too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMK: No scratching, no playing,no stretching for 1 week ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;AMK: Or else his stitches will burst..&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh..Okay okay..(Burst? Oh gosh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113599614233785530?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113599614233785530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113599614233785530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113599614233785530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113599614233785530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/castration-emancipation-of-ash-mimi.html' title='The Castration (Emancipation) of Ash (Mimi)'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-113505120051852871</id><published>2005-12-20T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:00:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/640/Image%28129%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/320/Image%28129%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet shop nearby the night market we went to: This pretty baby is sooo cute! I was stroking its nose and it licked my finger! Awww....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113505120051852871?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113505120051852871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113505120051852871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505120051852871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505120051852871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/pet-shop-nearby-night-market-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113505058379518836</id><published>2005-12-20T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:49:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/640/DSC02050.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/400/DSC02050.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before dinner at The Curve..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113505058379518836?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113505058379518836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113505058379518836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505058379518836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505058379518836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-dinner-at-curve.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113505048009857998</id><published>2005-12-20T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:48:00.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/640/DSC02110.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/400/DSC02110.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Portrait: Mummy, Daddy and Me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113505048009857998?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113505048009857998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113505048009857998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505048009857998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505048009857998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/family-portrait-mummy-daddy-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113505018105038088</id><published>2005-12-20T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:43:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/640/DSC02124.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/400/DSC02124.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to capture this shot before getting on the bus heading home!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113505018105038088?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113505018105038088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113505018105038088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505018105038088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505018105038088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/managed-to-capture-this-shot-before.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113505005793123035</id><published>2005-12-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:40:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/640/DSC02122.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/400/DSC02122.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113505005793123035?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113505005793123035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113505005793123035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505005793123035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113505005793123035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/checking-out.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113504982399395451</id><published>2005-12-20T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:37:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late update on KL trip</title><content type='html'>Okay here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be doing a few posts on what has been up and happening in my life. Updates that should've been done already these past weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trip went well. We had fun. Though was not in the mood for shopping..weird..1 weird incident was went we got back late from dinner. Liza was all hyped up to go down to the hotel pool. So we all changed and haaha...the door to the pool was closed! So me with my semi-wet "swimming clothes" went to change again. Good news was before we left, we went down to the pool. Which made Liza a very happy lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evon bought 2 goose feather pillows. Said it was very cheap. Silly thing we did. Right in the middle of the atrium where they sold the pillows, she urged me to put my head on them to test out. Haaha..1 cute moment with Evon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza and Ais went crazy over Daidee..caught the moments on my hp video. Haaha...will find a way to share it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maz was like a Mother Chicken as usual. Dont take camera shots in public lest they know we're tourists..It was driving me nuts..But it was just Maz being Maz..worrying about us as always.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincci shoes in M'sia are cheaper and nicer than back in Sg..And somehow they love the shoes in Vincci..Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a treasured memory cuz it was my Virgin trip overseas with my friends. A memory we'll always remember.. Ironically before we even reached home, we were planning when to go to JB next to go shopping....Girls will be girls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113504982399395451?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113504982399395451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113504982399395451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113504982399395451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113504982399395451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/12/late-update-on-kl-trip.html' title='Late update on KL trip'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113196401549295062</id><published>2005-11-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:26:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/640/Image%28028%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/25/5238/400/Image%28028%29.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with my new Nokia 6681.. At Puteri Pan Pacific JB for breaking fast..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113196401549295062?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113196401549295062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113196401549295062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113196401549295062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113196401549295062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/11/taken-with-my-new-nokia-6681.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-113196331953053769</id><published>2005-11-14T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:15:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher selling sex toys?</title><content type='html'>A: Hey you girls read the news on this teacher who has a blog and she sells sex toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh yeah! Wonder what happened to her..Hope she's not serving her bond man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the crux of the matter was a friend of mine was saying its just wrong for a teacher to be selling sex toys. She wont want to send her kid to a school where she knows a teacher is doing such deeds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my other friend, thinks its fine so long as she does not reveal she's a teacher.. saying a teacher has to uphold her image and all..IF her/his student finds out, he'll totally lose respect for the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself said that these things are getting more normal for teachers nowadays..Teaching is no longer a vocation, but a job..Mostly among the young teachers..NIE trainees are perfect examples.. Some dress like they're going clubbing, when in school..Haaha..Now you guys know ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We henceforth concluded that this deed is fine so long her work is not mixed with 'play' (haha...innuendo here). OF cuz we dont question why she's selling sex toys la..a teacher could have had a hung over and i still think its acceptable so long as she can deliver her lessons proper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher deserves and has a right to 'play'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah..would like to recount what happened when i was out visiting to my Aunt's place for Raya. My niece who isnt so close to me knew i was a teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Eh, Kak Fizah is a teacher know..&lt;br /&gt;Niece: Then what is she doing here Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Teachers also go out..Just that you dont see them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point to note: Students do get very shocked when they see teachers outside of school. For them, teachers only exist in their school. I guess we all can identfy with that rite? I know I used to be like that..Haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to share what happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play pool at causeway Point...Liza said she felt like bringing Nuns to a bar..Haaha...cz my sister, me and Ais are wearing tudungs..Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met an NIE friend Annabelle supposedly to study..We did for an hour then continued pool..Haaha....getting addicted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard about that new show..Exorcism of Emily Rose..How scary..gotta catch it with the girls soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i booked Harry Potter's show for next week! Haaha...I must sound so nerdy and kiddish..But i dont care! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite..enough of my stream of consciousness...peace out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113196331953053769?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113196331953053769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113196331953053769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113196331953053769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113196331953053769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/11/teacher-selling-sex-toys.html' title='Teacher selling sex toys?'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113196182819544263</id><published>2005-11-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:50:28.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahrenheit 9/11</title><content type='html'>Finally caught Fahrenheit 9/11..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many emotions were going through me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger..Anger that such twisted things do happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused..Amused that stupid things do happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted..Disgusted that he is so arrogant and selfish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap..You guys should watch it..The truth has to be known..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all it did not win an award in the Cannes Film Festival for nothing rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113196182819544263?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113196182819544263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113196182819544263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113196182819544263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113196182819544263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/11/fahrenheit-911.html' title='Fahrenheit 9/11'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-113106281087826990</id><published>2005-11-04T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:06:50.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time...Updates!</title><content type='html'>Hmm...as usual..its been MONTHS! since my last post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates...updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. HARI RAYA is here!&lt;br /&gt;. TERM BREAK is here!&lt;br /&gt;. had some friends 'drama' towards the end of the term week&lt;br /&gt;. some back stabbing and misunderstanding..&lt;br /&gt;. realised that with a friend like these..i dont need enemies..&lt;br /&gt;. 2 more exam papers are still unfinished..still have Math and Science&lt;br /&gt;. Ais came to campus for a few days after being done with her contract job..We didnt get to entertain her as much as we'd like to..what with projects assignments and all the craziness going on..But I hope she knows we tried our best yar?&lt;br /&gt;. ALL my assignments, projects are finished! FINITO! (so glad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all for now..will keep on posting regularly now that i have more free time on my hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-113106281087826990?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/113106281087826990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=113106281087826990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113106281087826990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/113106281087826990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-long-timeupdates.html' title='Its been a long time...Updates!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112583912514283051</id><published>2005-09-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:05:25.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>Confirmed going to KL this coming Dec holidays! With my girlfriends..Wow! My first trip without my parents! Of cuz my parents had their concerns..'You girls walk down there and the mats (hungry wolves) stare and disturb how?'..'Later you all come back so late..No adults'..'You girls know your way onot?'..Sigh..But at last they realised their little girl can manage herself...Hurrah...Horray! HAD to make sure my cousin will accompany us ard though..I myself no confidence getting ard there..the public transport quite confusing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also changing my phone to a Nokia 6630 on 14 Sept. At last! A phone with a cool camera to boot! At last i do not have to be so near tigers with the risk of getting eaten up, to snap them with the camera..At last i do not have to keep my phone in my bag when others are excitedly capturing images with the hps...At last!!! (i know i sound so ridiculous but well..It's my blog! HAAHA..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering watching Quidam with friends. Heard its really cool. Now that I'm earning i can finally catch those incredible acrobats in action..The tickets quite ex though..Maybe can sneak to thoes VIP seats after transmission...Keke...so gonna have to cut down on my other merepek buying next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is piling but can make it! Crossover..crossover..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112583912514283051?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112583912514283051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112583912514283051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112583912514283051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112583912514283051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112550798106670953</id><published>2005-09-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:06:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of water</title><content type='html'>Hey check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this website..www.wellnessgoods.com..there is an article about how water reflects our conscience....its really cool..it was a research done by a Japanese scientist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out..its a must...Amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112550798106670953?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112550798106670953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112550798106670953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112550798106670953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112550798106670953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonders-of-water.html' title='Wonders of water'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112550708732573430</id><published>2005-09-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:51:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers' Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>Today was my first Teachers Day dinner of the many more to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to back out at first but a friend was saying its good for networking..sigh..so i did..Bit apprehensive abt meeting people tt i have not seen for 2 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it turned out quite okay..had the lucky draw and the theme was 'movie stars'..The teachers were very 'on' one came in a dracula suit, Tom hanks in Castaway, lara croft, cleopatra, juliet, my supervisor as John travolta in grease..and many more..Didnt know Greenwood teachers very on..Haaha...but it was fun..Heard many rented at House of costumes nearby bugis or something..hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the students get the day off! But not for NIE student-teachers..Crap...still have class tmr..and quiz somemore...Roman system, Babylonian system, Mayan, base 5....am gonna keep on chanting this in my dreams...i gotta ace this quiz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112550708732573430?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112550708732573430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112550708732573430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112550708732573430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112550708732573430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day-dinner.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day Dinner'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112532907406298446</id><published>2005-08-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:24:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time..</title><content type='html'>It's raining outside. A very rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post. I also realised tt nowa-months, i've been doing monthly updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is closing next week! So fast and a term is going to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments are piling up; projects, read-ups..The readings are endless..especially educational psychology module..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English module is very technical unlike Literature! Why do we use 'have been reading'? What are auxiliary verbs? Modal verbs? What are the characteristics and tests tt we can run to define words as constituents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was really terrible with a lecturer tt says, "Please look thru ur nose (notes)...One minnion (million)"..Had a hard time figuring out what he was trying to say..what more the syllabus where i had to study numerical systems..my my..which reminds me of this Thurs's quiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also joined this Service Learning Club. There is a project Polwatta where students are to go to Sri Lanka to help rebuild a school for the tsunami affected area and etc. I decided against going this yr. Maybe next yr when i am more familiar with volunteer work in local projects. Also I commented tt its very rare to find two malay guys leading a club. My friend said, 'well its rare that they can speak proper English'  ----&gt;   (i know this is really biased to malay guys but well just shows the malay guys me and my friends are exposed to all these yrs!) Mintak ampun banyak-banyak kepada sesiapa yg kecik hati..haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is good. Timetable is very good. Monday and Tuesdays end at 230. Wed no school till sept 19 when another module starts. Thurs only one class from and end at 230. Fri end at 1230. Good life or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have the time to do independent studying, having a life with friends and family..do tuition and Mendaki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good at the moment. Only very sleepy now. Oh yes, my previous school was very nice and invited my grp of contract teacher friends to come for the Teachers' day dinner! The school welfare council is very gd! Yay! Free food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i better leave...Yawning like a lion already..Gotta update more short and regular posts! Note to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current likes: French Vanilla candles (big, huge ones tt lasts for days/weeks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112532907406298446?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112532907406298446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112532907406298446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112532907406298446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112532907406298446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its been a long time..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112273651260165181</id><published>2005-07-30T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:15:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 July</title><content type='html'>Spent my morning at Woodlands Ring Pri teaching P4 kids Eng and Math. Went back to rest and went to JB from 4 plus onwards. Bought Maz a stained glass lamp. Really nice..Bought Sims 2 and Crazy Taxi and got a cd-rom free so we chose Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban..Haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now installing Sims 2. It has freaking 4 discs! I really hope it works in the end!! Wanted to get Sims University. but we were freaking short of 30 sen..Huge Sighs...How PATHETIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm...NIE starting.better not be addicted and glued to my lappie...CROSSOVER...CROSSOVER...my mantra for these 2 yrs..=) (FYI..dip students are offered to crossover and do the deg in Education if they perform really well..so tts my goal for these 2 yrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile before lessons proper starts on Monday...It's at 62%....65%....70%...Haaha....Soon! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112273651260165181?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112273651260165181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112273651260165181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112273651260165181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112273651260165181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/07/30-july.html' title='30 July'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112254232409035385</id><published>2005-07-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:18:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to remember</title><content type='html'>Personal Note to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wish Maz happy 20th tommorrow&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Catch a show with her for her BD.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mendaki at WDL Ring Pri on Sat&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Buy the books tt i need for class come Aug&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Smile!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Man! I'm getting dry...Think of a topic someone!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Movie Recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Crash!! -----&gt;&gt;&gt; This movie is on racial discrimination in US. Features Sandra Bullock, Brendan Frasier, Ludacris and many more. Tells us of the irony of life. How you start out may not be how you end up in life. It is based on the discrimination, prejudices, stereotypes circling the blacks, whites, hispanic, asian and Arabs in US. It's a must watch guys!! TOTALLY worth your every dollar!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Song Recommendations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Maybe Tomorrow (featured in Crash) by Stereophonics&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112254232409035385?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112254232409035385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112254232409035385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112254232409035385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112254232409035385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-to-remember.html' title='Things to remember'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-112239476696748779</id><published>2005-07-27T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:19:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>My day started at 7. Got ready for school. Maz drove us to campus. We had some talk by the sub-dean of student affairs and a presentation by the presidents of SLC (service learning club) in NIE. Sounds interesting! Trainee teachers collaborate with CIP coordinators of schools to help improvise or think of creative ways to do CIP (other than visit old folks home or pick rubbish at Sembahwang Park). They also have overseas Youth Expeditions where they had helped improve the learning conditions in a school in India after the tsunami disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my friends decided to join and gain some experience in this club. Always wanted to join some volunteer group only didnt know which to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to register for our modules for the semester. Tried to do wireless in the open space outside LTs. But to no avail. Tried canteen and someone said gotta configure smt in the Lib. Finally after much waiting my com was installed with an Odyssey client which enables me wireless access in campus!  Cool yeah? I can surf and do my research while waiting for lessons to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tt Maz drove us back for me to send my laptop back home and Latha went to see Ash. Ash was so manja with Latha! Hmmm...maybe it knows tt Latha was the one who found him  outside her house. U never know! Cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, we went to town to do some light shopping! Bought 2 pairs of pretty shoes for less than 30 bucks in total. Cheap! Shopped for tops in Zara too! The sale makes me go crazy over their tops! First of all! Their sizes are really what they are, 'S', 'M' and 'L'. Unlike 'This Fashion' clothes which cater to those mainstream bodies where their 'L' is my 'S'. In case you guys have not noticed, your friend here has put on a lot of weight since JC. Hmm....Zara clothes are also super comfy and quality! Their tops can be cheaper than Giordano tops! Man..i tend to do free advertisements for those shops tt i shop at man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Swensens after Vion and Jovyn met up with us at Wisma Mango. The girls and I made a pact not to go to town until pay day! I better keep to tt! *cross my fingers!*=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have fun, be merry cuz u never know when sorrow may come!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112239476696748779?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112239476696748779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112239476696748779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112239476696748779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112239476696748779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-112230734748717480</id><published>2005-07-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:06:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realised tt i've been pretty lazy to update my blog even though i had ample time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But oh well..updates updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was first day at NIE. Had talks on the subjects for the semester and such. NIE is such a nice place..Nice environment..nice lecturers...Ahhhh...back to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of cuz this meant my stint at GWPS was done! May be gg there for my Practicuum later this yr..Dunno how i feel abt tt though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did some major shopping during the GSS. Joked with a friend and said its the Great Singapore Shares and i'm just spending the money just credited to my account..haaha..Nah just waiting for me to get older to get my share of the NSS.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Received my 0.4 + $200 bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Driving test is next month! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;That should be sufficient for now..Peace out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112230734748717480?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112230734748717480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112230734748717480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112230734748717480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112230734748717480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/07/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-112230638275492677</id><published>2005-07-25T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:51:54.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics of a song I'm totally in love in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Collide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The dawn is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;A light shining through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You're barely waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;And I'm tangled up in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Light up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Don't stop here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I lost my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm close behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Out of the doubt that fills your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You finally find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-112230638275492677?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/112230638275492677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=112230638275492677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112230638275492677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/112230638275492677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/07/lyrics-of-song-im-totally-in-love-in.html' title='Lyrics of a song I&apos;m totally in love in!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111965591629447492</id><published>2005-06-25T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:31:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/5238/640/DSC01378.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/5238/400/DSC01378.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your own scent. I don't use perfume much but it's the thought that counts and aww...looks so pretty!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111965591629447492?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111965591629447492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111965591629447492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111965591629447492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111965591629447492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/06/make-your-own-scent.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111965571284596358</id><published>2005-06-25T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:28:32.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/5238/640/DSC01371.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/5238/400/DSC01371.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous wrapping Andre and the girls gave. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111965571284596358?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111965571284596358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111965571284596358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111965571284596358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111965571284596358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/06/gorgeous-wrapping-andre-and-girls-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111965364202262336</id><published>2005-06-25T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:36:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life are for moments like these...</title><content type='html'>Had a bbq with my fellow contract teachers yesterday evening. Was fun setting up the fire, skewing the food and fanning it and such. The chatting/discussion session was also interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suprised me with a body shop gift. How sweet. It went like this..We reached Northpoint to do groceries for the BBQ. Latha says need to go Body Shop to get some stuff. I dragged Khai to RotiBoy to try it out since she hasnt tried the delicious, sumptuous buns before.Latha met up with us later in Cold Storage. She asked me to hold it for her. Weird considering she has nothing to hold. Anyway being the polite person tt I am, held on to it for her. Even at the cashier, i told her to get back her Body shop bag so i can help Khai to carry the groceries out of the store. She says no u carry this, i will carry the groceries. Hmm...all too weird for me. OF cuz those real close to me will know how absolutely obtuse i can get sometimes. Haaha...Maz, Liza and Ais should know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the taxi stand while Khai went to NTUC to get some marshmellows for later, I asked Latha what did she get for her friend..She says open it and you'll know. Since it's wrapped up nicely, i said dun wan la..So nicely wrapped, what for open..She says you gotta open it anyway. Hmmm....realisation struck that my sweet friends got for me the gift!! Thanks you guys!! I really thought you guys have forgotten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life are for moments like these! Life are for moments when you thought your friends have forgotten to get you a gift when you have taken great effort in getting their birthday gifts, but in the end suprise you with one! Life are for moments you know that you are remembered in their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDI!! ANOTHER GEMINI FRIEND OF MINE!! MAY YOUR LIFE BE BLESSED WITH PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU! HAPPY 20th DEAR FRIEND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111965364202262336?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111965364202262336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111965364202262336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111965364202262336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111965364202262336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-are-for-moments-like-these.html' title='Life are for moments like these...'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111923444951146399</id><published>2005-06-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:27:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to KL</title><content type='html'>I went to KL on Fri, 17th June. We left Tuas checkpoint at ard 3 pm. My dad let me drive from the Tuas checkpoint onwards to the North South trunk road. Dun ask me what N-S trunk road is. Cuz i have no idea. My sense of direction in M'sia is terrible. Anyway, it was okay except my stopping at the Plaza Tol was quite bad. Dad was kancheong. I had my leg on the brake but he put handbrake and change the gear to Nutreal. The car was also way far from the person handing me my ticket. Bleh, it was basically terrible. It was basically straight driving until we reached the trunk road where all those big lorries, more vehicles drove past us, fast. Dad took over saying my judgement of overtaking is not there yet. And M'sian drivers are terrible. This is of cuz quoted also by the Dr Mahathir himself. "M'sians are very nice, caring people. But put a steering wheel in front of him and he becomes a different person".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I also observed that Singaporean drivers are the ones using the direction indicators. What does it say about us? Law-abiding, practical people. Practical cuz we know tt in Singapore it's no use beating the traffic lights. It will mean more money being forked out. So it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip was a relaxing social visit. Caught up with my relatives there. For the first time we were not on the ball. Everything was spontaneously done.  For once it felt  like a holiday where we didnt have to rush here and there and tire ourselves silly. Next on my destination list, Bali or Bangkok. I need a change of scenery. Better start saving up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of cuz the thing that I wonder is why are M'sians different people on the roads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your comments people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111923444951146399?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111923444951146399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111923444951146399&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111923444951146399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111923444951146399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/06/trip-to-kl.html' title='Trip to KL'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111866725687777871</id><published>2005-06-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:26:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big thank you to friends who have remembered my birthday!</title><content type='html'>This is a list of people who have remembered my birthday. Thanks a lot you guys, even though it was a phone call or an sms. It means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Aisyah (thanks for the zoo trip Maz,Ais and Liza!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mazelina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Liza&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Azhar&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Renuka&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shikin&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lydi (late but it's okay!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Khaiyisha (Oh yes, what's wrong with being 19 dear?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Vion&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Latha (Your call before it struck midnight on 13th June was really cutting it close girl! But tt was sweet..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Rashmi (wrong date! But it's almost there!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Noel (You got it correct! I was just tricking you! You fell for it! My bd was yesterday! Not last month)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fefe (thanks for the overseas sms!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kak Ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Khidir (thanks for the ice-cream!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Zakaria (Mat, no need get for me anything la..NS men dun earn a lot i know...) =)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Joharie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sister Nazurah (Thank you sis for wanting to blanja me ice cream..very sweet!Thanks for the bag!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sister Saihah (Thank you for the book voucher!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Auntie Kin (Thank you for the nice Esprit handbag! I like!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Auntie Nor (Thank you for the very oriental green bag!)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Abah (Thank you for my Teva sandals! I finally have one! WooHoo!!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mum (Thank you for being so sweet on my birthday!)&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;I believe thanking is a great way of telling people they're appreciated. A great way of telling them what they do, counts in your life. We have many things to be grateful and thankful for. Let's not take things for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111866725687777871?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111866725687777871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111866725687777871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111866725687777871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111866725687777871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-thank-you-to-friends-who-have.html' title='A big thank you to friends who have remembered my birthday!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111832856006043356</id><published>2005-06-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:49:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed!</title><content type='html'>After much deliberation, I decided to put this post up. This topic was stumbled upon over a phone conversation with a good friend. We always will talk about it when we visit this particular fast food restaurant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of how a typical food order process will go before Fizah got wiser;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person behind the counter (PBTC): Hi, can i have your order please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi..I would like to have meal 2. Eating here. (Meal 2 consists of a small coke and etc..costing $2.95 approximately)&lt;br /&gt;PBTC: Your drink, regular or large?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is handed to me and i pay $3 plus. I always wondered how come the extra charge was always there. Was never fussy. So didnt complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of how a typical food order process will go after Fizah got wiser;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBTC: Hi, your order please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi..Meal 2. Eating here.&lt;br /&gt;PBTC: Your drink, regular or large?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, small please. (trying hard not to smile smugly at PBTC, thinking "You didnt get me this time! It didnt work!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I would always complain and get fed-up by why they always assumed we want regular or large sized drink! I mean did we look as if we were dying of thirst there or what? Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you out there..This is just for your information. You might already know which restaurant I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: At this moment, Ash just jumped onto my lap..No wait..he climbed onto me with his nails hanging by my legs..Performing a cliffhanger. Kittens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111832856006043356?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111832856006043356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111832856006043356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111832856006043356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111832856006043356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/06/exposed.html' title='Exposed!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111753028481655956</id><published>2005-05-31T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:06:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I have to work hard during my 2 years doing Dip in Education</title><content type='html'>I have to get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being twice rejected from local unis, I reckoned this Dip in Edu is my first shot at a deg. If i do well in my Prac and assignments, I stand a good chance in continuing another 2 years doing the BA in Edu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not clear on the 2 possible paths a dip trained officer has in attaining her degree, let me explain. I'm 20 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;    &lt;li&gt;2 years in dip plus 3 years bond. (Fizah is 25) An officer can only apply for a deg in SIM thru MOE after the completion of her 3 yr bond. Deg completion takes at most 4 years. (Fizah is 29) 2 more years of bond with MOE. (Fizah is 31) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 years in dip and 2 years for BA in Edu. (Fizah is 24) 5 years bond with MOE. (Fizah is 29)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; The choice is clear. Path number 2 is the way to go. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; want to be 29 with a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we've agreed Latha, 'Slap Me If I'm Slacking In NIE'. Maz and Liza want to join the club?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111753028481655956?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111753028481655956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111753028481655956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111753028481655956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111753028481655956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-i-have-to-work-hard-during-my-2.html' title='Why I have to work hard during my 2 years doing Dip in Education'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111752949272650521</id><published>2005-05-31T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:52:08.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June holidays</title><content type='html'>Things to get done by this June holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Complete at least 3/4 of my driving lessons&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pass my final theory test&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Visit the Zoo&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Visit the Bird Park&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Visit Chek Jawa&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Play sports in Greenwood&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Clear the mess in my room&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Catch up with old friends&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Read Queen Noor (Leap of Faith)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Not laze around the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep to this checklist&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111752949272650521?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111752949272650521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111752949272650521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111752949272650521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111752949272650521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/june-holidays.html' title='June holidays'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111752909391894521</id><published>2005-05-31T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:44:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet!</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my way home from work one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old Indian couple walking down a slope from the field near my place. The old man was holding his wife's hand steadying her as she walked down the slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant help but smile at the sweetness of their love! Epitome of sweetness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111752909391894521?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111752909391894521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111752909391894521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111752909391894521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111752909391894521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/sweet.html' title='Sweet!'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111633801660460640</id><published>2005-05-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T06:49:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday with Fizah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: Not for those suffering from ADHD (wink! wink! Vion). Laborious content coming your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15 am -- &lt;/span&gt;Touch  Down in school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8.30 am --&lt;/span&gt; Getting the kids to settle down, put bags in Atlas room and etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 am -&lt;/span&gt;-  Got onto the bus and left school for Hay Dairies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Goat and Sheep not the same. Sheep meat is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mutton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. Goat's meat is called what? Goat's meat is called what class? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chevon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;! The place where milk is stored is called what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Udder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Andre and I got the impression that goats are like milk-producing factories. They are ready to mate at 9 months (abt there). They carry the little goats in their tummies for 5 months. Live 9 more months of their lives being milked..eat..being milked..etc..No more milk? Go mate and some more milk will come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fastforwarded to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11 30 am&lt;/span&gt; in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Vion and Jovyn. Chit chat. Stomach churning thinking abt how rowdy my class will be on the stage! Thank you Eric for helping me with the CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids in the end didnt do too bad. Of cuz the rapper-boys were a little bit too excited and uncontrollable behind the stage. Almost wanted to knock my head against the wall and pretend to faint. Sigh sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1-2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting lesson with 2D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2-3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3-3.20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health Ed with 3B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4-6.20pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed thro the English SA1 paper. Did item analysis. A killer!! Some of them were so cute they held the hands of their friends straight so tt i i can count easier and wont be irritated with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.20 pm-7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled home. So tired i wasnt seeing straight. Almost fell off the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7pm- 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Ash. Had dinner. Showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8pm-9pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Charmed. Such sweet ending. 'Never give up on love' was the lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9pm till i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging. Check emails. Wash bicycle tyres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111633801660460640?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111633801660460640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111633801660460640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111633801660460640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111633801660460640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday-with-fizah.html' title='Tuesday with Fizah..'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111625306937783740</id><published>2005-05-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:17:49.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can be happy no matter what</title><content type='html'>Hey folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was thought-provoking and hit home.. Enjoy this small excerpt from this book I'm reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Here is a typical eg of how thought can be misunderstood and how this lack of understanding affects us--- "the thinker". Let us pretend that u accidentally spill a glass of water on the floor of a restaurant and look up to see that a man, two tables over, has flashed what u believe to be a disapproving look. You respond with anger.  "Whats the matter with that guy?" you think. "Hasnt he ever dropped anything?" Your thoughts about the circumstance make you frustrated, and end up ruining your afternoon. Every few minutes you remember the incident, and as you think about it, you become upset. But the truth of the matter is, that person didnt even see you drop the water. He was in his world, reacting to his own thoughts abt an error he had made at work earlier that day. He couldnt have cared less about you. He didnt even know you existed. We forget that we are only thinking. We fill our heads with false information, which we then intepret as "reality" instead of "thought" '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE are the thinkers of our own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who found the excerpt interesting. It's 'You Can Be Happy No Matter What' from Richard Carlson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111625306937783740?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111625306937783740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111625306937783740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111625306937783740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111625306937783740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-can-be-happy-no-matter-what.html' title='You can be happy no matter what'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111599823668971691</id><published>2005-05-13T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:30:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>' &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Morrie Schwartz in Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111599823668971691?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111599823668971691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111599823668971691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111599823668971691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111599823668971691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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-11087483.post-111573633191543613</id><published>2005-05-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:45:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>" Growing old is mandatory, Growing up is optional "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111573633191543613?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111573633191543613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111573633191543613&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111573633191543613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111573633191543613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111461602010741800</id><published>2005-04-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T23:33:40.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occupational Hazards</title><content type='html'>Unfolding the hazards of a teacher;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you visit the bookstore or 'cute' stores such as Mini Toons, check out for these people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Young looking people looking at red pens! (teachers who ran out of them or teachers who are looking for the most comfortable pens around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Young looking people looking at cute, shiny, cheap stickers! Nice,cute stamps! (teachers who got 'lobang' abt the newest shop selling stickers at budget prices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Young looking people looking at colourful pencil cases! (teachers who have been walking around students' tables and admiring their brightly-coloured, cute pencil cases)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Young looking people at assesment book areas of the bookstore! (teachers looking for good, extensive books for their students to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Young looking people looking at educational toys! (teachers thinking of ways to get their naughty students to pay attention in class! And those weak ones to actually look interested in class!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Young looking people lugging heavy bags of say what looks like worksheets in their bags, desperately looking for stationery on the 30th Sept!  (teachers who are doing last minute gift-shopping for their students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   You overhear people saying things like, 'they should have memberships and special discounts for teachers man!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes the last one cant be spotted in a bookstore, but keep a watchful eye for these people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Young looking people who walk around with rubber bands on their wrists and act as though nothing is wrong and as if rubber bands are the newest accessories in town. When in fact, they're only the cheaper versions of the sports bands! Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, they are teachers alright! They complain about kids! How good they felt when they made a naughty kid cry!!Haha...They're not without a heart. They're just overworked, underpaid but very loved. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111461602010741800?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111461602010741800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111461602010741800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111461602010741800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111461602010741800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/04/occupational-hazards.html' title='Occupational Hazards'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111461210258677971</id><published>2005-04-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:28:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Walk</title><content type='html'>22 May, Vesak Day, Big Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this date, I'd be joining thousands other Singaporeans on this 10km walk. It was i think 6 yrs since i  last did the Big Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it's with my colleagues and sec sch friends.  Hope to  have a gd day with my girlfriends  chatting then, sweating it out and such. Of cuz shopping in town would come later!!Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god the next day is also a holiday! Can recuperate! And it'd be the last wk of sch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY! HURRAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111461210258677971?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111461210258677971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111461210258677971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111461210258677971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111461210258677971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/04/big-walk.html' title='Big Walk'/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11087483.post-111439061753645136</id><published>2005-04-25T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:56:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/5238/640/Image000.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/5238/400/Image000.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked "Who's the babe?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11087483-111439061753645136?l=fizah672.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/feeds/111439061753645136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11087483&amp;postID=111439061753645136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111439061753645136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11087483/posts/default/111439061753645136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fizah672.blogspot.com/2005/04/someone-asked-whos-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>fiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08340705943648248118</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>
