<?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-19590466</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:30:25.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovin' you always..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-7747518451188928399</id><published>2010-04-28T09:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:58:44.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyai said i am too young to get married</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation between Nyai &amp;amp; me when i was bathing her on Sunday..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyai: Kakak kau ke kau nak tunang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Mane ade orang nak tunang? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyai: Abih semalam (Saturday) ade orang datang katenye nak buat pelamin? Mestilah nak tunang dulu sebelom kawin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hehehe oh.. Nur nak kawin tahun depan. Kan orang da tunang 2 bulan lepas (showing her my ring).  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyai: Borak la! (laughing) Kau da tunang ke? Masih kecik, belom abis skola, mane bole kawin! (laughing)   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: ????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just hope that you can live long enough to be with me on my big day. You are no more the irritating, vulgar grandma that i used to know, and i'm starting to love you more each day. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&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/19590466-7747518451188928399?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7747518451188928399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7747518451188928399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7747518451188928399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7747518451188928399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/04/nyai-said-i-am-too-young-to-get-married.html' title='Nyai said i am too young to get married'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1668046878503732508</id><published>2010-04-14T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:17:07.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestie's Engaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S8UXUAhyCmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RKCJdlwmnHQ/s1600/Aida+Tunang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459795755763108450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S8UXUAhyCmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RKCJdlwmnHQ/s320/Aida+Tunang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulation to my dearest bestfriend, Rohaida, on your engagement! Welcome to the club.. All the best ok, patience is the key.. And let's do the surveying &amp;amp; planning for our wedding together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Kite nak kawin' sounds crazy but we're sure looking foward to it.. Excited!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1668046878503732508?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1668046878503732508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1668046878503732508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1668046878503732508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1668046878503732508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/04/besties-engaged.html' title='Bestie&apos;s Engaged'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S8UXUAhyCmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RKCJdlwmnHQ/s72-c/Aida+Tunang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-7091903088189845551</id><published>2010-03-17T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:31:30.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uncle Wrote a Song for My Engagement. How Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dua puluh februari&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dua ribu sepuluh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hari pertunangan amalina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dengan pilihan dirinya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gembira sungguh tidak terkira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Di hari itu, oh amalina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kerna di restu ayah bonda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanya menanti hari bahgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Janji sudah diikat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dua tahun lamanya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semoga kekal ke jinjang pelamin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh amalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Banyak cabaran yang ditempuh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bila hidup dalam bertunang&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bersabar dikau oh amalina&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ku ucapkan selamat bertunang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dont ask me how the melody is like coz only the man can sing his song. Through the phone pon jadi. Hahaha! Thank you Cik Rahman for the song. I feel so touched! Hehehe.. Should record you singing if i have a chance next time. Thank you once again..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/19590466-7091903088189845551?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7091903088189845551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7091903088189845551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7091903088189845551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7091903088189845551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-uncle-wrote-song-for-my-engagement_17.html' title='My Uncle Wrote a Song for My Engagement. How Sweet!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-294313840549026383</id><published>2010-03-13T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:57:06.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinggalkan Aku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pergi sudah tinggalkan aku&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak ingin engkau ada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;kembali lagi ke dalam cerita hidup ku ini &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ku bahagia tanpa dirimu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;biar begini adanya &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;kerna tanpa mu ku temukan sinarnya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;usah lagi kau guris hatiku &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ku tak mahu lagi merasa &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; hadir mu dalam dunia ku &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;pergi lah dari hidup ku &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tak ingin engkau ada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/19590466-294313840549026383?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/294313840549026383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=294313840549026383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/294313840549026383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/294313840549026383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/03/tinggalkan-aku.html' title='Tinggalkan Aku'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2003713027451120015</id><published>2010-03-03T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:14:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alhamdulillah, everything went well as planned. Just a small yet joyous occasion. Thanks to all who was present. You guys have a special place in our hearts. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran, you owe me one eh for not turning up. You better make time for your bestfriend's wedding next year. Thank you for making me see from a different perspective, from a guy's side of view. Go find yourself a girlfriend soon! Hehe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, would like to thank my family for making this happen. Seriously, it was a tough journey for me, especially few weeks before the event. Many things happened, i was at my lowest, had second thoughts &amp;amp; it almost didnt happen. But thanks to you guys who held me up, ensuring everything will be fine, Mak said, ni semua dugaan.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many asked, why must you engaged someone else when your sister &amp;amp; SIL can do the gubahan for you? Why do you have to order the cake from a stranger when you can actually ask your aunty to make one for you? Why didnt you ask your friend, Remy, to make up for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wanted Remy to make up for me, dpt discount seh, sape tak nak. But mum &amp;amp; dad was not pleased when I mentioned HE. So forget it. Diah is a very meticulous person, i dont have to worry the outcome of her work coz i believe she will do her best to make her client beautiful. :-) As for the gubahan, I'm just plain lazy to do it. I dont have the same taste as my sister and i'm very cerewet (she likes to say that, which i think is true). Wats nice to her, most of the time, are not as nice to me. So save the arguments, i leave it to Our Midas Touch to work on the creativity side. As for the cakes, i just simply fall in love with Perfect Frosting cakes. They are sooo beautiful!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Special thanks to all the creative sisters &amp;amp; sorry if i've been 1 difficult customer (only want the best! And all of you are the best!).:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fairani from Perfect Frosting for the beautiful Magnifique &amp;amp; Zen cakes. We love it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mira from Our Midas Touch for the gorgeous gubahan. Cantik sangat! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Diah Mastura from Studio Perfect for making me beautiful on my big day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Also:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cik Lyas for being the wakil. Terima kasih banyak-banyak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mak Milah for helping mum with the food since morning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sheila for being my photographer. Nice pics babe! Also the delicious brownies. Ramai org suke.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Baron, for being so kind to let me use your camera.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cik Milah for the additional gubahan. Berkilau-kilauan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanks to all for the well wishes, prayers &amp;amp; blessing. May God bless all of you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm soooo in love with my bling bling! Hehehe.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my beloved Fiance, everyday i love you! Pls stop asking me to call you abang coz it will never happen coz i geli. hahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444438117137638178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S46HnyWV4yI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YIMiZ4OmoP0/s320/IMG_7777.JPG" /&gt; More photos in Facebook.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2003713027451120015?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2003713027451120015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2003713027451120015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2003713027451120015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2003713027451120015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;m Engaged!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S46HnyWV4yI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YIMiZ4OmoP0/s72-c/IMG_7777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-6839361860382159900</id><published>2010-02-19T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:40:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>tomorrow, my status will be changed to 'Engaged'. i will be engaged to my beloved boyfriend of 8 yrs. woo! scary pe.. hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-6839361860382159900?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6839361860382159900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6839361860382159900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6839361860382159900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6839361860382159900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-981350796887035893</id><published>2010-01-31T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:04:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think she's better in hospital. at least, she wont miss her son. coz he visits her everyday. with the wife some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks and i havent settle my cake. tell me how can i not panic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more months &amp;amp; off to terengganu &amp;amp; cherating. a whole lot of activities lined up for us. boyfren, i hope you can apply leave to join us. it will be fun with the paternal gang. wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-981350796887035893?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/981350796887035893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=981350796887035893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/981350796887035893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/981350796887035893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-man.html' title='Free Man'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8554335612801811568</id><published>2010-01-28T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:49:43.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little nudger</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;baby is on the way! on the way! wohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's wrong but what's done is done. be happily pregnant baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll be your eating buddy when you have cravings. SOON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;see you next week. &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/19590466-8554335612801811568?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8554335612801811568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8554335612801811568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8554335612801811568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8554335612801811568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-is-on-way.html' title='little nudger'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8067211665078577881</id><published>2010-01-20T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:55:19.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Life, Risk Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;It's just the 5th working day and now suffered a fractured skull. That's scary. Rosjali, you better be careful at work coz i dont want you to face the same fate like Giant did. Now it reminds me of Ladder 49. Get well soon Giant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;A Fireman's Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;God, when I'm called to duty, wherever flames may rage,&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength to save a life, whatever be its age.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to embrace a little child before it is too late,                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Or save an older person from the horror of that fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Enable me to be alert to hear the weakest shout,                                                           &lt;br /&gt;And quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I want to fill my calling and to give the best in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;To guard my every neighbor and protect their property.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;And if according to Your will I have to lose my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please bless with Your protecting hand my children and my wife.&lt;/span&gt; &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/19590466-8067211665078577881?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8067211665078577881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8067211665078577881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8067211665078577881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8067211665078577881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/01/save-life-risk-life.html' title='Save Life, Risk Life'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-6327142993231962939</id><published>2010-01-20T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:53:42.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Life,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-6327142993231962939?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6327142993231962939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6327142993231962939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6327142993231962939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6327142993231962939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/01/save-life.html' title='Save Life,'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-7657389390185337576</id><published>2010-01-13T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:01:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harah is Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S03qIYb48uI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LVPdXW0ZyA4/s1600-h/17562_244176435381_719330381_3417257_3913391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426250555770598114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S03qIYb48uI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LVPdXW0ZyA4/s320/17562_244176435381_719330381_3417257_3913391_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Yeah! My lovely cousin is now married to a loving man.. You used to be a confuse soul but good thing you came to your senses 6 mths ago. Hehe.. All the best to you.. Im so happy for you! Ask me out when rusdi's working and we can lepak like always (sebelom kau memboyot, I think by the end of this yr.. hehe) ok? Gonna miss you babe.. I dont wish to receive those midnight calls when i have to hear you cry, but if you have to, you know how to get me. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun in Phuket and see you on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost of love,&lt;br /&gt;Nana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-7657389390185337576?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7657389390185337576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7657389390185337576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7657389390185337576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7657389390185337576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/01/harah-is-married.html' title='Harah is Married!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/S03qIYb48uI/AAAAAAAAA2U/LVPdXW0ZyA4/s72-c/17562_244176435381_719330381_3417257_3913391_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-7371386550560410311</id><published>2010-01-04T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:03:44.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Mak Dgr Kate Mak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok  this entry may sound abit minah-ish..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku tak nak tunang, mak kate, 'tunang tu bagus, siapkan diri utk alam rumah tangga..'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ape aku buat? ok la kite tunang. aku setuju. kenape? sebab nak jage hati org. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mak kate, 'tunang takmo panggil ramai2 org, antara family kite je..'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ape aku buat? aku setuju walaupon diri ni suke dgn keramaian. kenape? sebab nak jage hati org.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku nak tunang on birthday aku. mak kate, 'sayang nak tutup kedai sebab CNY holiday, rugi tak jualan. lagipon, abg maybe naj buat open house rumah baru. kakak kene uruskan org kawin. tukar date la..' for everyone's info, it has been our long-time plan to tunang on my birthday this yr and nikah on his nxt yr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ape aku buat? ok fine, aku diam. aku setuju walaupon harapan hancur. setakat tukar date, ape la sgt kan.. the week before on the 6th pon ok pe.. takpe.. kenape? sebab nak jage hati org.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bookings semua da buat, tiba2 mak meradang.. kate tak bincang, kakak ade photoshoot la, tunggu bile kakak free baru bole tunang la. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ape aku buat? dgn tegasnye aku kate, '6th or never.' jgn kate aku tak bole give n take. selama ni aku selalu turutkan kate org. as long as its not going our way, there is no need for a discussion, kalau susah sgt, cukup duit je kawin. aku da kate, tunang2 ni melecehkan. kau degil, nak jugak tunang. pasal ape? sebab mak kate tunang tu bagus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skrg ni aku rase hidup aku hanya utk buat org lain happy. hati sakit takpe la.. asalkan org lain ok.. da nak kawin kene ah ade pendirian. sampai bile nak duduk bawak ketiak mak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bole mati siol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-7371386550560410311?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7371386550560410311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7371386550560410311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7371386550560410311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7371386550560410311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2010/01/anak-mak-dgr-kate-mak.html' title='Anak Mak Dgr Kate Mak'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5973599332240317827</id><published>2009-12-24T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:51:26.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCT to SGT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a lighter note, say hello to our new SGT Rosjali! Congrats on your success. Way to go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SzNxsq7K4wI/AAAAAAAAA2M/6LaWsHx-kmo/s1600-h/P1060273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418799788907488002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SzNxsq7K4wI/AAAAAAAAA2M/6LaWsHx-kmo/s320/P1060273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5973599332240317827?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5973599332240317827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5973599332240317827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5973599332240317827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5973599332240317827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/12/sct-to-sgt.html' title='SCT to SGT'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SzNxsq7K4wI/AAAAAAAAA2M/6LaWsHx-kmo/s72-c/P1060273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-2336646028223591696</id><published>2009-12-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:47:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Straw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am glad that i let things out, felt like a heavy load taken off my chest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the process i hurt many people, im sorry. But because nothing ever changed since god-knows-when, i decided to do things my way.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will only respect those who deserve it, Dont expect respect to come to you when you have no brain &amp;amp; heart for others, especially your parents. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like i said, just imagine what if your parents are gone, you being the useless bum, cant be going around begging for help right? You should prepare yourself, be someone useful, at least to your kids and it should start now. Be more responsible, it will help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what she thinks about me is enough to break us up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im having second thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2336646028223591696?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2336646028223591696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2336646028223591696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2336646028223591696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2336646028223591696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-straw.html' title='Last Straw'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8695027556896361290</id><published>2009-11-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:55:05.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dating a White Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After i mentioned about the Sinda &amp;amp; Mendaki thingy in my entry titled 'Random', a few came up to me asking if Jali is an Indian. Yes, he is one white Indian he would claim. Remember Social Studies in secondary school? Then you should roughly know the history of Sinhalese.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, he's back from Brunei, not in good shape, but at least he didn't suffer from buasir.. Hahaha.. Lost his specs while crossing the river, luckily not the Oakley. Mamat ni nasib mcm kentang betol la.. Stung by hornet &amp;amp; bees on the neck, abbrassions on right shoulder, swollen ankle &amp;amp; little finger on the left.. He's more than happy to be back. Oh, i miss you man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so excited for December. Last week of December to be precise. Jali's passing out and we'll be going for our much needed getaway to KL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have not done a thing for the engagement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIL: Da sewa baju? Amalina: No need. Ade kain, tinggal nak antar kat tailor je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIL: Bile nak antar tailor? Amalina: Entah. Nanti la, belom ade rase nak gi tailor. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harah: Da decide on the things you going to exchange? Amalina: No. Exchange cake je la eh? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mum: Guest list? Amalina: Ismail &amp;amp; Kamal's family and my girlfriends &amp;amp; partners. Full-stop. But if exchange ring &amp;amp; cake je, gfs &amp;amp; partners pon tak payah. Kite party lepas semua selesai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jali: Bile nak beli ring? Amalina: Benda lain tak bole ke? I tak suke pakai cincin la. Tapi if you nak belikan jugak, i nak the 5k ring from Larry's. (Sampai skrg tak tanye lagi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lucky thing Aida is busy bugging Nooreen for her wedding preps. If not, she'll be the first to scream at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's nice to have a handful of people who sincerely cares for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my parents who keep me sane when things go wrong, when i just snapped. My mum, when asked by cousins about my engagement, she would deny. When i asked why, she would say that we should go through all the 'merisik' stage first before annoucing it to people. But I think, good news must be shared! I don't see a need to go through the 'merisik' stage. I don't see a need for 'tunang' either, actually. Haha. I don't know when the merisik will happen, but tunang will sure happen on one of the CNY holiday, hopefully on the 14th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my brother, who really understands me, probably because he's already married, thank you! He truly understands what i feel when Jali was away. He didn't tease when he saw me cry coz i was too happy to receive Jali's call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my SIL, Kak Nisah, who is much more excited than I am. I know i can rely on you, you're the best! You're always there to help, and you know i need that. You're like my PA! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I have my sister, who keeps reminding me of her langkah bendol/jendol gifts. Sister, i'll sponsor your trip to Bintan. Jgn macam-macam. Nevertheless, thank you for being happy for me. I pray that you'll meet your Mr. Right very soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my cousin, Nurharah, who suggested that I should just get married instead of getting engaged so that we can go honeymoon together. It's ok babe, yg tua, didulukan.. Hehe..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my girls, whom I can't rely on now coz each of them has their own problems to settle. To know that they're happy for me is already good enough. I love them! Oh, our Chief will be getting married next month! Congrats Mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And of course, my love. Glad to have you back. Pls don't scare me with those moustache again ok? We'll go through this journey together like we always did. I'm not sure if i'm prepared, but i know you'll ensure that everything's gonna be all right.. I love you more! :-)&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/19590466-8695027556896361290?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8695027556896361290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8695027556896361290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8695027556896361290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8695027556896361290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-dating-white-indian.html' title='I&apos;m Dating a White Indian'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-6601705872378819878</id><published>2009-11-02T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:47:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You Meant To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's so TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO BE SECURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You scored: 20&lt;br /&gt;You are a stabilizer:&lt;/strong&gt; You are the rock in a storm, the one others lean on. Loyal and com-mitted in your relationships, you maintain a support system of like-minded people whom you look out for. (So what if you do it behind the scenes and don't get credit?) You're careful with money, cherish the familiar, and defend the traditions you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; Rapidly changing environments (like a shaky economy) are very hard for you. As a result of such instability, you can spiral into a state where everything seems catastrophic and you're sure life will only get worse. You can also become overcontrolling, rejecting any suggestion that doesn't conform to your idea of the way things should be. To avoid being too rigid, each month try changing one habit. Exper-iment with clothes, drive a different way to work, initiate conversations about subjects you wouldn't normally discuss. And when the opportunity arises to do something new, avoid the impulse to immediately say no—this may be nerve-racking, but the more you practice, the less anxious you'll feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; You find meaning in pursuing safety and certainty. Focusing on family can give you great satisfaction. Also consider planting a vegetable garden, hosting class reunions, volunteering as a lifeguard, teaching at your church or temple. In the work arena, look for positions where you're responsible for others, and for making sure everyone is following the rules. You work well in any environment that is stable and consistent. Careers in government, finance, the military, law enforcement, and product manufacturing are strong options for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO BE IN CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;You scored: 17&lt;br /&gt;You are a leader:&lt;/strong&gt; You approach everything as though you were born to be in charge. Confident, assertive, and decisive, you know what you want and you go after it. You also look out for family, friends, and community—you feel you know what's best for them—and have no fear of confronting anyone who challenges your ideas. Taking the driver's seat, you also generously donate time and energy to people and neighborhood projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; When you feel threatened, or others refuse to go along with your agenda, you can become confrontational and domineering, sometimes to the point of being dictatorial. Practice letting someone else take charge on occasion. Also try meditation; it can help you be-come more aware of your controlling impulses and ease the anxiety that may be provoking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; You discover your purpose when you take control of your environment. For you, finding a decision-making role is key. That could mean anything from producing a play to spearheading a global campaign for something you care about. In work, you're suited for leadership positions in education, government, industry, finance, religious institutions, or politics. But you can find satisfaction anytime you're given the autonomy to do things your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO HELP&lt;br /&gt;You scored: 13&lt;br /&gt;You are a nurturer:&lt;/strong&gt; You are caring and supportive in your personal relationships as well as in your job. Unselfish and altruistic by nature, you often anticipate the needs of those around you before they are aware of them. If there is one thing that brings you satisfaction, it's tending to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; When you're doing things for people only to feel valued, you can become resentful. And if you sense that your help is not appreciated, you may end up playing the martyr. So before giving your time to everyone else, make sure to take care of yourself (physically, emotionally, and spiritually). And practice waiting until someone asks for help: While you may be able to perceive what a person needs, that doesn't mean she wants you to attend to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; It's important for you to be genuinely of service in acknowledged ways. Whether you foster a child, care for an elderly aunt, rescue animals, or support a rock star's career as her personal assistant, look for opportunities where you can help other people or bigger causes. Volunteer work has your name written on it, as do many careers: nursing, teaching, customer service, healing, social work. Don't feel pressured to run the company or lead the project; you may be even more effective as someone's right hand. And you'll likely find working with other people more meaningful than flying solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO BE KNOWLEDGEABLE&lt;br /&gt;You scored: 13&lt;br /&gt;You are an intellectual:&lt;/strong&gt; As a leader, you're often ahead of your time. As an employee, you try to surpass the competence level of peers, even managers. Incisive and curious, you're driven to deeply understand how things work. But that's things, not people. Oh, your family and friends are important; it's just that you don't need to spend hours engaging with them. Social validation isn't your goal—you're secure enough in your cerebral pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; When you can't find a way to be the expert, you may withdraw or simply withhold information, which can make you seem smug or arrogant. If you feel yourself retreating into your own world, seek a friend's help to pull you back. Also balance your cerebral tendencies through physical activities like jogging, hiking, or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; You discover who you are meant to be through accumulating insight and knowledge. So follow your curiosity. Are you drawn to learning Mandarin? Join-ing a philosophy society? Studying and practicing Buddhist meditation? Delving into the complexities of computer programming? Writing a historical book? Pursuits that place you near the leading edge of technology, science, psychology, academia, or business are good bets. But any situation that allows you to work independently with freedom to investigate and innovate will fuel your drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO BE CREATIVE&lt;br /&gt;You scored: 12&lt;br /&gt;You are an artist:&lt;/strong&gt; You came out of the womb with a paintbrush in your hand. Or maybe it was a flute or a castanet or a fountain pen to go with your poet's imagination. The point is, you're an original, and you know it. Even if you don't have a singular gift, you're drawn to the arts—anything creative, for that matter—and you have a unique way of looking at the world. Your need for depth and authenticity in relationships can lead to both great joy and profound sorrow, depending on whether others reciprocate. You don't care so much about adapting to group or societal expectations; your independence and sharp intuition propel you on your own path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; When fear of conformity overrides your creativity, you can assume the role of "outsider" or "orphan" and end up feeling alienated. You may even go so far as refusing to vote or pay taxes. This lone-wolf stance might be a defense against feeling vulnerable. Try to be aware that blaming others for your banishment, or pushing away those who want to get close, only makes things worse. Also, dramatizing your emotions can interfere with your creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; As long as you genuinely express yourself, you feel like the person you were meant to be. How you do it is irrelevant. A chef or architect can be as much of an artist as a painter or sculptor. Many advertising and public relations executives are also highly imaginative. Beyond work, there are opportunities everywhere you look to coax out your inner artist: Design your own jewelry line, create an innovative blog, dream up a comic strip. Relationships are another avenue for self-expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO BE SPONTANEOUS&lt;br /&gt;You scored: 11&lt;br /&gt;You are an adventurer:&lt;/strong&gt; Action-oriented, curious, outgoing, and often technically gifted, you live for new experiences. You are drawn to risk-taking and aren't afraid to fail. Generally restless, you tend to job-hop or choose a field that offers constant novelty. If you had to name your favorite place, it might be the center of attention—you're a born entertainer, and can easily adapt to any audience. While you collect many acquaintances, you're less likely to develop deep, committed relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; When you can't satisfy your thirst for variety and excitement, you may see yourself as trapped, which can lead to impulsive and self-destructive behavior—drinking, drugs, breaking off relationships, ditching financial responsibilities. Try to find value in some traditions; if you learn to appreciate repetitive experiences, you won't always feel the urge to bust free. And when a new opportunity thrills you, keep in mind that just because it sounds exciting, that doesn't mean it's good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; Life will have meaning for you as long as you feel stimulated. That might mean chasing twisters, exploring the polar ice caps, getting a degree in dance therapy, or becoming an astronaut. It might also mean reading new books, attending workshops, or letting yourself get swept up in an intoxicating romance. As a risk-lover with a lot of energy, you're a natural entrepreneur. You'll be happiest if you change jobs every so often and travel extensively. Movement is what keeps you going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STRIVING TO BE RECOGNIZED&lt;br /&gt;You scored: 11&lt;br /&gt;You are an achiever:&lt;/strong&gt; Ambitious, competitive, and hardworking: That's you. With a clear image of who you are, you work tirelessly to make sure your accomplishments are recognized. Your drive for success extends to your family, and you invest a lot of energy in helping them live up to your expectations. Thanks to your knack for diplomacy and abundant charisma, you often inspire others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What to watch out for:&lt;/strong&gt; You are prone to becoming a workaholic, slaving away toward success while neglecting your personal life. Because you're driven to gain approval, you can find yourself performing for others like an actor; if you become overly concerned with your image, you end up feeling superficial. To keep your ambition under control, get involved in group activities that require cooperation. Also practice listening to those around you and think about sharing the spotlight from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking ahead:&lt;/strong&gt; Any career that allows you to scale the ranks and gain recognition, status, even material rewards, lights you up. Actress, entrepreneur, salesperson, politician—you get the picture. And consider balancing your professional challenges with personal ones: Run a 10K, train for a triathlon, compete in a tennis tournament, bike from one end of your state to the other; or join a debate team, play in a poker circle, enter your purebred spaniel in a dog show. Whenever you can win at something, you're happy.&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/19590466-6601705872378819878?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6601705872378819878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6601705872378819878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6601705872378819878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6601705872378819878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-are-you-meant-to-be.html' title='Who Are You Meant To Be'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1218668916432905101</id><published>2009-10-26T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:26:39.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Period</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a good weekend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;First, HR tak guna bikin spoil my Friday. Malas nak elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Second, on Saturday, Jali klua bawak buku coz Monday got test. So most of the time he read his notes, i read people. Boring. And we bump into his girlfriend-tak-jadi at Rex. Teasing him was so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Third, he'll be going to Brunei next week. Worse, he'll book out on Friday evening and book in at 2359. IF he's lucky, he'll get to book out on Thursday. Prepare for the worse, we only have a few hours to spend (packing) together. Sadly, im surrounded by insensitive people who dont understand this i-will-miss-him feeling. Go get yourself a girlfriend/boyfriend first before you pass any remarks on other people. If you got nothing better to say, i suggest you just shut up. And dear, pls drop the idea of getting yourself into the Dart Team and i'll forget about being a tai-tai, i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hopes the coming week will be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I realise that now i have quite a number of cousins &amp;amp; relatives reading my blog. I feel that i should watch my language and filter what i want to write, which makes my writings a lil bit restricted. If my entries are numbered, it will run nicely from 1 to the latest. No private entries. I dont wish people to come up to me, telling me wat to write and what not to. Also, what i wear &amp;amp; what i do with my friends, i answer for my own doings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Read if you like, leave if you don't.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*Bitch mode*&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1218668916432905101?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1218668916432905101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1218668916432905101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1218668916432905101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1218668916432905101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/10/period.html' title='Period'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-6942012881303997278</id><published>2009-10-18T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:35:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We forgot our 8yrs, 1 mth anniversary. Too occupied with our own stuff. Not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im in need of soya bean drinks &amp;amp; lots of tomatoes. Not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jali's leaving for Brunei end  of this month. Not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, now, both SINDA &amp;amp; MENDAKI deduct a few dollars from Jali's pay. Not a good thing when you have Sinhalese written on your IC. Boyfriend, told you, you cannot run from your roots. Hahaha..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good thing, we had a great time shopping &amp;amp; 'Inglorious Bastards' was superb! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gonna add more heels to my collection, now that Jali's getting more vain each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swimming regime resumed. Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Savings getting more. Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leave in Dec approved. Left with flight bokings. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Date for engagement still pending. Most probably the Chinese New Year holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now im sleepy. Good night world!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-6942012881303997278?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6942012881303997278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6942012881303997278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6942012881303997278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6942012881303997278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8031944206272765606</id><published>2009-09-25T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:17:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Mak Aku La!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT MENYAMBUT ULANG TAHUN YG KE 40-SENTIASA!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;KHAS UNTUK MAK TERSAYANG.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;IKHLAS DARI SUAMI, ANAK-ANAK, CUCU-CUCU, MENANTU, BAKAL MENANTU, SERTA HANTU-HANTU YG ADA DI SEKELILING KITE.. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385299775177243170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SrxtnOxuOiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/60YvwM35-hk/s320/n521809278_1383235_174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KITE SAYANG AWAK LA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM, YOU'RE THE BEST.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pesan untuk mak masih same mcm tahun lepas.. Jgn tido lambat-lambat. Dalam erti kata baik, mesti cukup tido untuk jage kesihatan.. Tapi, erti kata lain, jadi mak tak tau anak mak yg baik ni balik pukul brape! Hehehehe..&lt;/em&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/19590466-8031944206272765606?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8031944206272765606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8031944206272765606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8031944206272765606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8031944206272765606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-mak-aku-la.html' title='Birthday Mak Aku La!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SrxtnOxuOiI/AAAAAAAAA1k/60YvwM35-hk/s72-c/n521809278_1383235_174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-966151473476576783</id><published>2009-09-18T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:53:44.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Good Friday</title><content type='html'>I wish you were joking. May be you'll surprise me tonight. I wish. I hope. But it's ok. Try again next time. Somehow expected already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nenek made me cry this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-966151473476576783?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/966151473476576783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=966151473476576783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/966151473476576783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/966151473476576783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-good-friday.html' title='Not A Good Friday'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2024841155697056063</id><published>2009-09-14T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:57:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love Story: 8 Years On, You're Still The One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381258819411403506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sq4SYpd0YvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/yTOHcPQO48E/s320/nj1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIRC. back then it was the &lt;em&gt;in thing&lt;/em&gt;. That's where our path crossed. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I remember chatting with you for just a short while as you had to go off already. We exchanged phone numbers. I didn't expect you to call, but you did that night itself. We talked on the phone, but not for long coz your friends were around. From then on, we kept sms-ing and calling each other everyday. For almost 3 weeks if my memory serves me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You kept asking when we can meet up. Me, being a little girl (mind you I'm only 13 back then), of coz am scared of meeting strangers. Even asked Rohaida to take my place and meet you. Lucky thing i have the guts to meet you myself, if not, different story already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday, 14th Sept 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School ended at 12.30pm. Meeting place: Tampines Interchange's small mac. I hide behind a wall, too scared to show myself. Dgn uniform skola, selekeh-selekeh gitu.. Hahaha.. We scheduled to catch a movie, 'The Animal' (never mind the choice for a date). I expected a smiley &amp;amp; friendly-looking guy, but came a fierce-looking guy, no smile, dgn rambut tahan ombak gitu, asking, 'Are you Amalina?'. I nodded and we said hi. You turned around and i followed you from behind. I was wondering why are you so cold? We were sitting outside GV Tampines Mall when you asked, ' Kenapa duduk jauh sgt?' &lt;em&gt;I was scared of you. You weren't smiling, you weren't showing a friendly face like you sounded on the phone.&lt;/em&gt; I wished i could say it out to you, but i just smile and move nearer towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We stepped into the cinema, you held out your hands. Not wanting you to be disappointed, i placed my hand on yours. Sweaty plam. Still scared. I was not concentrating on the movie, didn't know what it's all about until i watched it on TV. Hehehe.. Most of the time, i looked from the corner of my eye to see if you were looking at me. To my surprised, you did the same. :-) We didn't speak. I was testing my luck by placing my head on your shoulder. Surprised by my action, you moved your shoulder slightly, feeling uncomfortable i guess. You stayed still throughout. I felt too comfortable to move my head. Furthermore, it wasn't as hard as before. &lt;em&gt;Oh, this guy is not the take-advantage type. Good. I don't have to be scared like a chicken, i thought. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We didn't let go off our hands from then on. I wouldn't want to let go either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Question&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Do you want to be my girlfriend?' You asked. I want. I want. Of course, I want. Cannot be so direct la huh. Tak dramatic. I don't know why I want you so much despite you being unfriendly on our first meet. I don't like the feeling of letting you go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Let me think about it, I'll let you know before we go home..' So i action fikir-fikir in the bus but actually da ade answer, while you busy talking to your friend. Occassionally, you squeezed my hand lightly, i like that. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'About question tadi, i would say yes..' I blushed, and at the same time, you smiled. I saw you smile for the first time. I didn't know that it would make you so happy, you smiled all the way from that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From then on, we're officially together.  I may be risking my life that day going out with a stranger. It's a risk that I won't regret. I don't regret going on a blind date with you. We argued, we tortured each other emotionally &amp;amp; mentally some times. 'You ni eh cekik darah tau!' we would shout at each other. But being with you wasn't that bad. There's too many happy moments we shared. Do you still remember the bus ride to Redhill? :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honey, thank you for being there for me when it seems easier for you to walk away. Thank you for putting up with my nonsense all this while. Most importantly, thank you for loving me. I love you deep deep! Will you still be calling me 'Baby' 10 years from now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm proud to have you as my Boyfriend! Happy 8 (not 9) Years Sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381258815461246994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sq4SYawByBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/LQGWHQb-Lv4/s320/nj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2024841155697056063?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2024841155697056063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2024841155697056063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2024841155697056063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2024841155697056063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-8-years-on-youre-still.html' title='Our Love Story: 8 Years On, You&apos;re Still The One'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sq4SYpd0YvI/AAAAAAAAA1c/yTOHcPQO48E/s72-c/nj1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-8812958883622128441</id><published>2009-09-02T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:13:01.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Went to Geylang yesterday for the first time since starting of Ramadhan. Tak semeriah mcm tahun-tahun yg lepas. Mendak sikit tahun ni. No doubt there's alot of beautiful carpets this year. Tempted to get one for my room but don't really need one actually. Dulu, excited sangat bila sampai bulan puasa. Kalau bole hari-hari nak gi Geylang sebab nak beli dendeng. Sekarang, bukan bulan puasa pon bole makan dendeng coz dah ade Dendeng House. Dah tak special la bazaar Ramadhan ni.. And Jali hates to be dragged to Geylang.. Nampaknye mcm semlm kire the first and the last time la aku jejak Geylang for this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This year i want to keep things simple. No new clothes, bags, shoes whatsoever. Maklumla, nak berjimat. House painting project is done. Thanks to Daddy who helped me with the living room. Earlier this year, i told mum not to buy new cushion covers. Skali, die beli set kerusi baru la! Hahaha.. Mother, mother.. I have no time to make my own kuih, so nak kene buat baik dgn kakak ipar aku yg suke sgt gi Simpang Renggam untuk beli kuih. 'Kak Nisah, kirim!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don't know when i will update again coz i'll be supper busy till raya. So to all avid readers of my humble blog, i nak ucapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.. Kalau ade salah silap, terkasar bahasa dlm mane-mane entry hingga menyinggung mane-mane pihak, i mintak maaf ye.. Kadang-kadang, jari terkehel semasa menaip.. Hehehe ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya semua..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ehem, continue puasa eh.. Belum raya lagi da..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-8812958883622128441?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8812958883622128441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8812958883622128441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8812958883622128441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8812958883622128441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/09/puasa-raya.html' title='Puasa Raya'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1185068988809179173</id><published>2009-09-02T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:11:05.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme for this year's D&amp;amp;D is 'Superheroes &amp;amp; Villians' and my department will have to dress as TRANSFORMERS! Now tell me, what i should wear? Attach coloured boxes onto my body? No idea, no idea.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S: Darling, Punggol Spectra is open for application. Are you up for it? I think 96sqm is just fine for the two of us. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1185068988809179173?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1185068988809179173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1185068988809179173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1185068988809179173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1185068988809179173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/09/transformers.html' title='Transformers???'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5160363185489811256</id><published>2009-08-03T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:33:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Married, Get A Flat, - Car Can Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SnePb7PmwEI/AAAAAAAAA1M/PDr3b2w_HnQ/s1600-h/GDCIM105-PANAP1050728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365915190957621314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SnePb7PmwEI/AAAAAAAAA1M/PDr3b2w_HnQ/s320/GDCIM105-PANAP1050728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so mum asked, 'Are you going to buy a car soon?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see mum, buying a car has never been the priority coz i gatal nak kawin already. And flat hunting will resume real soon. It's gonna be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, first thing, i need to paint my room. That is, this coming long weekend. Sister wants the room to be painted pink. PINK. Not my color at all.. Since, i'm the one painting, i'll go for mocha.. Full stop. But was contemplating if i should paint my room purple.. See, trying to negotiate here sister. Purple can, pink never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, let's hope you don't have to do guard duty this week. No one's fetching you eh.. :-) Told you, if you let me become a tai-tai, i'll cook and bring you lunch every single day and send and fetch you to and from work. Life's beautiful isn't it? ;-) No pressure, just that i have faith in you! Hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5160363185489811256?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5160363185489811256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5160363185489811256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5160363185489811256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5160363185489811256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-married-get-flat-car-can-wait.html' title='Get Married, Get A Flat, - Car Can Wait'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SnePb7PmwEI/AAAAAAAAA1M/PDr3b2w_HnQ/s72-c/GDCIM105-PANAP1050728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-2952153134498430728</id><published>2009-07-23T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:34:34.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heard the news about sister-in-law friend's death. She fell in the toilet, hit her head, got some blood clot on her right brain and burst nerve on the left. It took less than 2 days to happen. And now, she's dead.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the family? Helpless. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I questioned myself, what will happen if any of my loved ones is gone? Say, mom or dad or siblings or boyfriend or any of my girlfriends? Life has to go on. But how? If god is kind enough to give some signs that he/she will be gone soon, that'll be easier. For example, if they have long term illness like cancer or stroke, we can have ample time to spent with them. But for the above case, how am i going to react? That is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what if i'm the one dying? No chance to seek forgiveness from my loved ones. Not given a chance to say my last goodbye. I wonder how these loved ones will react. How long will they take to move on? Or can they really move on with life without me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only God knows..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2952153134498430728?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2952153134498430728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2952153134498430728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2952153134498430728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2952153134498430728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/07/death.html' title='DEATH'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8721664052997849235</id><published>2009-07-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:39:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GERAM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da aku kate orang-orang mama ni tak bole nak buat baik dgn dorang.. Banyak kurang ajar! Lagi-lagi yg bukan asal orang sini. Benci!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habis daun-daun pokok kedondong mak aku toyol-toyol hitam (budak-budak tu suke bogel-bogel main kat luar rumah) tu botakkan. Tinggal buah je! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yang aku geram, kasut aku pon diusik!! Berserak kat luar shoe rack, aku punye je. I guess toyol-toyol ni nak main konon-konon jadi Miss World, pakai kasut tinggi aku coz mak dorang takde kasut, selalu sgt kaki ayam. Don't you ever touch my many heels. I'll knock your head with it.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO UNCIVILISED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-8721664052997849235?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8721664052997849235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8721664052997849235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8721664052997849235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8721664052997849235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/07/geram.html' title='GERAM!!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-6747363168854800520</id><published>2009-06-18T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:23:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why bother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have an incorrigible habit. I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So why waste your time persuading eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Less than a month, and boyfriend will be going back to CDA. Six months and booking out only on weekends. I dread of course, but at the same time, I'm happy. Being in a relationship for almost 8 yrs, i have to admit that we did take each other for granted some times. I hope this short period of detachment will do us good. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.. And i need my girls to keep me sane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348688250540423170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SjpboBPEeAI/AAAAAAAAA1E/XRG9fSErovU/s320/P1050079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On a happier note, nxt March that is. No, no wedding bells yet. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh God, If you can't make me thin, pls make my friend(s) fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/19590466-6747363168854800520?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6747363168854800520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6747363168854800520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6747363168854800520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6747363168854800520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-bother.html' title='Why bother?'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SjpboBPEeAI/AAAAAAAAA1E/XRG9fSErovU/s72-c/P1050079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-6352150040928851652</id><published>2009-06-09T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:09:36.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Izinkan Aku Pergi Dari Sisimu</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;.... tak jauh mane pon.. KL je.. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;It's a last minute thing. The whole of Ismail's family, except myself, had left for my cousin's wedding @ Rawang, Selangor, last Friday. I guess mum's worried face made me feel sad. Trust me, i felt all uneasy at work, smsing sister every now and then, contemplating to take 1/2 day, go on SIN-KUL coach, and meet them there. But i have so much to do. Work, arranging who to take care of grandma &amp;amp; my pets (cat, terrapinn &amp;amp; fishes that needs to be fed everyday), and boyfriend who didnt let me go alone but at the same time, he cant go with me coz he had to work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Until 6.30pm, i decided to book the first flight flying the nxt day, departing at 0710, alone.. Best! I would love to fly alone again someday.. So peaceful.. The journey from KLIA to Rawang, makes me think of the essentials of life. This wasn't my first time on a commuter, but I just don't bother to look at my surroundings the other time, maybe because i have my family to keep me occupied. Slumps, beggars &amp;amp; people living on the streets. This time when I'm alone, i have so much to reflect on myself. Things that i took for granted &amp;amp; being complacent at times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My cousin, Awadh, fetched me from Rawang station. I miss this man. He's one of the reason why i wanted to fly to KL so much. The last time we met, i think 3 yrs ago or more, we were of the same height. Now, he's way taller than me. It doesnt help when he said, 'Oh my god, i'm so much taller than you now'. We almost shared the same birth date. 13th &amp;amp; 14th Feb. He's the one who got me the traditional mochi from Japan. Awadh, even though you're highly educated in Japan, you tetap jiwa mat Malaysia! Cume takde misai je. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292971072901330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5LovkxUNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1nA-kkfPA6M/s320/P1040984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To Abg Mui &amp;amp; Kak Laura, Selamat Pengantin Baru! No more excuses for you not to come to Singapore. Da ade passport eh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292956138646290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5Ln38KqxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/UZMOGwjlZgc/s320/P1040960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345296086855245362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5OeGxK3jI/AAAAAAAAA00/Yums7hqQjuw/s320/P1040968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292960460149778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5LoICflBI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mkbCxaFejsU/s320/P1040982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok Yusri, Mummy's favorite boy, gave me a link about dirt bike courses. I'm so gonna give it a try this time! Good night world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292954676272098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5Lnyfgm-I/AAAAAAAAA0M/YDSPurGCPbw/s320/P1040934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292975340428466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5Lo_eOnLI/AAAAAAAAA0s/7AuLa8_iFeg/s320/P1050094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can be very independent, but as a woman, i still need the love and care of a man..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-6352150040928851652?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6352150040928851652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6352150040928851652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6352150040928851652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6352150040928851652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/06/izinkan-aku-pergi-dari-sisimu.html' title='Izinkan Aku Pergi Dari Sisimu'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Si5LovkxUNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1nA-kkfPA6M/s72-c/P1040984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-825073112088605687</id><published>2009-06-02T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:10:23.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's so humid these days. Had difficulty sleeping, but i had a nice dream last night. I ride a bike! A blue fat bike. Eh i want a red &amp;amp; black fat bike. Why blue eh? And im wearing a blue shirt to work today. Ok takde kene mengene dgn motor. Tak dpt ride betol2, mimpi pon jadi la.. Talk about the heat, i encouraged my colleagues to use recycled papers. Save trees, save Mother Earth man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't wait for New Moon to be out in November. :-) Boyfriend was pleased that i've finished reading all 4 books. He's kinda pissed off when i keep reading while im out with him. Hehehe.. Cannot resist la, i want to know what will happen next kan.. Although he hates me reading all the time, this kepo boy of mine did ask me to tell him bedtime stories every night. Hehe.. At least i can let out the urge to tell Dayah &amp;amp; Sheila (they're reading the Twilight Saga also) what i've read to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Edward and Jacob - One she love and can't live without. The other she don't love enough but can't live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I did eyebrow threading at Browhaus last Saturday. Punye la sakit. Meleleh airmataku.. Hehehe.. But I love my new kening. Check them out when i post new photos or when you meet me eh. Boyfriend got a shock when I came out of the shop, of course i look a bit different. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet my girls tonight. Girls. Girls. Girls. We've grown so much. Something big, ermm, not so big is coming next yr. 2010 will be a good year, at least for some of us. Everything will be just fine. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men are like cats, they like to be tamed. Don't you agree?&lt;/em&gt; &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/19590466-825073112088605687?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/825073112088605687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=825073112088605687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/825073112088605687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/825073112088605687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/06/panas.html' title='Panas!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1343922154467102444</id><published>2009-05-27T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:25:29.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In busy period like this, i feel like taking a week long break, go to those islands with beautiful beaches and enjoy the serenity. I miss Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran's stepping into NS life next month, all the best mate! You've got what you wanted. Paintball still pending eh coz aku fail. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend will be going back to BMT days in July. 2 years ago, i sent him off to CDA for his NS. This year, i will be sending him off as a regular, to CDA again for his 6 months in-camp training.. Gonna miss this man. All the best to you too. Everything's gonna be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Jack Daniel Tour's photo in my Multiply, &lt;a href="http://nanaros.multiply.com/photos/album/9/Colors_of_my_life.._"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'Colors of my Life..'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;album. The rest of the photos are in FB. If you can't view, don't ask why, you just can't. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now with the first case of H1N1 reported in Singapore, let's see how crazy boyfriend's shift can be. But whatever it is, pls excuse yourself on your birthday, i have plans already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough, back to work. &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/19590466-1343922154467102444?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1343922154467102444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1343922154467102444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1343922154467102444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1343922154467102444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-to-breathe.html' title='I need to breathe'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-7474786851361337533</id><published>2009-05-19T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:27:17.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In-laws tension</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This entry is just a note for me to remember that my brother was threatened. Not once.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Rudy's brother-in-law, you are way too much. As much as my family tried not to interfere with whatever problems that both of you had between each other, you're pushing your luck this time. With your no manners pregnant wife looking at me as if i'm snatching you away from her, my tolerance is runnig low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents never taught us to be rude &amp;amp; violent to living things, humans especially. They emphasize on treating our parents-in-law like our own parents. Its just too bad that you have a sour relationship with your in-laws and you're trying to ruin the relation between my brother and your parents? Aren't you ashame or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, you heard him wrong. You mistook 'sudahla' with 'sundal'. The only one person who ever called your mum a sundal is you. :-) Such a shame. I guess you must have kept the anger in you since i-don't-know-when and use that sundal excuse to pick a fight with my brother kan? People around you didnt hear that word coming out from him and they stopped you. But you still nak one to one with my brother. WTH eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluarga aku ade adat. Tak main la nak gi pukul2 org.. It's so immature. If you punch him that Saturday night, maybe he'll die. Although he took up silat when he was young, but he didnt take up those setan related thingy like you did. Abg aku baru hentak mjea, kau da mengamok. Kalau aku die, tu meja da terbalik. Can't help that i have the worst temper in my family &lt;em&gt;(teringat kejadian at kampong chai chee restaurant on mother's day last yr).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed to bail you out last year because of you parents. He tried to be nice to you because of your parents. How in the world can he call your mum with such a word?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, im scared of your frens.. Satu rombongan kau bawak eh.. 'Ah ni adik rudy..' and all heads turned to stare at me. It's so clear right you were telling them those words. Tak malu ke, adik kau kawin, kau buat perangai? Org kalau da takde adat, berdamping dgn setan, mcm tu la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had enough of you already. Ape2 jadi kat abg aku atau keluarga die, aku carik kau. And i wont let you off. Never. If i have a gun, i'll shoot you. Such a nuisance in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19590466-7474786851361337533?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7474786851361337533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7474786851361337533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7474786851361337533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7474786851361337533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-laws-tension.html' title='In-laws tension'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1066934676676196763</id><published>2009-05-07T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:44:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He got his gift way before his birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went for a swim with Jali after work yesternight and headed to Coffee Bean after that just to lepak-lepak while waiting for Marlissa &amp;amp; Imran. She passed me Nazia's wedding invitation. Oh my.. I feel so.. Old. Everyone's getting married. Tak la, dorg je kawin cepat.. Hehe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After this two friend of mine left, we continued to talk and talk and talk. He knows that i already bought his birthday gifts and he just can't stop guessing what they are. His birthday is end of next month. Gifts da ready siang-siang, maklumla, beli bile tgh ade good offer, jimat sikit.. Hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got very irrtated when he kept asking about the gifts. I gave clues. He strongly thought that it must be a shaver. We ended up at my place and i decided to give it to him yesternight, so long as he knows that it supposed to be his birthday gift. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took his watch which i bought for his last birthday, his handphone &amp;amp; his Oakley specs yg die sayang sgt. I told him 1 of these things needs to be thrown away. Haha.. I started with his specs. I was putting my hands out of the window with that specs in my hand and he was screaming, 'NO! You tak bole buang tu.. Amek la handphone ni.. Buang je ni.. Pls ah..' I had this evil laughter. I took his phone on the other hand and asked, 'You sure i can throw this?' He was reluctant.. "Kalau bole, jgn ah..' he said. And right away, i threw that phone to the wall. Hard. It broke into pieces. HAHAHAHA. He was SHOCKED of course, without a word, staring at his berderai handphone, not breathing. And i presented a new phone to him, 'This saves your specs. Happy very-advance birthday to you'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think he forgot to breathe when he saw the blue Nokia E63 in his hands. Slowly, a wide smile developed on his face. He likes it. He better be. The Motorola phone did little justice to him. Keypads gone, buttons not functioning well, switched off on its own. Thats why i berani campak telefon tu kat tembok. Sungguh tak guna. Hehehe..  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, what's left for your birthday? :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1066934676676196763?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1066934676676196763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1066934676676196763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1066934676676196763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1066934676676196763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-got-his-gift-way-before-his-birthday.html' title='He got his gift way before his birthday'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1929108480407535654</id><published>2009-04-21T09:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:48:04.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nabila Turned 8 Yesterday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY NABILA HUDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326961024472312530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0q1AwF6tI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yJtgWNXqzkU/s320/P1040690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326961030054378098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0q1Vi9enI/AAAAAAAAAzM/wfDm7xbSv-g/s320/P1040691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326961032966373282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0q1gZO_6I/AAAAAAAAAzU/tWuc2JzGDeE/s320/P1040692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326961041509869266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0q2AOKZtI/AAAAAAAAAzk/oe7fzm2P2Rs/s320/P1040696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326966443903378418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0vwdtJY_I/AAAAAAAAAzs/aGq4KZmUviQ/s320/P1040699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326961041343103570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0q1_mZwlI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Yw9lJr0j7DE/s320/P1040698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326966446400656226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0vwnAi02I/AAAAAAAAAz0/2kWfUHHmHCA/s320/P1040700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326981686796162802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se09nt5_FvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/fWYwsvRTPk0/s320/P1040701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you be blessed with good health &amp;amp; wealth. Amin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love you! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1929108480407535654?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1929108480407535654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1929108480407535654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1929108480407535654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1929108480407535654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/04/nabila-turned-8-yesterday.html' title='Nabila Turned 8 Yesterday..'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Se0q1AwF6tI/AAAAAAAAAzE/yJtgWNXqzkU/s72-c/P1040690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-3633240697986610495</id><published>2009-04-20T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:58:43.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy Is Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Received many missed calls from brother on Saturday night. My phone was in Jali's bag as we were busy helping out with Chantique The Bridal Gallery's Couple of the Year 2009 event @ Rouge Lab, Malay Village (update on another entry when i feel like it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Only get to call him when i reached home ard 2am. Was kinda shocked to know that my nephew, Zufayri was admitted to KKH. He sufferred dehydration due to stomach flu. He had on and off fever for a week, gp kept changing the medicine but the condition got worst on Saturday night when he started throwing out whatever that he ate. He even lost 8kg in that week. Boy da tak boncet lagi.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He was put on drip right after admission. Till today, 4 bags of water already. But his condition is getting better. Yesterday morning he called and say, 'Bik, abg tgh sedih ni.. Abg tak bole mkn.. Later if you want to come, bawakkan abg burger eh..' Alah kesian pulak si bulat ni.. Of course i didnt bring anything coz i know he cant eat yet. But he was more than happy when he saw my NDS. Brought it for him to play so that he won't feel so bored.. Gonna visit him after work today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326694914643734498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sew4zYY4L-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/y8L_pyHlqnU/s320/P1040684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Da dpt game, org berbual pon die tak layan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326694081094599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sew4C3LRxPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/CarWpBjOS54/s320/P1040685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Get well soon Zufayri, we love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sew4CnhYHTI/AAAAAAAAAys/6QSYyA1YbE0/s1600-h/P1040686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19590466-3633240697986610495?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3633240697986610495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3633240697986610495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3633240697986610495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3633240697986610495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-boy-is-sick.html' title='My Boy Is Sick'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sew4zYY4L-I/AAAAAAAAAy8/y8L_pyHlqnU/s72-c/P1040684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-9109628277515630077</id><published>2009-04-07T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:38:05.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Netball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;When i watched him play, it reminds me of the old days of me representing the school for netball tournaments. I played GS (Goal Shooter) the best. GA (Goal Attacker) comes next. Oh how i miss shooting &amp;amp; intercepting those balls.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321880124541905490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsdxtiIKlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kBMEXJnAbE0/s320/P1040513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You got briefed on your game plan &amp;amp; strategies before the game starts. Got scolded for doing silly mistakes during half time..  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321877454479976674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsbWSxwaOI/AAAAAAAAAx0/xh6ZF2wyIpA/s320/P1040511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;No matter rain or shine, parents would come down to give you some support..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321877460238515314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsbWoOsvHI/AAAAAAAAAx8/DMM8E_2-Sdc/s320/P1040512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321880128028770658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sdsdx6hdgWI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xhS0EeFjEAk/s320/P1040520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;At the end of the day, you get what you deserve; medal that you've been eyeing throughout the game. How fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321878672098886578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdscdKwug7I/AAAAAAAAAyU/JOFuuZwmKYA/s320/P1040528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's my boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321878666864766386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/Sdscc3Q0LbI/AAAAAAAAAyM/k2vl6ZMZMjM/s320/P1040527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsbWr_1FXI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0lbwSTgxmjs/s1600-h/P1040521.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-9109628277515630077?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/9109628277515630077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=9109628277515630077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/9109628277515630077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/9109628277515630077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-netball.html' title='I Miss Netball'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsdxtiIKlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/kBMEXJnAbE0/s72-c/P1040513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-8451763306319451711</id><published>2009-04-07T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:01:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsVkiUao6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/pZ0d8lXt7Gc/s1600-h/866339857m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321871102100284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsVkiUao6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/pZ0d8lXt7Gc/s320/866339857m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gorgeous, i'm very very sorry that Jali &amp;amp; I cant be there for you &amp;amp; Dani on the 18th. We were booked like 3 months in advance to help out with a much awaited event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll make it up to you another day. Promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You know I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. HRC on the 20th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-8451763306319451711?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8451763306319451711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8451763306319451711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8451763306319451711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8451763306319451711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/04/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SdsVkiUao6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/pZ0d8lXt7Gc/s72-c/866339857m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-4284669406447931763</id><published>2009-04-02T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:18:16.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't want my parents to work anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am glad that I was brought up by strict parents, especially my mum. Despite them being strict, I became rebellious. I was not a good child to start with, unlike my elder brother &amp;amp; sister. Once, they told me i'm the hardest to take care of. Kena sepak terajang tu da kira biasa la.. I was caught smoking by my mum. I played truant many times during school days, caught by teacher, parents were called to school. When they found out i had a boyfriend, they got really mad. 4 yrs of lying and I'm glad that I lied. &lt;em&gt;(Now, they will just laugh &amp;amp; apologise when I recall how mad they were, burning all our pics).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that have made me a better person today. I guess it's all part of growing up, wanting to try something new. Apa yg mak ckp jgn buat, tu yg kita nak buat. As i grow up, I realised all that were silly mistakes. I did what I did &amp;amp; I learnt from it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I saw the hardships my parents had to go through to raise us three. Mum had a stall in Kallang Way, for more than 20 yrs, she managed the stall with her younger sister, until 2 yrs ago, she decided to sell it off. When everyone else was sound asleep, they had to go out &amp;amp; start business. Dad would help mum until 7am and rush to work @ HSA. When I had my term breaks, I would help mum with dish washing, collecting dirty plates, preparing the ingredients to be cooked the next day. Of course I was not paid. It's kind of a voluntary work. Mak kasi makan je &amp;amp; I don't ask for more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't see mum doing all that work. She had 2 helpers but semua makcik.. Kan kesian tgk makcik-makcik buat kerja, membongkok cuci pinggan, pergi buang sampah yg berat-berat. So being the younger &amp;amp; of course, stronger being, I lend a hand. I was taught the following while helping my mum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jgn mengira bila buat kerja; tapi kalau org mengira, jgn kasi muka, kerja die, biar die buat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do things neatly; lauk berkecah sikit je, kesat. Sink tak bole berkeladak dgn sampah. Kan tak cantik kalau customer nampak &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalau nak buat kerja, tak bole geli-geli (ni paling aku menyampah kalau kat gerai-gerai makan, ternampak org pegang kain dgn hujung-hujung jari. Lu balik tido sua la minah!). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selagi orang lain sibuk buat kerja, jgn sedap duduk lipat tangan &amp;amp; termenung (mak kata nanti rezki tak masok). Back to first lesson, jgn mengira tu kerja siapa, tak salah kalau menolong untuk habiskan kerja. Cepat habis, boleh sama-sama rehat. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now mum no more own a stall of her own. She was hospitalised a week after she stopped business. Orang tua-tua ckp, kalau da biasa kerja, badan tu sentiasa nak kerja, duduk rumah mesti sakit.. I wouldn't want her to work anymore. I missed the quality time we used to have every weekends. Jalan-jalan, picnic, shopping, gathering-gathering dgn makcik pakcik. She had to work longer hours now, complain how tired she is, how inconsiderate &amp;amp; rude people can be, how irritated when the makcik-makcik start to tell stories of their unfaithful husbands, how mad when people took advantage of her. And i hate all that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want them to stop working, enjoy every minute of life together coz they already worked very hard for us. It's time..&lt;/strong&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/19590466-4284669406447931763?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4284669406447931763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4284669406447931763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4284669406447931763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4284669406447931763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wouldnt-want-my-parents-to-work.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t want my parents to work anymore'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-3690540365329892525</id><published>2009-03-10T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:01:15.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buta Ke Aksyen Buta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Entry ni, bukan nak ditujukan pada siapa-siapa, cuma nak share dgn semua. It happened and still happening to people around me. &lt;em&gt;Kesian&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Why is it that after so many shits your partner throw at you, you still stick to him/her? &lt;em&gt;Hairan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pergi kat orang-orang nangis-nangis mengadu nasib, maki hamun partner, luah kata-kata nak putus la, nak cerai la, but end up, sampai hari ni masih melekat dgn orang yang dulu dikatakan tak guna tu. Kenapa? &lt;em&gt;Musykil.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bukan nak doakan kehancuran rumahtangga atau hubungan orang. Cuma da penat telinga ni dengar complain sana, complain sini. Berbuih mulut ni beri nasihat macam-macam, tapi orang buat tak dengar je. Sakit hati bila orang minta nasihat, tapi end up, kita yg kene marah balik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi best, bila &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; ditipu oleh partner-nya, si &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;, tapi si &lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;tak tau atau buat tak tau je. Kesian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bak kata orang putih, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE IS BLIND.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mak pesan: Kalau da ada boyfriend, jgn pandang-pandang lelaki lain.. Kau tgk mak, walaupun bapak kau jalan da senget, mak tetap tgk bapak kau aje.. Hehehehe..  &lt;/strong&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/19590466-3690540365329892525?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3690540365329892525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3690540365329892525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3690540365329892525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3690540365329892525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/03/buta-ke-aksyen-buta.html' title='Buta Ke Aksyen Buta?'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-141657992656675798</id><published>2009-02-27T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:46:36.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Syirah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was her birthday yesterday. Abg picked us up from home to his place. It was a last minute plan, therefore no gift for the baby girl yet. She refused to be called 'Baby' anymore, claiming that she's already 5 and no more a baby. But look at her size, so small, so easy to throw her around (i love slamming her down on the bed &amp;amp; carrying her upside down.. hehe), how can i not call her 'Baby'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307378829277501826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY7O-DmYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/92MpnUKAW1U/s320/P1040413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She called me a few times yesterday, reminding that it was her birthday. And asked whether we could come over and visit her. Once i stepped in, she asked, 'Bibik tak bawak Syirah punye present?'. Clever. Clever. So today, i will make a point to buy a gift for that Little Miss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY76MiWjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/xp7He0YKMu0/s1600-h/P1040409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307378840880962098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY76MiWjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/xp7He0YKMu0/s320/P1040409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307378832832544002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY7cNpPQI/AAAAAAAAAxM/8nRCIHyfuSY/s320/P1040405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307378838115381314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY7v5K8EI/AAAAAAAAAxU/xfeIkAP5v1c/s320/P1040407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY74nnGKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GQNcMjMBkik/s1600-h/P1040408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307378840457648290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY74nnGKI/AAAAAAAAAxc/GQNcMjMBkik/s320/P1040408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy 5th Birthday Syirah! We love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-141657992656675798?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/141657992656675798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=141657992656675798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/141657992656675798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/141657992656675798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-baby-syirah.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Syirah!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SaeY7O-DmYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/92MpnUKAW1U/s72-c/P1040413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-585281054355979404</id><published>2009-02-16T16:49:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:28:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Older, A Year Wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly, thanks to all who have wish me a happy birthday. I am very happy indeed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all started on Friday evening when i was about to log off from my PC when the colleagues started calling out my name, 'Nana, Nana! Come here.. There's a rat here. Come and take a look..' Funny or wat? Got rat, ask me go and take a look. Haha. It was actually a black Guess paper bag. And they started singing the happy birthday song while i opened the bag and took out what's inside. I felt so touched. They bought me a Guess sling bag and some Body Shop shower gel, body lotion and miniature perfume. Oh, and a small book with all the well wishes inside it. Sweet, aren't they? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the first surprise. More surprise to come.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653560054799378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpc0BrNXBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A5UPypWfJZ0/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653591165750658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpc11kozYI/AAAAAAAAAtk/G0RQMpYxhxg/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653595278870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpc2E5SB6I/AAAAAAAAAts/ypseFgQkM0s/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656188684928802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpfNCFeByI/AAAAAAAAAuE/EmAzwhGPKdg/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Second surprise was from my crazy yet wonderful girls, not forgetting their partners. How can i forget my sis for being part of this surprise? She who had kept me awake, forcing me to karaoke with her till almost 12am, just to ensure that i don't sleep before the surprise? Coz she knows, once im asleep, she will have a hard time waking me up. I sleep like a dead log, mind you. And i was about to listen to Misteri Jam 12, while getting ready to sleep (da start golek2, nak tido), when i heard knocking on the door. &lt;em&gt;Aku ni da la penakut, tapi nak jugak dgr cerita hantu, abih tiba-tiba dgr org ketuk pintu, LAGI LA AKU TAKOT!&lt;/em&gt; Silence for a sec. Heard the knocking again. Asked sis if she heard wat i heard. She did, but i chose to ignore. &lt;em&gt;Da cover muka dgn bantal tau..&lt;/em&gt; Hehehe.. She asked me to open the door. Buat kelakar ke ape kakak ni? On second thought, i was thinking maybe it's the police. Maybe we were too noisy when we were karaoke-ing a while ago. So we opened the door together. It's my girls! &lt;em&gt;I sungguh tak glamour. Dgn baju butterfly, rambut kusut masai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sweet of them eh.. I've never expected something like this. Felt so touched the second time in 1 day. Boyfren joined us for supper and we end the night at 3am, with plans for the next day. I had a hard time falling a sleep. Too happy to sleep i guess coz i kept smiling thinking of my girls and what i have in store the next day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653602309118258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpc2fFbGTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/la0iMGHsQfY/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656188989207330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpfNDOA8yI/AAAAAAAAAuM/se2hMT-EhA8/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The third and many more surprises was from the boyfriend. He fetched me with a RED London cab. Not that i don't like the cab but i love the color of the cab more. It's RED ok, it's so me. We headed to Vivocity for Valkyrie. It's our second visit to Gold Class. Valkyrie is based on a true story about Germany against Adolf Hitler. It's interesting, you guys should watch. Boyfriend actually wanted to watch the Benjamin Button story, but since it's MY birthday, i get to choose what i want to watch. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While on our way in the RED cab, boyfriend gave some of the many gifts. Firstly, the birthday card filled with sweet words. Secondly, the Sembonia handbag &amp;amp; a coin pouch. I fell in love with the bag. So cantik.. Hehehe.. Then he gave me a DKNY perfume. Apparently he had a theme for my birthday gifts, that is, 'What She Needs &amp;amp; Not What She Wants' for i need to change my more-than-a-yr handbag &amp;amp; my perfume da habis. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656196657473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpfNfyRaTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ckt5dada7tQ/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656192603873378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpfNQr0YGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/BUw-3cPv4pg/s320/9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Valkyrie, we headed off to International Building for dinner. Somehow, i knew he will be bringing me there. It was my idea to bring him to Rice Table. No wonder he always give excuses when i asked if he wants to go there. Pandai elak eh pakcik.. We reached a lil bit too early and had to wait for a while. And while waiting, we snap, snap, snap..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where we had our dinner.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656200366985202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpfNtmsD_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/VNnKmUovhvw/s320/P1040302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952492674225298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtssMdlFJI/AAAAAAAAAus/w9BrAL3Z1yg/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We need no introduction.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952495996808962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtssY1vrwI/AAAAAAAAAu8/bBJly3MOArc/s320/P1040303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952503653490946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtss1XPYQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/SvPR3JjJLEE/s320/14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A kiss for the birthday girl..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952500183016546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtssob0JGI/AAAAAAAAAvE/nS9N-9Co9Dg/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Sweetheart! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303952494823554018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtssUeBO-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/NyNSNl28CwQ/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953925538764418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtt_mTG1oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4cbqw_LX_Z0/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the food was served, boyfriend gave the last gift. It's a Bonia watch. I can now say bye bye to my imitation Rolex watch. Hehehehe.. Got to know that the watch was bought in KL. He seeked help from the rest to make sure that i didn't see the watch. Sis, mum n dad was instructed to bring me somewhere, bro &amp;amp; his in-laws helped him by keeping the watch. I saw him walking into a watch shop but least expected him to buy anything. Hehehe. I'm surprised! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953932056822386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtt_-lIgnI/AAAAAAAAAvc/wJidpkNltFg/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953928815480930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtt_ygVkGI/AAAAAAAAAvk/NG4s86oDnRo/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953936335146434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtuAOhKjcI/AAAAAAAAAvs/RhpCH4XSeU8/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303953938910468930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtuAYHK20I/AAAAAAAAAv0/ontXUe7vA_k/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The food was delicious. It's an ala carte buffet restaurant serving Indonesian food. Prices are reasonable. I love the dessert, mango sorbet. Very syiok you.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956630517807458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtwdDIXeWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/fPFa7iQj1_k/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956630568241058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtwdDUZB6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/YoWyVHHFMMU/s320/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home after dinner and met with my aunt. She gave me this. I felt like i'm 12! Hahahaha.. She &amp;amp; her hubby said that this penyu reminds them of me crying when i freed my 4 huge terrapinns more than 10 yrs ago. Hehehe.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959005615169650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtynTDtIHI/AAAAAAAAAwk/C0WRs4TF6_g/s320/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Sunday, had dinner with boyfrined's family, it was the mum's treat. When home only to find out that everyone is not at home. Mum &amp;amp; Dad got me a Toscano bag that i've been eyeing since early this month. Sis got me what i needed most, bras. Somehow, many of my bras have gone missing. Maybe it dropped somewhere, or maybe i misplaced them, i dunno. It's missing. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Saturday will be the chalet. I'm so looking forward to it. Did the marketing with boyfriend yesternight at Sheng Siong. So convenient. "Segala Untuk Kamu.." :-) What to expect? Nothing much.. It's more of family &amp;amp; friends bonding session. Sis-in-law has volunteered to do the cooking and preparing the bbq stuff. Ordered satay last night. Sheila's mum has always been helpful to cook the noodles for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From parents &amp;amp; sis &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303970928653630962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZt9dT1l_fI/AAAAAAAAAw8/VEbiNDwlN48/s320/23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From Beloved Boyfriend &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303956642100026898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtwduRyHhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XA4C1rDcglc/s320/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From fellow colleagues&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959021414935666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtyoN6qbHI/AAAAAAAAAws/zWQyb9CBmgE/s320/25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope one day, she'll find a man who will love her with all his heart; like i found mine. :-) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959024047160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZtyoXuO-zI/AAAAAAAAAw0/D2yjtpvcgG8/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you everyone who have made my birthday a wonderful one this year. Full of surprises i would say. Thank you! May you all be blessed.. &lt;/strong&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/19590466-585281054355979404?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/585281054355979404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=585281054355979404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/585281054355979404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/585281054355979404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-older-year-wiser.html' title='A Year Older, A Year Wiser'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZpc0BrNXBI/AAAAAAAAAtc/A5UPypWfJZ0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-5978941454635391104</id><published>2009-02-16T10:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:44:33.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extract from my bestfriend, Rohaida's page: smile and laugh baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were having our random and typical sms conversations,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and mind you, we actually last hours in our smses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so from 6pm till 12am, 6 hours before her birthday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was making sure she was home till the surprise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was planned as impromptu as one of us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but we pulled it off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to think the birthday girl was so dejected and disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i chose to not reply her smses after midnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was sad.....but not for long.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303213510478981634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjMlxQm6gI/AAAAAAAAAoM/K0sPJX7B4jM/s320/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217453862096850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjQLTgaD9I/AAAAAAAAAo8/b7V4jd3mRfM/s320/IMG_3890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303213517143306466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjMmKFgcOI/AAAAAAAAAoc/n5FWgV3WPbE/s320/IMG_3891.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she actually refused to open the door because she was hearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the midnight stories on Ria 89.7fm. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303213515106656210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjMmCf7n9I/AAAAAAAAAok/JfZA7Q-LUyw/s320/IMG_3892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unglam, unprepared and surprised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that was what we all wanted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303213520785822034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjMmXp80VI/AAAAAAAAAos/2iMO4eLOBOY/s320/IMG_3896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303213798829925282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjM2jc1I6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/atUJBp5hzCQ/s320/IMG_3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;loving you always babe, cant wait for the chalet next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5978941454635391104?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5978941454635391104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5978941454635391104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5978941454635391104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5978941454635391104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/02/extract-from-my-bestfrind-rohaidas-page.html' title='Extract from my bestfriend, Rohaida&apos;s page: smile and laugh baby'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjMlxQm6gI/AAAAAAAAAoM/K0sPJX7B4jM/s72-c/IMG_3889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-3610800287277433993</id><published>2009-02-16T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:37:48.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extract from my bestfriend, Rohaida's page: my other best friend's birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjHa7zoOoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CwLioY3WBNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303207826773523074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SZjHa7zoOoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CwLioY3WBNQ/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so while the rest of us will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;celebrating Valentines Day, i must extend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my wishes for my bestest ever friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nur Amalina Ismail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO SHORTY ITS UR BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u know i'm always happy for you and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will be sad on the day you get married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos that would mean i cant look for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the next time i wanna run away from home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember those days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're still one of the few girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i sms every other day and every reply&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would make me laugh or smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that often people think i'm having phone sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now now, i have something up my sleeve. u guys shall wait for the next entry! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh yes, love u always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-3610800287277433993?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3610800287277433993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3610800287277433993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3610800287277433993'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Mana Mochi? 7-Eleven Ade..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So convenient. Tak payah cari jauh-jauh. Exactly the mochi that I've been looking for last year. My cousin, who came back from Japan for his school break, gave me the one yg kene rebus, make your own filling. Betul-betul punye traditional mochi la. Sape nak gi buat? Dari last October sampai sekarang, benda tu masih kat dlm cabinet. Masih cantik, tak disentuh. Expire tahun depan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semalam, masok 7-Eleven, jalan-jalan cari chocolate, terpandang mochi. Happy gila! Beli berkotak-kotak. Orang-orang kat rumah semua tak reti makan, bawak la gi ofis pagi ni. Belum 1/2 jam, da lesap! Sebab kat ofis ni semua hantu mochi.. Hehehehe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, semalam gi dinner kat pastamania, after for so long, they decided to go halal. Tak la fantastic mane. Biasa aje. Pasta letak banyak-banyak. Sauce sikit je. It can be better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4384412485189638332?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4384412485189638332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4384412485189638332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4384412485189638332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4384412485189638332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/02/mana-mochi-7-eleven-ade.html' title='Mana Mochi? 7-Eleven Ade..'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-6885315439102902776</id><published>2009-02-12T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:04:39.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Why? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Abg Nuar, why must you come on the 7th of March? Why must you come when i'm in Cherating? I'm so sad.. Nvm, there's always a next time.. :-(&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/19590466-6885315439102902776?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6885315439102902776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6885315439102902776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6885315439102902776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6885315439102902776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-why-why.html' title='Why? Why? Why?'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5985605920898116315</id><published>2009-02-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:20:10.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset With Tiger Airways Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was 12/12/08 when my family &amp;amp; I, total of 11 people, inclusive of 2 kids &amp;amp; 4 elderly were stranded in the budget terminal for more than 3 hrs, not knowing what to do, when we were told that our 5pm (can’t remember the exact time) flight to Kuala Lumpur is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re not informed of the flight cancellation. No emails, no calls received. We were told by the supervisor, Mr. Malik that they did send out auto-generated emails to the affected passengers on 19 of Nov ’08. Unfortunately, we didn’t receive any. He also said that they only liaise with customers through emails. Our family is not the only victim. There’s a Chinese couple who faced the same fate. And like us, they also have a connecting flight from Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also greeted by rude customer service officer, Khairunnisa K. Anuar, when she said, ‘Your connecting flight is not our problem’. I am aware that I cannot expect excellent service from budget carriers. But I think good customer service should be practice anytime &amp;amp; anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law had misplaced the itinerary and she called, faxed and emailed to Tiger Airways to ask if they could give her another copy of it. We were extremely disappointed by unanswered calls, unattended fax and ignored emails. How can they say they only liaise through emails when they don’t reply to our email? We might have known about the flight cancellation if we receive a reply from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These resulted in us purchasing air tickets from Air Asia. 1 ticket cost $208 and we are talking about 11 passengers. Of course, it cost a bomb in last minute cases like this. And we had to rush in order for us to catch the connecting flight to Langkawi. The sights of elderly trying to catch up with the young ones are just heart wrenching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a shame that these happen in Singapore. I think liaising only through emails (shame when they didn’t even bother to reply to emails) alone, cannot work. They should at least make an attempt to call if they didn’t get any respond from the passenger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother &amp;amp; sister-in-law went to their office at Tampines recently to ask for refund. He (the customer service officer who is the only one working there) said that we need to fax him the details in order for him to proceed with the claims. Now, what can he guarantee that they will look into this matter when they didn’t even bother to reply to our fax the other time? When asked why it is so hard to get through their hotline, he said that they took turn to answer calls. He also said that there are about 30 operators altogether. It is so ridiculous that none of those 30 operators can answer 1 call. I doubt if I’m the only one having problems getting on their line.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this experience with Tiger Airways, I still think that not all budget carriers give the same low standard of service. Credits to Air Asia for they had lightened our sadness &amp;amp; disappointment and make our holiday a memorable one. Definitely I will say yes to budget carriers other than Tiger Airways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand an apology from Tiger Airways to my family &amp;amp; those affected. We are deeply saddened by the very bad service they provided to us and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know it's outdated but, who cares? :-) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5985605920898116315?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5985605920898116315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5985605920898116315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5985605920898116315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5985605920898116315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/02/upset-with-tiger-airways-service.html' title='Upset With Tiger Airways Service'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5079423462998921368</id><published>2009-01-29T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:39:11.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Harah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sense something is not right with my tagboard. The only Harah that i know since 14/02/1988, is my paternal cousin. I got abit worried why 'Harah' have to say, 'I will be fine'. Asked the Harah that i know what happen to her and she said that she's ok, no problem. And my, she didnt even know my blog address.. Hahahaha.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just who is this Harah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5079423462998921368?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5079423462998921368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5079423462998921368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5079423462998921368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5079423462998921368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-harah.html' title='Miss Harah'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-4799544204592918796</id><published>2009-01-23T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:31:17.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've gottten my lil' gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hari tua coming barely a month from now. Yet I've got my first gift or rather gifts yesterday. I'm one happy girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Poor boy got a scolding from mummy for pampering me with 5 pairs of footwear from Charles &amp;amp; Keith. My all time favourite store as they got big sizes for people with big foot like mine. :-) And a make up set from Maybelline. How can i not be happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just need one flats to replace the old one coz it decided to say goodbye yesterday. Just one. He insisted on getting the privilege card and told me to get another 3 or 4 to meet the minumum spending in order to get the card. Now I'm thinking where should I place these new shoes? Why didn't you provide me with a shoe rack also? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294510666459044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SXnhZk3O2yI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XKjfJ7Zc0ZM/s320/P1040267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294510657404533986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SXnhZDId_OI/AAAAAAAAAm0/dJ1YLwBHRm8/s320/P1040261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I seriously don't know how to put on make up. I mean the full process where you put the uv base, foundation, concealer, mascara n blablabla.. All this while, i only put on the two-way foundation powder, blusher &amp;amp; eyeliner. Lipstick, rarely. So yesterday, boyfriend said that i should learn putting more things onto my face. He bought me mascara, which i seriously don't know how to put on. Concealer. Eyeshadow, this one lucky got the steps on how to use at the back of the casing. Make up remover. And the blusher &amp;amp; refill for the compact powder. Not that i'm getting uglier as i'm reaching 21, but he just wants to see the vain side of me instead of the i-tak-kuasa perangai. Hehehe.. Boyfriend, the next time we go out together and i keep touching up my make up, you don't make noise ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294510677777563362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SXnhaPBxvuI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GwFToKjI6_E/s320/P1040271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He said i spoil my own surprise. Reason being, those shopping should be done on my birthday itself as it's part of the many gifts. But boy, I need those stuff urgently. Cannot blame me right? Anyway, i still don't know what you hide in your wardrobe. Save that for my birthday ok.. Thank you sweetheart! You know i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And today, I got a maxi dress from Sirin. Hehehe Thank you preggy. I'm gonna miss you since you'll be gone for about 4 months. Can't wait to see little Ehan. Pls don't scare me with those contractions that you had yesterday and will have later ok? It's so not encouraging. Hehehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All i want now is to meet Dina &amp;amp; Aini. I miss them so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't wait for 14th &amp;amp; 21st Feb.. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&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/19590466-4799544204592918796?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4799544204592918796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4799544204592918796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4799544204592918796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4799544204592918796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-gottten-my-lil-gifts.html' title='I&apos;ve gottten my lil&apos; gifts!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SXnhZk3O2yI/AAAAAAAAAm8/XKjfJ7Zc0ZM/s72-c/P1040267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-4780550718442407596</id><published>2009-01-12T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:43:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics for my Langkawi &amp;amp; KL trip is up on my multiply. As well as my company's D&amp;amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4780550718442407596?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4780550718442407596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4780550718442407596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4780550718442407596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4780550718442407596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5001612947176974690</id><published>2008-12-12T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:55:08.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My body is here, my mind is elsewhere. No mood to work already. Need to clear some stuff, that's why i'm still here working my ass off. Sheesh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm oh so excited! At first mum, dad &amp;amp; sis didn't know where we're going. It's funny when they told me what they said to people who had asked them where they're going. Mummy thought it's Sarawak and happily claimed that she's going to Sarawak. Sister told her superiors that she's not going anywhere, just staying at home when asked why she's taking more than a week's leave. Being Daddy, he just said 'I don't know'. I love Daddy. :-) I told them to save up duit shopping from June. Until last month, they didn't save up any. Reason being, they thought i'm joking. My goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks to Rohaida for taking care Dolla &amp;amp; Dolly for me. Thanks to Sirin for ensuring that Simba is in good hands. Thank you vey much babes!&lt;br /&gt;It's relax &amp;amp; unwind in Langkawi. And i hear Beach Club &amp;amp; HRC in KL calling my name! It's party time baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Goodbye people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be back for my DnD. Theme: Rock Star. Another thing to look forward to. Can't wait to doll Mr. Boyfriend up. Kekekeke.. Celak tebal2, all black outfit, boots, rantai kapal.. Wah best. I'm looking for a red stilettos for my huge feet. :-0&lt;/em&gt;&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/19590466-5001612947176974690?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5001612947176974690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5001612947176974690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5001612947176974690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5001612947176974690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday Mood'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2768812627275076495</id><published>2008-12-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:11:57.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever I needed comfort &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You were always here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To bring about a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or dry a running tear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whenever I needed someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who would truly care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i wanted support &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You were always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can tell you anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;About me and my pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cos i know you wouldn't laugh at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And call me cruel names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When nobody was around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i wanted to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You provided me your shoulder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I started to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You not only made me laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You also saved my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You pried open my hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And made me drop that knife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you for all the help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That you have been giving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Did you know you opened up my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And allowed me to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That you are my best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And i hope we'll stay that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until the very end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remember you wrote this for me on my 16th birthday? I thought it was sweet. In fact, it still is. You know where &amp;amp; how to get me, don't you? I will always be here for you Gorgeous, anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whatever that you're doing now, I truly understand the reasons. Getting over someone can't be easy, but you will somehow. Take things slow ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It saddened me to see you in that state last night. All along, i know you're not okay. But you try to put a brave front, like you always did. I'm not ready to lose you. You're part of me. You know that, don't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will try to help you as much as I can. All of us are here for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2768812627275076495?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2768812627275076495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2768812627275076495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2768812627275076495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2768812627275076495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-all-about-friendship.html' title='It&apos;s All About Friendship'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-262458618123607790</id><published>2008-11-28T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:33:45.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Case of The Ex-Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw Mr. Capoeira yesterday when having dinner with Mr. Boyfriend. After many donkey years. And i realised how much i hold onto the past. Mr. Boyfriend asked, 'You still remember how he looks eh?'. Well Mr. Boyfriend, I believe you still remember the looks of your secondary school girlfriend-tak-jadi kan? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have come to a point where we can talk about our used-to-be love beau. Occasionally, we would talk about it over coffee, the good &amp;amp; bad times, how we met, got separated &amp;amp; lost touch with them. At the end of the day, we smiled, realising how much we've grown. Its a beautiful feeling not everyone can experience it. Afterall, it's the future that matters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's such a sad thing that a relationship had to end with some hatred feelings. It would be easier if we end it with a good note but you chose not to, saying it'll be hard for you. You taught me that being angry is easier than being sad. It's true but at the same time, you're being selfish by not thinking about what I would feel. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything happen for a reason i guess. Maybe if we were to continue with what we had, I don't think we can make it this far, can we? :0 I'm thankful that God gave me a chance to fall in love again. I do not want to linger over the past anymore coz i'm contented with what i have now. A loving boyfriend, understanding family &amp;amp; a group of supportive friends. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, Mr. Capoeira, if you happen to stumble upon this humble site of mine, I'm sorry to have broke your heart and i'm happy to see that you've moved on and that you no more hate girls like you used to. It's such a relief to have seen you yesternight. I've said my sorries. I'm over you. All the best. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-262458618123607790?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/262458618123607790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=262458618123607790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/262458618123607790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/262458618123607790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/11/case-of-ex-lover.html' title='Case of The Ex-Lover'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1173879413287718464</id><published>2008-11-24T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:55:55.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sister-In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SSpdzBumMqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nLi9esU0ytc/s1600-h/P1030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272129445009175202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SSpdzBumMqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nLi9esU0ytc/s320/P1030003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i was 4, brother enjoyed sending me off to school. Mummy was curious because she always had a hard time asking him to buy stuff from the mama shop. Not that he hates the mama but there's just something that makes him happy when sending me to school. Of course i know what makes him did that. But he managed to bribe me with chocolates and sweets, so that mummy &amp;amp; daddy won't know what's going on. Hehe naughty brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, a sweet-looking lady, who's also sending her sister to school, awaits him at the void deck,everyday without fail. Eventually, mummy &amp;amp; daddy found out the secret from the kepo makciks. Lucky brother, mummy was ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;Brother &amp;amp; this lady took me along on their dates. No they were forced to take me. Mummy did that so that i can report what happen throughout the whole outing. Keke.. But chocolates &amp;amp; sweets kept me mum. Of course there were times when we quarreled, i threatened to let the truth out.. hehehe.. But it didnt happen. I was abit jealous of this lady for being close to my beloved brother. Kept thinking that brother doesn't love me anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 years later, on the 28th of February 2000, i woke up from my sleep crying. Found out that brother wasn't by my side while i was asleep. And will never again be by my side on my sleepless nights. Somehow, I had forgotten that he's married to that lady the day before. She looked stunning on their wedding day and i love her. She's part of my beautiful family and i vowed that she'll be treated like one. No less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that same year, she gave birth to my first nephew, Zufayri. Thanks to you, i learnt to love children (I hate those little monsters running around the house back then). Then came the talkative Insyirah, now 4 years old.. We had our fair share of misunderstandings, but deep down inside, we know we love each other. You're the most understanding SIL i will ever have. We love you sis! Most importantly, thank you for making brother happy! :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, i wish a very happy birthday to you. Hope you like the cake that we bought for you yesterday (due to space constraint in our stomach because of too much briyani &amp;amp; murtabak, we didnt get to have any cake cutting session last night and so, birthday girl brought it home).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Mama Nisah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1173879413287718464?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1173879413287718464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1173879413287718464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1173879413287718464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1173879413287718464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-sister-in-law.html' title='Happy Birthday Sister-In-Law'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SSpdzBumMqI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nLi9esU0ytc/s72-c/P1030003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-4146910933581778735</id><published>2008-10-20T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:52:34.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta Harta, Hilang Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beberapa hari yg lepas, terdgr sepasang kekasih bertengkar dlm bas.. Pasang telinga? Tidak. Cukup jelas utk satu bas dgr pertengkaran mereka. Subjeknya, wang, materi dan benda2 yg sewaktu dgn nya. Pertengkaran mereka lebih kurang berbunyi begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ape lagi you nak ni? I beli motor pasal you. Mana2 you nak pegi, i hantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Alah setakat motor je buat ape.. I don't really care la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You make me work 2 jobs just because to live up to your standards and now you give me this kind of shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Standards ape? Tgk wayang, i bayar. Gi mkn, we go dutch. Mase birthday i, gift from you pon takde. I mintak bag pon you tak mampu nak kasi? Da la you jarang spent time dgn i.. Ntah2 you joli dgn pompan lain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Oi pompan! (Da mula pekik2) Skrg kau nak ungkit? Da tu nak tuduh2 pulak!? Kau nak bergaya dgn motor, ade kau hulur duit? Satu sen pon takde tau! Duit minyak, duit servis motor ade kau keluarkan? Kau fikir la.. Mane aku nak carik duit? NS je da pening kepala. Ni aku kene kerja 2 kerja, pasal sape? Pasal kau la! Kau nak sgtkan bergaya? Rasekan! Sudah la, aku malas nak bebual dgn kau lagi.. Kau carik je la lelaki lain yg bole tahan dgn perangai kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minah:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aku pon da tak ingin dgn kau lagi. Kau bole berambus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunyi. Sepi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum Mat turun, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minah&lt;/span&gt; sempat mengatakan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Anyway, my new partner is way better than you.. He drives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat mendengus dan terus turun dari bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, kalau minah anda mengecek suruh beli motor untuk tayang motor sana sini, katekan la pada mereka, 'You nak motor, you blajar ride sendiri, then you beli sendiri..' Percayala, keadaan mcm gini, dpt dijauhi.. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always believe that if you want something, you have to work for it on your own.. At the end of the day, you are the one who will get the benefits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19590466-4146910933581778735?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4146910933581778735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4146910933581778735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4146910933581778735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4146910933581778735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/10/cinta-harta-hilang-cinta.html' title='Cinta Harta, Hilang Cinta'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5210061260915882715</id><published>2008-09-25T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:18:30.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da 58 Tahun Orang Ni Hidup..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SNs52Duf85I/AAAAAAAAAcI/pUXXIZg-lK0/s1600-h/With+Mummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249853391506502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SNs52Duf85I/AAAAAAAAAcI/pUXXIZg-lK0/s320/With+Mummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 58th Birthday Mak! Da tua jugak eh mak ni? Hehe.. Sorry mak..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When i got home yesterday, her eyes was red and teary. I was shocked and asked, 'Mak nangis eh? Asal mata merah?' She laughed and say, 'Takde.. Bapak kau wish mak happy birthday..' Lerr.. Tu pon nak nangis ke? Terharu la konon.. Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last night, when the clock strike 12, we sang her the infamous birthday song.. No cakes, no present.. Yet.. Oh, sister bought her a Bonia shoe. Suke eh mak.. She's so into Bonia. Sepupu Bonia, Sembonia, die tak pandang.. Haha.. Thought of buying her a Bonia bag. Yet another bag.. Bonia takde baju ke? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Sis wished her the usual 'Semoga sihat selalu', 'Semoga dipanjangkan umur', 'Mudah-mudahan rezeki nya bertambah', bla bla bla.. I wished her the same things too, adding, 'Semoga nampak 40 tahun sentiasa..' (wah ni die manyak happy la.. muka ade seeenyuuumm.. hehe) and lastly, 'Semoga tidurnya tak lambat sgt, selain dpt lebih rehat, kalau anak2 mak balik lambat, mak tak tau..' (Ah.. this one, she not happy.. Mata jeling, senyum senget!) Mak kate, 'Bertuah punye budak!' Wakakaka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm more than glad that F1 is coming to an end. Pheew! No more doing of sample boardsssss. No more meetingsssss. No more irritating excel sheets with many2 colors &amp;amp; columns that has to be changed every single week since many many months ago. No more rush printingsssss &amp;amp; bindingsssss. *Take note of the many S*. Coming up next, the Youth Olympic Games (YOG). For now, let's relax while we can. I need some booze baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5210061260915882715?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5210061260915882715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5210061260915882715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5210061260915882715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5210061260915882715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/09/da-58-tahun-orang-ni-hidup.html' title='Da 58 Tahun Orang Ni Hidup..'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SNs52Duf85I/AAAAAAAAAcI/pUXXIZg-lK0/s72-c/With+Mummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-5544601829204528414</id><published>2008-09-24T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:43:27.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BADI</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Macam mane nak hilangkan badi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abg panic2 call rumah, ckp, 'Tadi kite nampak accident, org tu tercampak kene besi divider, muka org tu pecah. Kak Nisah (my SIL) dari kat sane sampai da kat rumah pon nangis je sampai menggigil-gigil. Abg rase die badi. Macam mane ni? Can ask mum to get any air baca-baca for her to mandi tak?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dgn cepat i call my SIL to ask what actually happen. Crying, she keep repeating die takot, worry. Worried kalau it happen to abg i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pujuk punye pujuk, nangis menjadi-jadi. Kakak ipar aku ni ade lemah semangat sikit. Agaknye sebab tu la jadi mcm tu. But i think it's a norm for people to be like her if accidents happen in front of our eyes. Except orang-orang yg da biasa tgk darah la mcm boyfriend gue.. Dulu takot kalau nampak accident, skrg da jadi medic, da takde feeling die ckp.. Tapi kalau orang nak beranak, die masih gerun. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story, after buka, mak &amp;amp; bapak pegi la from Bedok to Woodlands utk hantar air tu.. She got better after bathing.. Tapi mak kate, kalau die teringat, die nangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni baru badi nampak accident. I wonder what happen to people yg badi mayat.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Semlm petang, i baca blog kak seriwahyuni about accidents kat area yg ade 'lembu hitam'. I wonder if that's where yesterday's accident happen. Eee seram..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19590466-5544601829204528414?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5544601829204528414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5544601829204528414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5544601829204528414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5544601829204528414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/09/badi.html' title='BADI'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-3130914771217069313</id><published>2008-09-22T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:10:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger. Frust. Shitty. Scared. Mixed feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only we can shut a person's mouth by giving him/her a punch in the face.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheila! I need a hug from you! Let me cry and i'll be fine.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUMB.NUMB.NUMB. I won't entertain you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-3130914771217069313?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3130914771217069313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3130914771217069313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3130914771217069313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3130914771217069313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/09/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-575112594925242472</id><published>2008-09-19T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:26:19.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANUAR ZAIN is Coming to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Msnis for posting that entry on your space.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm so not gonna miss it. I'll make myself free on Nov '08. I don't care if it's Siti Nurhaliza. But this want, no no.. I MUST go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nak gi dgn sape eh? The fact that i can go 'awww handsome nye..' every time he's on tv or even in the papers, Jali hates him for that.. Jealous la tu! Hahaha.. I hope he can go with me.. I called him to ask if eh wants to go, he sounded not happy and said, 'tgk la nanti mcm mane.. sanggup eh you..' Alah syg, pegi je la.. Pls pls... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok now, i can't wait to go to Sistic to book the tix! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Abang Nuar ku, I dtg!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to Hari Raya songs on radio.. So damn syiok la the feeling!&lt;/strong&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/19590466-575112594925242472?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/575112594925242472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=575112594925242472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/575112594925242472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/575112594925242472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/09/anuar-zain-is-coming-to-town.html' title='ANUAR ZAIN is Coming to Town'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8803026205451709228</id><published>2008-09-15T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:32:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hair Color!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Let's all say hi to my new hair color! I think this color suits me better compared to the previous color i had that was so very the Ah-Lian.. Kekasihku yg sungguh pemurah bersungguh2 nak sponsor for this change. Thanks eh darling..&lt;/span&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246178118917415810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SM4rNCZ_44I/AAAAAAAAAb4/v-BWabQ-QOk/s320/13-09-08_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Its nicer and cheaper. Color, highlight, treatment &amp;amp; a little bit of trimming at the edges cost me only $136.. Considering my thick and long hair (mind you, 2 people was working on my head for a solid 3 hours), it's a reasonable price i would say. Now that I've already cleaned my entire house, collected my outfits and got my hair done, I'm all set &amp;amp; ready for hari raya! Eh not really, coz I haven't started on baking cookies. Hmmph! So let's just wait patiently for another 15 more days eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246178126185120738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SM4rNdewQ-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/FiHdWQYwP7Q/s320/13-09-08_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday blues is ending soon! Bye everyone, i'm heading home now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-8803026205451709228?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8803026205451709228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8803026205451709228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8803026205451709228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8803026205451709228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-hair-color.html' title='My New Hair Color!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SM4rNCZ_44I/AAAAAAAAAb4/v-BWabQ-QOk/s72-c/13-09-08_1438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-4701083662635480109</id><published>2008-09-12T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:06:20.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom tooth pls don't take my wisdom like you took my money away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm scared of having those long needles, whatever long slim machines that has to go into my mouth. Just the thought of it makes me pee in my pants. *&lt;em&gt;exagerating*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I went to the dental clinic yesterday after having a very exciting throbbing pain on my gums. I think my last visit to the dentist was 8 yrs ago? Yes i know we're supposed to visit that person wearing that mask every 6 months once. I'm just too SCARED la.. My wisdom tooth is growing but unfortunately, it's stuck under the last tooth. That was the caused of my swollen gums and thus, the sucky pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worse, the dentist cannot take the pain right away coz i need to go thru surgery in order to remove the tooth. And that will cost $900nett! Wah this one i not only suffer toothache, but also heartache. Aiyoh! He offered to do some scaling and polishing to my teeth which add more pain with all the bleedings from my gums. It cost me $150 plus consultation &amp;amp; medication (pathetic painkiller that didnt ease my pain even a second &amp;amp; antibiotic.. hmmph).. I thought $150 was ok coz i can claim from my company mah.. so ok lor.. anyway, 8 yrs leh nvr check on my teeth.. 1 yr muz check 2 times, 8 yrs is equivalent to 16 checks i missed. 1 time check is roughly around $9.50, true? Fair la hah..&lt;br /&gt;Since i thought 900 is not worth the money, i scheduled for an xray at the polyclinic tomorrow. I dont wish to have the extraction tommorrow or Saturday coz i want to enjoy my Iftar session with my darling gfs tomorrow and the nasi ayam penyet on Saturday with my other half. Oh god pls take this pain away. Mummy told me not to fast but i still fast coz it hurts more when i eat. Geez! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, this month will be filled with much love.. Yeah! We'll be celebrating our 7th year of courtship this Sunday. Every now and then, people keep asking the golden qns, 'Bile korg nak kawin?' Duit takde la minah.. Hehe.. Sape tanak kawin oi! Only time will tell.. Baby, I love you la! Should i get you that Sony digital frame which i'm sexcitedly wanted to get for myself? Or that Braun Shaver that looks more like a dickhead. So buruk! Seriously, I got no idea..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, this year theme for my D&amp;amp;D will be Rock &amp;amp; Roll. How cool! Can't imagine how Jali &amp;amp; me will look like in rock &amp;amp; roll outfit.. Hehe.. Will update more about it ok..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4701083662635480109?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4701083662635480109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4701083662635480109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4701083662635480109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4701083662635480109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/09/wisdom-tooth-pls-dont-take-my-wisdom.html' title='Wisdom tooth pls don&apos;t take my wisdom like you took my money away..'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-5164515922000723942</id><published>2008-07-07T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:06:42.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In life, do not expect too much from other people. Coz' expectations may cause great disappointment.. Thank you for what you've done and sacrificed. I'll be away people.. Take care..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5164515922000723942?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5164515922000723942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5164515922000723942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5164515922000723942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5164515922000723942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-off.html' title='Time Off'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-3103579684021668160</id><published>2008-07-01T21:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:25:55.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Birthday Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bbq was awesome! Boyfriend was the happiest person last weekend.. He always wanted to have a chalet or a pit.. Thanks to Zulfah for bbq-ing and sponsoring the spaghetti.. You're such a great help although you take away Jali from me most of the time. Lucky thing i have my gfs and their bfs around.. Sheila, shame on you for not turning up and spending the rest of the day at home.. Hahaha.. Tu la, lain kali, org ajak, dtg je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides celebrating the many birthdays (Jali, Dayah &amp;amp; Adi's), it was more for belanja-ing the close ones to me or rather us (me &amp;amp; jali).. These are the people who have always been giving us the support, advices and they are always there in our darkest moment. Special thanks to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aida &amp;amp; Wan: The bochap couple.. Aida, there's a reason why you're my bestfriend. No matter how bimbotic you can be, i still love you all the same.. And i already leave a mark on you.. But i dont wish to have that kind of mark on me.. Hehe.. You &amp;amp; Wan will be just fine. Trust me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063831615183890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpJaIq8nBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dCwKsEUi-Vk/s320/P1020093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dayah &amp;amp; Dot: Dayah, although dulu aku suke dera kau, tu tanda aku syg la.. hehe.. i wish i can dera you more.. Dot, mcmne kau bole termasok dlm police force eh? Like Adi said, 'budak tgk muka kau, dorg ketawa..' Hehe.. Dayah, patience is all you need dear.. All the best!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063791368328274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpJXyvWVFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ii4kJ4arrGw/s320/P1020089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Zsa &amp;amp; Adi: Ah ni cute couple, physically. Zsa, you're one lucky girl. No matter how cekik darah he can be, he already prove wat a good man he can be. Adi, kalau da strike lottery, share eh.. Hehe.. Aku suke tgk korg.. Senang ckp, cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063798302095378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpJYMkfOBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4UMCfw69RnA/s320/P1020086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yana &amp;amp; Is (BB): Thanks for coming Yana.. We have not met for the longest time! I miss you and i'm sure the rest of the girls miss you. Pls dont get the idea of we dont like BB. As long as you're happy, we're happy for you. Afterall, its your life. But pls dont part from us. We still love you like we always do. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063826973608466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpJZ3YTyhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/zlbCaDn3wvY/s320/P1020088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Harah &amp;amp; Rusdi: Babe, you're the best cousin i can ever have.. Kite satu kepala la! Hehe.. Rusdi, pls dont kidnap Jali and bring him go clubbing eh. And thanks for giving the green light for me to kidnap Harah for a day.. As you said, '1 month pon takpe, i want to be on leave..' Ass! I cant wait for November to come.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218063812267976610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpJZAmNp6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/mVGruGQtbAw/s320/P1020072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sheila: Ok, this one, can be problematic at one moment, the next moment in cloud 9. Confuse you are. But i wish you all the best eh.. I hear you cry your hearts out, you heard mine. You just know wat i feel deep inside. Kalau kau da kawin, aku masih bole call kau pagi2 buta utk share problem aku tak? Hehe.. Sayang kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218065689235837154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpLGQ2OUOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Ac8NKbOO_yE/s320/P1010540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zulfah: You &amp;amp; Jali are like Harold &amp;amp; Kumar. But i dont know how much you guys really share about one another. Just to let you know, Jali is happy to have a friend like you. But i'm sorry to say, because of 1 of his moronic friend, i dont really trust his other friends, including you. I hope one day you could prove me wrong. But so far, i dont mind your company.. So not to worry too much eh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218065667743536322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpLFAyD1MI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Zfcbp9KLPzY/s320/P1020112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Rosjali: Ni paling I sayang! Need i say more? ;) Hope you enjoy your birthday celebration this year.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218066298083941954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpLps-7HkI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SpPokNEC3k0/s320/P1020357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, those who were invited, you must feel lucky coz i love each and everyone of you and that you have leave a mark in our life, not physically eh.. Hehe.. And thank you once again for being there for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More pics on my multiply.. And i want to go karaoke next month.. Anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/19590466-3103579684021668160?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3103579684021668160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3103579684021668160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3103579684021668160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3103579684021668160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/07/boyfriends-birthday-part-2.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Birthday Part 2'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGpJaIq8nBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dCwKsEUi-Vk/s72-c/P1020093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-5669436995954013412</id><published>2008-06-26T20:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:27:18.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope you enjoy your birthday celebration this time although there isn't any cake but i hope you're happy with what we had yesterday just like i do..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for the rest, here's a quick summary of what we had for his tua day.. I know you've been waiting to know what i have in store for him..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have always wanted to bring Jali to Carousel coz i am sure he will like the place. From seafood to sushi to laksa to 1 metre sausage with djorn mustard to chocolate fondue. Whatever you want, just name it. So for his special day, i brought him there. He had no clue of where i'm bringing him although we already reached Royal Plaza on Scotts, he still got no idea.. I think he likes the place. Muka ada senyummm.. Waiter &amp;amp; waitress are friendly. Yelah of course, hotel mah.. We settle down for a while before attacking the sushi (for me) &amp;amp; seafood (for him).. He's still kind of in a shock or daze, i dont know. And the smile on his face didn't fade at all.. Thats wat i like! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Birthday Boy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216171709686771650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOQiJNSb8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/aeiR-DYJtpk/s320/P1010960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a drink..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216171731469956482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOQjaWzdYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t7Rq9_BXHOo/s320/P1010971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makan sikit, air da abis?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216171712020146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOQiR5m6LI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MPXgJTAUgBM/s320/P1010961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Spoilt for choices.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216175382917425778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOT39DuKnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/9gV2kVJ_xZo/s320/P1010969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See that fountain of chocolate? Yummy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216175374771827394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOT3etqMsI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y2zlK4XOhZ4/s320/P1010968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No thats not the bill i'm holding.. Thats a survey form..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216171736398318946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOQjst0TWI/AAAAAAAAAYY/IZqZnzF5Hlc/s320/P1010976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took the chance to surprise him with the gift while he was busy selecting the dessert. I placed it on his empty plate which later he thought was a souvenir from the restaurant. But he later realised that there isn't any box placed on my plate. I should have capture that moment on a video and let you guys see the blur face.. CUTE! Hahaha.. I gave him a Fossil watch. It's something that he needs. But the watch is too big for him so we went to Shaw Towers to take out some chains so that it could fit his wrist. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216175345758300274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOT1yoS6HI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Th1GTfscwd4/s320/P1010953.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I got my present!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216177894935086722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOWKLDZxoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/rRcVOA7NtNs/s320/P1010963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216175355515157106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOT2W-gunI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-Y4jqNnutts/s320/P1010965.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Alamak! Besar la.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216175359730668690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOT2mrkVJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JVB-Wg4RjQs/s320/P1010967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then we headed off to Goldheart. I went to tighten my bracelet latch as it keeps falling off.. It's a gift from my parents for my 20th birthday. Mahal ok, kalau hilang, mati gue.. The promoter was kind enough to do the cleaning as well for me and they serve us with tea takde gula while we were browsing at the wedding bands &amp;amp; rings. I felt very awkward looking at bling bling (thats what Jali called my bracelet after da kene cuci coz the diamonds shine sakitkan mata) with Jali. I think this is our first time entering that kind of shop.. I think he's scared of the prices.. Don't be afraid dear.. I only want the Hearts on Fire je.. Hehehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next stop, Sentosa.. We had a good talk while we were on our way.. For me to know, for you to find out la.. It's scorching hot at Sentosa i tell you! We went for the 4DMagix show as well as the Cine Blast. The Pirates show is interesting. But very the kurang ajar coz we didnt expect ourselves to get a little wet. The Cine Blast makes me wanna puke. I would say the show ends too soon. Anti climax la! We wont return la to this kind of place. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok next, this part, i feel like it was my birthday. I suggested we took the cable car to Mount Faber &amp;amp; alight at HarbourFront. Pengumuman! Pengumuman! I have never ever ride a cable car in my 20 years of living in this world! Not even in my mummy's womb coz mummy is afraid of it.. Jali da pernah naik so tak la fun sgt untuk die.. I got a bit scared at first coz Jali was swinging and bouncing the thing.. I kept shouting until he stops. He's very irritating you know! But I love him ok.. We took a lot of pics, I'll post it on my multiply soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184668909629426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOcUeEyb_I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DdokhV1Y3lE/s320/P1010982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184677428403554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOcU9z0nWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/0UYo_cNrREI/s320/P1010983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184685483234210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOcVb0Pk6I/AAAAAAAAAZg/U5qwxOwEQC4/s320/P1020010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186846080742738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOeTMq1NVI/AAAAAAAAAaA/4_ByVol9x98/s320/P1020024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186835210860786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOeSkLP-PI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tCpqo6rMOZM/s320/P1010986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184691429401266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOcVx964rI/AAAAAAAAAZo/x60HBK-hD7M/s320/P1020004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Argh! We're dropping! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216184698034729554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOcWKkwMlI/AAAAAAAAAZw/gZMVZtZOOPM/s320/P1020018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Last stop, Vivocity. We bought tix for Get Smart. Before that, we had our dinner at The Chicken Rice Shop. It's our first time going into the Gold Class cinema. POWER! We were treated like First Class passenger. We LOVE the incline/decline seats most! Plus, they provide blankets. I was abit confused. Ni wayang ke kapal terbang.. hehe.. I almost fell asleep.. We have the waitress &amp;amp; waiters serving our calls in just a few minutes. BUT i adv, if you were to purchase any food or drinks from them, pls give the exact amount. For your convenience &amp;amp; peace of mind.. Wakakaka! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ceh, posing dgn jam baru seh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186853915108946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOeTp2sJlI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FXI7mI7iLrU/s320/P1020034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, ni best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188325847914354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOfpVO0V3I/AAAAAAAAAao/5Gb_rPcykCc/s320/P1020045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186862167093218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOeUImHb-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/qYssJfimaIs/s320/P1020038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186867044309602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOeUaw72mI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aEqLJDmTZDE/s320/P1020041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had a fun time spending the whole day with boyfriend. He's happy, i'm happy. And we hoped for many more happy moments. And today, he told me this, 'Syg, can we turn back time to yesterday? Hehe..' Oh, i too wished yesterday didn't end my dear.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again, Happy Birthday Rosjali! Even though you're a year older, you'll always be my baby! Sayang awak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188324079376498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOfpOpKmHI/AAAAAAAAAag/eT-bS_5vMU0/s320/P1010987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5669436995954013412?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5669436995954013412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5669436995954013412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5669436995954013412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5669436995954013412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/06/boyfriends-birthday.html' title='Boyfriend&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SGOQiJNSb8I/AAAAAAAAAX4/aeiR-DYJtpk/s72-c/P1010960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-1874049136660117200</id><published>2008-06-20T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:27:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Act!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU BETTER DON'T DO THAT AGAIN! WHY THE HELL YOU DO IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! YOU'RE SUCKING UP MY BLOOD!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1874049136660117200?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1874049136660117200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1874049136660117200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1874049136660117200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1874049136660117200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-act.html' title='Stupid Act!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2842643190409941629</id><published>2008-06-16T10:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:22:29.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheila kau da tunang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you know, it's Sheila's engagement last Saturday, 14th June '08 (it's also our 6yrs 9mths anniversary). Fida, Fana, Ain, Fya, mane korg eh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a person who'll get all excited about engagements &amp;amp; weddings, I am honoured to be the bridesmaid. Best ok! Hehe.. I tagged along when she went for her 2nd fitting with her mum. Looking at all the outfits makes me go, 'oh when is my turn..' although i know i wont have that tunang moment.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201707089959826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkDVPWOm5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/fwNRNy0pWbY/s320/06-06-08_1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201714523762050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkDVrClbYI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1QkOyAhaCAc/s320/06-06-08_2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213201695171657282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkDUi8rvkI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/s9jM1R7zxrk/s320/06-06-08_1956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A week before the big day, we start doing the gubahan. I know, we should have start earlier.. Zie came like star karat! Promise to come early, but as usual, she's late la. Kau dtg utk gossip je la eh.. hehe Then eh, went off like super early, all because of the f*cking irritating guy who asked her out! Oh, he's not her boyfriend by the way. But he do act like one. Kesian eh kau.. Your bf is so weird. :-) Another friend of Sheila, Fasha, came with her kids &amp;amp; sister. So we work on the gubahan together. Sheila said that the kids can cekik darah org sometimes but luckily they behave on that day. Not much things to do actually as more of it are food which of course, we can only prepare it a day before the big day or on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_TsInj-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eiCJKwD8iyk/s1600-h/P1010829.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213197282411253730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_TsInj-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eiCJKwD8iyk/s320/P1010829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_T7j8MDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DEqr5CpzEsM/s1600-h/P1010830.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213197286552383538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_T7j8MDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DEqr5CpzEsM/s320/P1010830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_URIaaXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/84Qiimsj80Y/s1600-h/P1010837.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213197292342503794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_URIaaXI/AAAAAAAAAWg/84Qiimsj80Y/s320/P1010837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_UzS6d7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/cjqCxFRbD_0/s1600-h/P1010838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213197301513353138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj_UzS6d7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/cjqCxFRbD_0/s320/P1010838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promised Sheila that i will come on Friday after work. But ehem, due to some last minute plan, I came at 1 am &amp;amp; sleepover at her place. Sorry eh babe, kau tak bole tido.. Her mum, Cik Jaim was busy cooking with one of her aunt. So i help them with the brownies &amp;amp; tarts. By the time, i thought my dear friend already in lala land.. Skali, when i want to sleep, she's still awake la.. She's too excited until cannot sleep.. Hehe.. So aku tepuk2 la si dol ni mcm baby.. Cume tak nyanyi lullaby je.. hehe.. Aku tepuk2 die, aku pulak yg terlelap.. hehe.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ni muka ngantok.. Da 1 pagi oi! Hehe sorry babe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213191458299709666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj6AroOCOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/61N01DWeNfA/s320/P1010864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So the day has come! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The makciks busy preparing the food.. The bride getting ready. The bridesmaid and dayang2 accompany the bride.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213191468937762402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj6BTQh1mI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5WawuE80bJY/s320/P1010871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The bride posing for SOOO MANYYYY cameras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213191486691967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj6CVZdg4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/0ZUVH4y3u0s/s320/P1010890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the Sheila to Sufiyan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213193740620130242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8Fh7z58I/AAAAAAAAAVw/tctVSE9JDz4/s320/P1010896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gift from me to you.. Thanks to Perfectfrosting (Kak Fai)..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213191467149814402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj6BMmP6oI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TCukGa1vWt0/s320/P1010868.JPG" border="0" /&gt; From Sufiyan to Sheila..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213199789224067538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkBlmvXgdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tmLXNJQEBv8/s320/P1010939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aku tau kau nak Hearts on Fire.. Tapi ni pon jadi la.. hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8GIDBAVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/W3T464OdUYY/s1600-h/P1010920.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213193750850896210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8GIDBAVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/W3T464OdUYY/s320/P1010920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I thought of 'kidnapping' this basket ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkBmYKC-hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/l2zgfPrkF1g/s1600-h/P1010940.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213199802489305618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkBmYKC-hI/AAAAAAAAAXA/l2zgfPrkF1g/s320/P1010940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh mentel nye kau Sheila!  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213193764065072994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8G5RhV2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/kQUFfo9aY40/s320/P1010933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da selamat dugong aku tunang..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213193728771738850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8E1y7zOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/C6tTyv5xmwY/s320/P1010894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dgn org2 yg baru mula bercinta.. Haiz..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205824292863154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkHE5H5PLI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9HY1Ogbleuk/s320/1_329653398l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where new friends meet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8GmpdQHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hm0ngQ5qkGY/s1600-h/P1010921.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213193759065194610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFj8GmpdQHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/hm0ngQ5qkGY/s320/P1010921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Old friends rejoice.. Effie, sumpah family aku da tak kenal kau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkBnXK7__I/AAAAAAAAAXI/BMAyZB8USgE/s1600-h/P1010946.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213199819404476402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkBnXK7__I/AAAAAAAAAXI/BMAyZB8USgE/s320/P1010946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Good friends will meet again! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205823947035602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkHE31cU9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/fHRcTsh8YVQ/s320/1_759944890l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More pics, will be uploaded in  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nanaros.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://nanaros.multiply.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, i've just created a multiply account for easy uploading of photos.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2842643190409941629?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2842643190409941629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2842643190409941629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2842643190409941629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2842643190409941629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/06/sheila-kau-da-tunang.html' title='Sheila kau da tunang?'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SFkDVPWOm5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/fwNRNy0pWbY/s72-c/06-06-08_1957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-1059444311060024423</id><published>2008-06-13T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:10:46.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of Boyfriend Abuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf said that i'm abusing him physically and that he's afraid of me. Terok kan! Fyi, thats how we joke around with each other. Pukul, cubit, gigit.. So when we get very excited to pukul each other, things can get very ugly. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know is it my hand or my strength or he's just being tak bole tahan sakit. He hit me equally as hard but he complain that i hurt him more. Pukul sikit je sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit that my hands can be a disaster to things. I destroyed mummy's cake mixer (used for only 3 months), blender (used for 1 week), bro's keyboard/organ (thank god we use it for 4 years!) &amp;amp; many more things. I can leave many blue blacks &amp;amp; red marks on a person's body for days after a short session of 'wrestling' , in this case, my bf's &amp;amp; sister's body. They hate it very much. Eh, but they love my hands when it comes to massaging. But it still do leave some marks for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I pledge not to gigit, pukul or cubit my bf. I will only sayang2 him and not hurt him. If he lari how? Aku jugak susah kan.. Love you dear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1059444311060024423?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1059444311060024423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1059444311060024423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1059444311060024423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1059444311060024423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/06/case-of-boyfriend-abuse.html' title='A case of Boyfriend Abuse'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-4734036694593530840</id><published>2008-06-11T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:34:26.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What if it rains on the 28th? Oh oh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, for now, i'm sooo looking forward for Saturday's event. That is, Sheila's engagement! Yeah! Ain, i think you already got the invitation kan, see you peeps on Saturday k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coming up next, bf's birthday on the 25th. For now, everything's well planned. You gonna love it baby!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4734036694593530840?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4734036694593530840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4734036694593530840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4734036694593530840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4734036694593530840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-3195407246779179662</id><published>2008-05-29T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:34:12.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la kerja la</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workload has been piling up. Busy busy busy! I need some sleep. I sense coming back to work this weekend. Urgh! Hope this will end soon. Some people are just too demanding. I'm not your secretary by the way eh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pa, take me go jalan-jalan pls! Sayang awak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-3195407246779179662?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3195407246779179662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3195407246779179662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3195407246779179662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3195407246779179662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-la-la-kerja-la.html' title='la la la kerja la'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2800681848664456622</id><published>2008-05-22T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:06:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, if you can't make me thin, please make my friends fat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to California Fitness yesterday and did an In-Body test. Its a test where you need to stand on a machine, and it will show your fluid &amp;amp; fats distribution. I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, this is how it will work. Since i can't afford to be a member of California Fitness, i'll stick to the normal $2.50/entry gym. Anyone, everyone, please help me. Don't invite me to mkn2 &amp;amp; stop me from eating rice and noodle. For now, that's all. I'm hitting the gym &amp;amp; bedok reservoir park often. Nak join, let me know. We can go together. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My goal, to throw away 5kg by the end of June &amp;amp; another 5kg by end of July. Can be done? Hopefully.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2800681848664456622?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2800681848664456622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2800681848664456622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2800681848664456622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2800681848664456622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-if-you-cant-make-me-thin-please.html' title='God, if you can&apos;t make me thin, please make my friends fat..'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-7993078191658566042</id><published>2008-05-21T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:34:54.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alah emak, kahwin kan aku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think my wish to get married before i turn 24 is much clearer now although my wish to own a Lexus before i get married is beyond reach. Forget about that dream. With the boyfriend keep telling me to save up, i think I'm going to start saving really soon. Sirin taught me a good thing. To bring $10 only to work everyday. What a great way to save since i'm the type that cannot see so many notes in my wallet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So girls, if you last minute want to date me out, pls take note, bawak aku gi tempat murah2 ok. Coz i think by the time you meet me, i'm only left with $5 kan? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh god, please make this journey a smooth one..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-7993078191658566042?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7993078191658566042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7993078191658566042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7993078191658566042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7993078191658566042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/05/alah-emak-kahwin-kan-aku.html' title='Alah emak, kahwin kan aku..'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-815846036933436272</id><published>2008-05-18T16:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:01:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th Birthday Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dearest Daddy, Happy 60th Birthday to you! I don't know what to get for you. But I prayed that you'll enjoy your golden years with us, your beloved family.. May god bless you with good health and wealth. Thank you for what you've provide for the family, educate us siblings and your endless encouragement for us to be a better person. You've made me who i am today. We love you Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201631392880932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_oMUEwNOI/AAAAAAAAATo/7ZRVHFbDGyA/s320/P1010682.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; With the mischevious grandchildren..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201639939865851266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_v90EwNYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/d7V_TMv1t7Q/s320/P1010685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Celebration was yesterday since everyone wasn't free on Friday itself. Syirah was a bit cranky as she was down with stomach flu. Poor baby.. Thanks dear for taking a day off from work to join us for dinner. Tomorrow will be another post celebration at ECP without me and Jali. We're off to the P.Ramlee Musical! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enough of celebration, Sheila's engagement is just around the corner, less than a month. She's freaking excited about the whole thing. I'm equally excited as her! hehe.. But I'm more excited to meet her and the other 2 babes soon. Aini, next week kau free tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Took a day off to relax and unwind last Monday.Had my facial session at Spa Jelita. I enjoyed the massage more than the facial. For a few days, i feel my face so licin. Like my sister said about my cheeks, 'bak telur dikupas dicelup minyak!' what a thing! haha.. I was told that to have a better skin, i need to go like once in 3 weeks. Aiyoh mane ade mase? Anyone wants to go urut2 badan or muka with me? We can book the suite for 2! I've never been in there.. Mummy &amp;amp; sister said it's nice.. Mum was scared to try the steam bath becoz of the asap2 that she saw in the room.. So sister went in alone. Not even 5 mins, she came out laughing.. It's too steamy that she's afraid of fainting inside. After that they went into the sauna. Sat in there for about 15mins. Mummy was perspiring like she never perspire before but her feet was cold! And sister didn't even perspire! Weird huh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201631401470866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_oM0EwNQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zwkgXg1TJ7Q/s320/P1010650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201631410060801298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_oNUEwNRI/AAAAAAAAAUA/NyvcsnVpbr0/s320/P1010653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201633140932621666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_pyEEwNWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lnFIPjw8X-c/s320/P1010655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201633119457785122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_pw0EwNSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ciEE53U1s7g/s320/P1010656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After the sessions, we went to Swensen @ Airport for dinner/supper. I'm so happy to see my parents happy. It's time for us to bring them out rather than they bring us out. Get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While waiting for our food..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201633123752752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_pxEEwNTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/PZksuAmL4Ps/s320/P1010661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy busy stiring his drink, Mummy tangkap jambu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201633128047719746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_pxUEwNUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Vkv7h3UVdIs/s320/P1010666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201633132342687058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_pxkEwNVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EHVsfX1Nu7Q/s320/P1010667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The kenyang face!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201631384290997458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_oL0EwNNI/AAAAAAAAATg/P5OIRkwiFIg/s320/P1010662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-815846036933436272?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/815846036933436272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=815846036933436272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/815846036933436272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/815846036933436272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-60th-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy 60th Birthday Daddy!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SC_oMUEwNOI/AAAAAAAAATo/7ZRVHFbDGyA/s72-c/P1010682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-6592852383323390880</id><published>2008-05-04T13:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:22:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Johor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We reached HDB Hub at around 7 am. Many people already there.. at 7.15am, we board the bus and headed to Tuas Checkpoint..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our tour guide for the day is Billy.. Dad &amp;amp; sis keep commenting that he looks like Jali, which i dont think so.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196395581820781394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1OP_7WQ1I/AAAAAAAAARo/SS_0G2zYi_g/s320/P1010572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We played games or rather teka-teki in the bus and we brought home most of the prizes as the rest of the people didnt quite participate in the games. Our first stop, it's the infamous Gelang Patah resting area. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196395590410716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1OQf7WQ2I/AAAAAAAAARw/YTdYGCT3qbA/s320/P1010573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bought some kuihs to eat in the bus and continued our journey to the much awaited hotspring at Air Panas Sungai Gersik, Muar.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196395594705683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1OQv7WQ3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/N1mi0PmszWo/s320/P1010581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196395603295617922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1ORP7WQ4I/AAAAAAAAASA/vvoQV9L7du8/s320/P1010582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196395607590585234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1ORf7WQ5I/AAAAAAAAASI/Bxh1rboQK70/s320/P1010586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The water is VERY hot. We were told that no water heater or wat ever sort to make the water hot is used. I came naturally from beneath. Amzing huh? How true, I dont know. I saw a local boil her egg in a big mug and there you go! Half-boiled egg for her breakfast! Or rather lunch as it's already 12.30pm.. My feet turned red and i can feel my skin stretched. It feels like many ants is biting your feet.. hehe.. Some of them can even took a dip inside the pool. But for those having diabetes, they are not encourage to dip their feet into the pool. But they can still dip their feet into the not-so-hot pool area.. Like my mum and some of the aunties.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196399163823506338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Rgf7WQ6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/6bjXNXvqUU8/s320/P1010584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the hotspring, we headed to Puteri Pacific Hotel for our high tea. Hungry beb! On the way to the hotel, many slept. I watch 'Only the Strong'. Its a story about the Brazil martial art, Capoiera. The first time i saw Capoiera being practised in Singapore is about 6 -7 years back at ECP? And that's the last. Haha.. Ok, back to hotel..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196399168118473650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Rgv7WQ7I/AAAAAAAAASY/vl_k2qF-mfM/s320/P1010601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196399172413440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Rg_7WQ8I/AAAAAAAAASg/8WVpVS5AP8I/s320/P1010602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196399181003375570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Rhf7WQ9I/AAAAAAAAASo/9rEyquDIaSg/s320/P1010607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The food wasn't superb but it's not bad either. Nothing special la.. Fried noodles/rice and some sandwiches. But i enjoyed eating the deserts! Look at that.. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401684969309170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1TzP7WQ_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/j91RFaCIFb8/s320/P1010612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196399185298342882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Rhv7WQ-I/AAAAAAAAASw/7yO9zo5Lvj8/s320/P1010609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mum got a gift from the HDBSU Women's Club.. Every mother/married women got a gift for themselves.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401689264276482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Tzf7WRAI/AAAAAAAAATA/HcLQx8jI7kc/s320/P1010623.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The bus driver jokingly said that he will organize an outing just for the men on father's day. And the destination will be Batam.. Haha.. So cheeky of him.. A group picture of us.. There will a trip to Kelantan in June and I told mum that I dont want to go.. Hehe.. My bf birthday mah.. How can i go.. Even if i can't, i wont.. In Kelantan cannot where skirt ok..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401693559243794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1Tzv7WRBI/AAAAAAAAATI/EO77ciM8-ao/s320/P1010625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before we headed to Anggun for our dinner, we went to do some shopping at Jaya Jusco, Tebrau City. Didnt buy much though. Nothing special.. I only spent about RM40? I'm gonna change back my money to SGD.. Reached Anggun and the food is all ready. They serve Thai food and goodness, it's so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401702149178402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1T0P7WRCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HVwezumJ0to/s320/P1010629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196401706444145714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1T0f7WRDI/AAAAAAAAATY/Gy4QaI13xF0/s320/P1010630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we headed back to sg.. Its an enjoyable trip.. And tiring.. I enjoy the hotspring &amp;amp; the eating part.. hehe.. Ok ok have to get ready to meet my bf at 3pm.. and now it's already 2.15pm.. Bye people..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, I Love You More.. &lt;/strong&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/19590466-6592852383323390880?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6592852383323390880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6592852383323390880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6592852383323390880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6592852383323390880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-johor.html' title='A Day in Johor'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SB1OP_7WQ1I/AAAAAAAAARo/SS_0G2zYi_g/s72-c/P1010572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-5164756331199080798</id><published>2008-05-02T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:35:29.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Checklist for Jali's birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Booking of pit - done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Buying of his present - done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Tent - done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Food &amp;amp; drinks - still a looong way to order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Invitation list - done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arrgghh!! Im so excited! Preparation almost done. Thanks Sheila for accompanying me walk at ECP although it's scorching hot! And baby, get me that 'Hearts on Fire' solitaire ring!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks Babe!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195781294123270978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBsfjv7WQ0I/AAAAAAAAARg/vfyZTjNSPpE/s320/P1010542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm off to JB tomorrow for some stupid mother's day thingy organised by HDB. My sister is the one who is so eager to go. Not on good terms with her la.. Find her very irritating.. Nag nag nag like old nenek! I dont feel like going but i wouldnt want mum n dad to be upset. Dragged myself la.. There goes my Saturday.. Hopefully i'll get back to sg early so that can meet Jali.. Nowadays, i dont feel like staying home. If i'm not out with Jali, i'll stay in the office and do some work. There's just something going on between me &amp;amp; sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I smell Djarum Black.. Wohoo! Fanfan, go &amp;amp; come back soon ok.. Thanks man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why is friendster giving me problems when i'm uploading pics? Error, error, error.. Did you guys face the same problem as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May May May, i guess it will be a busy month for me.. I have so many things marked on my calendar. And I look forward for the P. Ramlee Musical on the 19th @ Esplanade.. I already bought the tix last month.. Kiasu, i know.. Afterall, I'm Singaporean! Hahaha.. Jali has been kind to pay for my tix! Thanx darling.. I hope the show will be as great as the Puteri Gunung Ledang Musical..   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok people, enjoy your weekend ok. Baby, remember our date on Sunday ok.. Glasshouse, here we come! I love you Dear!&lt;/strong&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/19590466-5164756331199080798?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5164756331199080798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5164756331199080798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5164756331199080798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5164756331199080798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/05/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBsfjv7WQ0I/AAAAAAAAARg/vfyZTjNSPpE/s72-c/P1010542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-658769215983700698</id><published>2008-04-30T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:30:27.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April! April!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April has been a busy month with..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, Kingsmen's 1st 2008 Telematch. New staffs are encouraged to participate in the games. Design studio came in 2nd! Not too bad.. 2 more telematch to go.. We had fun although it's like a normal P.E. lesson.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 1st team getting ready for their game.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195046588427682402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiDWP7WQmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/20EEnaQ7L64/s320/P1010411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm helping my team mates!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195045918412784210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiCvP7WQlI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9-xEUA21NqQ/s320/P1010427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the rest of my team meates.. We tried our best ok!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195046601312584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiDW_7WQnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lli6Lc94gOs/s320/P1010415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly, it's meeting with the girlfriends! Went to lepak at Singapore Flyer. We predict that in less than 3 months time, the place will be pack with mats &amp;amp; minahs.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come let's ride that thang with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195047769543688850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiEa_7WQpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8F1VnKSgIxk/s320/P1010449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dayah &amp;amp; Dot, wish you were here..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195047778133623458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiEbf7WQqI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aJRw6zP4e7Q/s320/P1010450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ade je org yg sibok kat belakang tu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195047786723558066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiEb_7WQrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/MofSufUX9V8/s320/P1010458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly, I just can't get enough of meeting my gfs.. This time, without my beloved bf.. He has to wrok on that day.. Therefore, he can't be there.. Sedih seh tgk yg lain pelok2 bf, i got no one to hug.. Sad sad.. Its also celebration of Missy Aida's birthday.. And i get to meet Azima! my long lost monyet! She's a mother of 2 but yet she's so slim! Jealous you! Mama Vogue la.. Haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aida with her birthday donuts bought by Zima &amp;amp; Zana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195049594904789698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiGFP7WQsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sGOah8XDMNc/s320/P1010474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aida, Nana, Zana, Zima posing with our 'kental days' photo. Nasib tak nampak sgt..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195049603494724306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiGFv7WQtI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v4zykNDkwpY/s320/P1010479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After meeting the monyets, Aida &amp;amp; I proceed to meet our beloved monsters @ Apollo Centre for our karaoke session.. No dangdut videos this time coz got guys mah so i shy shy cat.. cannot gelek2 infront of them.. And i feel a bit down without my bf around.. So nyanyi je la.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats Farisah, Dayah &amp;amp; Nana.. Singles for that night.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195049607789691618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiGF_7WQuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/irlWSAImNOs/s320/P1010503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nana &amp;amp; Zsa, the rock star! Walaupun kau da jadi lebih feminine, lu tetap rock la sista!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195049616379626226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiGGf7WQvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bgJgo8R0Qdk/s320/P1010507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another celebration for Aida &amp;amp; my very belated bithday celebration. Thanks girls for the bracelet.. i really like it.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195049620674593538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiGGv7WQwI/AAAAAAAAARA/XVLAsvR_L0o/s320/P1010513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, it's studio's gathering.. We had bbq @ our very own Balinese Garden. Food was from EZB. It's not bad. I plan to use their service again for Jali's birthday affair on the 28th of June. I'm more sexcited than the birthday boy! As always.. Girls, all of you are informed kan? And Aida is more than glad to provide the drinks for the day! Wohoo! Ok back to the gathering..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cook for the day.. Yes, we have half of a basketball court down there.. I'm still a good shooter ok.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195051738093470482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiIB_7WQxI/AAAAAAAAARI/Jr0Fignh4rA/s320/P1010522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of the designers enjoying their food.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195051746683405090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiICf7WQyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/-lbxvjH2eLo/s320/P1010525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smokers &amp;amp; Drinkers Corner..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195051763863274290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiIDf7WQzI/AAAAAAAAARY/joV8z9U9kIU/s320/P1010534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And of course more time spending with the beloved darling! We had so much fun too.. If you know wat i mean.. ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195047760953754242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiEaf7WQoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/G3EAm8khg6o/s320/P1010445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i'm looking forward in spending MORE time with you baby! Many hugs &amp;amp; kisses! Muackz! I love you more..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-658769215983700698?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/658769215983700698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=658769215983700698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/658769215983700698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/658769215983700698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-april.html' title='April! April!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/SBiDWP7WQmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/20EEnaQ7L64/s72-c/P1010411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-9029775199444301455</id><published>2008-04-09T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:36:17.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if I'm angry..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm happy..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm sad..&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but I just can't..&lt;br /&gt;This mixed feelings really sucks!&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/19590466-9029775199444301455?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/9029775199444301455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=9029775199444301455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/9029775199444301455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/9029775199444301455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-know-if-im-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-4875109014012045471</id><published>2008-03-31T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:35:55.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last week was 'catch up with old friends &amp;amp; cousin's week'. Firstly, it was my cousin, Awadh. Chat with him, give our latest update and how much we miss each other. Awadh, I dont know if your other aunties do miss you but for sure, my family &amp;amp; Pak Uda hope to meet you soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it was Azima. My long lost friend. The last time i met her was on my 16th birthday party! Now, 4 yrs after that, she's already with 2 adorable kids. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it's Jaehan. My ex-colleague, he's working in his previous company. He called just to ask about work and stuff. It's really unpredictable. Hope you're doing great &amp;amp; cepat2 kawin! Hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then it's Zaid. Sorry baby for the excited-ness. It always happen when we bump into each other! Haha.. Member keje keras, maklum lah da ade gf.. I can't forget the 29th feb incident.. haha he's such a blur sotong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wisdom tooth is growing and it really hurts.. But the pain is still bearable.. Watch out this space for more updates about the journey of my growing wisdom tooth ok? haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4875109014012045471?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4875109014012045471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4875109014012045471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4875109014012045471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4875109014012045471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-week-was-catch-up-with-old-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-8386203136054304658</id><published>2008-03-22T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:35:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are we heading to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We like different things. We think differently. There's just so many differences between us. I don't know where we're heading to. We're simply two different person now. We don't have anything in common anymore and things are getting a bit complicated between us. How i wish we can turn back time from where we start, although i know it's impossible. I wish!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180583481182152690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-UhOm0eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/0ksg61OYgxA/s320/23601952921614m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway Rohaida, I don't like to copy &amp;amp; paste my photo on that ugly doll so here's a pic of us showing the world how much we love each other! You know I miss you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180583485477120002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-UhO20eaAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/IsCnVemng54/s320/1_513587277m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-8386203136054304658?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8386203136054304658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8386203136054304658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8386203136054304658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8386203136054304658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-are-we-heading-to.html' title='where are we heading to?'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-UhOm0eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/0ksg61OYgxA/s72-c/23601952921614m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-1260917676594011419</id><published>2008-03-21T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:30:20.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldnt say Singapore Flyer is great as the scenery around it wasnt really nice, yet. No matter what, it's a great experience when you can go up there for FREE! hahaha thanks kakak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179993846596921170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MI9W0eZ1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BNKwJfnLz9E/s320/P1010258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179993855186855778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MI920eZ2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/H8pLRwhUfuo/s320/P1010265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179993863776790386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MI-W0eZ3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/fFRwW4HVaOs/s320/P1010276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we go higher.. We're half way up there.. It's going higher!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179993876661692306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MI_G0eZ5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/LJbWeLkq-kk/s320/P1010297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind me, construction going on. That wasnt the only area, there's more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179996616850827170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MLem0eZ6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/pPtjfMw-RSE/s320/P1010309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We managed to capture sunset! Simply breathtaking.. hmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179996625440761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MLfG0eZ7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YEgI-lwtXFI/s320/P1010321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City of light!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179996634030696402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MLfm0eZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/_IfZQ8tnHWc/s320/P1010340.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The golf course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179996629735729090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MLfW0eZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/TxC6_TLCgt4/s320/P1010342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're right at the top!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179996638325663714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MLf20eZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_PR_h_Eu1rE/s320/P1010334.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is abit out but I like the lights in one of the shops located in front of the ticketing counter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179993868071757698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MI-m0eZ4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/NCsYWwKu2YM/s320/P1010278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told Jali that we may be going for the Singapore Flyer on his birthday. But considering there's nothing much to do up there, and that he gets tired easily taking so many pictures, i dont think i'll bring him there. Haha. Because I think it's for those who appreciates sceneries. For those who doesn't you'll get bored after some time.. It $29.50. Worth the price, you asked? It's worth if I come back two years later with no constructions!&lt;/strong&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/19590466-1260917676594011419?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1260917676594011419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1260917676594011419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1260917676594011419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1260917676594011419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/03/lalalala.html' title='lalalala'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R-MI9W0eZ1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BNKwJfnLz9E/s72-c/P1010258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-5617190438977064181</id><published>2008-03-16T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:29:26.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my friends. I wonder what they are doing now. The unexpected meet up with Zsa &amp;amp; Adi juz now was awesome. And i want to meet the rest of the monsters &amp;amp; gfs. We definitely have loads to share. TIME TIME TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Love You !(180, 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5617190438977064181?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5617190438977064181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5617190438977064181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5617190438977064181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5617190438977064181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2843198090371563656</id><published>2008-03-14T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:28:51.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kau dan aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Di waktu itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cuba meniti titian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Lalu tersungkur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kita tertawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Kini semuanya kenangan saja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dan kita telah dewasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Engkau pun berjaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Aku disini, bahagia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2843198090371563656?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2843198090371563656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2843198090371563656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2843198090371563656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2843198090371563656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/03/kau-dan-aku-di-waktu-itu-cuba-meniti.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-4914265799332782008</id><published>2008-03-02T19:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:27:47.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Hum Hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was Syirah's birthday on Tuesday. Her teacher was such a bore! Her teacher just took the cupcakes &amp;amp; goodie bags from us and put it one side. And when we asked if you could take a group pic of the children, she just said ok without asking them to stand or at least smile. So this is what we can capture. Pathetic! Just look at Syirah's face.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173104509154380754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPJI4eS9I/AAAAAAAAANI/pQHJPNds2dA/s320/P1010190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had another celebration for the little princess in the evening. She complained that the cupcakes were small and that she wanted a big one. Haha! Anyway, thanks Kak Fai for the lovely cupcakes. The red roses is from my brother to his wife, it's their 8th Anniversary and this is the first time he gave her flowers! (I type the card on his behalf) Hehe.. Went to HarbourFront with Harah to check on the cruise prices before going back to Abg's place for the evening celebration. After that, it's makan time at Vivo before heading back to Woodlands. Pick up her two sisters and proceed to Abg's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173111166353689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qVMo4eS-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/6R_XN-wdcR0/s320/P1010197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qVNI4eS_I/AAAAAAAAANY/MYH84K02KGo/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173111174943624178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qVNI4eS_I/AAAAAAAAANY/MYH84K02KGo/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPHI4eS5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/b6rXSmdar8w/s1600-h/P1010223.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173114336039554082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qYFI4eTCI/AAAAAAAAANw/vcpbmesAd3k/s320/P1010207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173114829960793138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qYh44eTDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kYMwCWro0Kw/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Meet the Spartan merepek la! Haha.. Tak regret anyway. Met Harah &amp;amp; Rusdi for sheesha at Al Majlis after that. We promise not to go there again. Sheesha price has gone up like any other place ang the service sucks! Changing the charcoal takes more than 20 mins? Ass betol! Harah suggested to go for dangdut after sheesha.. Nak mampos ni anak. Haha.. Both guys with slippers nak masok dangdut eh? Next time kite gi eh? Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPHo4eS6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jl0zdUTGEfU/s1600-h/P1010224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173104483384576930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPHo4eS6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jl0zdUTGEfU/s320/P1010224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPII4eS7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NRNCEB5x3Pw/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173104491974511538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPII4eS7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/NRNCEB5x3Pw/s320/P1010227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPIo4eS8I/AAAAAAAAANA/NoLNX8BaSAg/s1600-h/P1010229.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173104500564446146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPIo4eS8I/AAAAAAAAANA/NoLNX8BaSAg/s320/P1010229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173118429143387202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qbzY4eTEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AQRMaBJ17CQ/s320/P1010220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4914265799332782008?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4914265799332782008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4914265799332782008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4914265799332782008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4914265799332782008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/03/hum-hum-hum.html' title='Hum Hum Hum'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8qPJI4eS9I/AAAAAAAAANI/pQHJPNds2dA/s72-c/P1010190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-1438201002769890031</id><published>2008-02-24T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:42:00.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;So its someone's meminang day yesterday.. I know after reading this post, it will come as a shock to some people.. but Sheila! I'm so happy for you! And furthermore, I feel so honoured to help you prepare for your engagement that will be in .... hehe let you announce it yourself.. all i can say is, SOON.. hehe.. While waiting for her future in-laws to come, we posing2 first.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170475011819804770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8E3oP-NmGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aVA8X6CrCCg/s320/P1010177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170475046179543202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8E3qP-NmKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/luGDqfFwE1c/s320/P1010176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Perbincangan pon bermula..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170475033294641298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8E3pf-NmJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/83Jd8OKg52M/s320/P1010185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170475020409739378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8E3ov-NmHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XU76FxXfb9I/s320/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170475024704706690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8E3o_-NmII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SQLdLYOFV_g/s320/P1010184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Congrats to my dearest Sheila &amp;amp; Home! May everything goes smoothly as planned..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang duit hantaran I you da kumpul berape? ;-)&lt;/strong&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/19590466-1438201002769890031?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1438201002769890031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1438201002769890031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1438201002769890031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1438201002769890031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-its-someones-meminang-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R8E3oP-NmGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aVA8X6CrCCg/s72-c/P1010177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-1921665792730384440</id><published>2008-02-16T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:18:21.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me! (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rohaida! You make my birthday celebration complete! Thanks gorgeous! I hope you enjoy the mini treat and the short karaoke session. Next time we go Ming Arcade ah.. Thanks for the white bag.. Hehe.. Suke skali! And my goodness, kasut kite same.. same size lagi! hahaha.. Sayang kau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167531142450878434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCMf-Nl-I/AAAAAAAAALA/HgOUidbJS0g/s320/P1010159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167531129565976530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCLv-Nl9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/K-HvKuUG8Oo/s320/P1010158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Enjoy the pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bEeP-NmCI/AAAAAAAAALg/v-jRugrhlrE/s1600-h/P1010146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533646416812066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bEeP-NmCI/AAAAAAAAALg/v-jRugrhlrE/s320/P1010146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bEev-NmDI/AAAAAAAAALo/IDd_PMh4cnw/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533655006746674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bEev-NmDI/AAAAAAAAALo/IDd_PMh4cnw/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCM_-Nl_I/AAAAAAAAALI/Pj8skW93RZY/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167531151040813042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCM_-Nl_I/AAAAAAAAALI/Pj8skW93RZY/s320/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCNf-NmAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8UDkpjSdulM/s1600-h/P1010128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167531159630747650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCNf-NmAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8UDkpjSdulM/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCN_-NmBI/AAAAAAAAALY/FPXpPjjwo-4/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167531168220682258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCN_-NmBI/AAAAAAAAALY/FPXpPjjwo-4/s320/P1010133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a kiss just for you baby! (Ignore the plastic on my head!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533663596681282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bEfP-NmEI/AAAAAAAAALw/g1neVLzm0eg/s320/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1921665792730384440?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1921665792730384440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1921665792730384440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1921665792730384440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1921665792730384440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-me-2.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me! (2)'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R7bCMf-Nl-I/AAAAAAAAALA/HgOUidbJS0g/s72-c/P1010159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-7109316852467448800</id><published>2008-02-15T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:27:42.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Thanks to those who have wished me. I would say this year's celebration is simple although i have a few celebrations with different group of people. But the gifts that I received, is way way too far from my expectations. Boyfriend disappoint me by giving me a small chip and say that thats the thing he got for me. And suprised me with Nintendo DS Lite! And its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;! And today he suprised me again by sending roses together with a cute lil' bear, a big love-shaped balloon, Gucci Envy Me Perfume and bau die sedap nak mampos!, a box of Swiss Chocs and a heart-shaped tin of Famos Amous Cookies! And a small yet meaningful card (I like it most).. Happy Happy! Thank you so much Sweetheart.. I promise you'll get as equal surprises as i got on your birthday ok? Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;My brother and sisters bought me a wallet which I really need but lazy to change all this while.. Haha.. Bonia, class! Haha.. Mum said that she'll treat me to spa and facial.. Wohoo! And, and, buy me a much needed watch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;Tonight, will be celebrating with my aunty and uncle. Potong cake aje. Saturday will be karaoke-ing with Aida Dearest. Aku belanja kau mkn ok, kau tak payah belanja aku ice-cream paddle pop la. Buat susah aje.. Haha.. And Sunday will be going out with boyfriend's family. No idea of where they going. Ikot sajalah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sheila &amp;amp; Home, congrats! You're one step closer to your BIG Day! I'm so happy for both of you.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby, I Love You More..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/19590466-7109316852467448800?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7109316852467448800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7109316852467448800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7109316852467448800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7109316852467448800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-20th-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 20th Birthday to me!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-3526439843113799393</id><published>2008-02-11T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:52:29.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know if Singapore already starting to have 'Pegawai Maksiat' going around to ambush hotels, house etc.. but i think Jali and i was followed by a man recently claiming that he's from Muis but I don't know what is his intention. He asked if my parents were at home (at that point of time, Jali &amp;amp; I just entered my house). Thinking that he's a salesman, i said that no one is at home padahal my mum is in the kitchen.. And he asked the relation between me and Jali.. And i just said that he's my brother.. And he said 'Oh kalau gitu, takpela.. Saya ni bukan nak jual barang. Saya dari Muis blablabla' I heard him mentioning Mufti as well.. Hmm.. Ntah la eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am starting to receive birthday wishes and it makes me think that these people are so eager to see me grow old.. Urgh!!! But no matter what, thanks eh.. And sadly, plans with all my girlfriends (Damai &amp;amp; ITE), will have to be postponed to a later date.. All thanks to EXAMS &amp;amp; WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Baby, I hope that you like the NDSlite that I gave you. But pleaseee don't neglect me ok.. You neglect me, I confiscate it! Muahahahaha!! Get for me more girl-girl games so that i can play next time.. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-3526439843113799393?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3526439843113799393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3526439843113799393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3526439843113799393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3526439843113799393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-dont-know-if-singapore-already.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-4543544961025582909</id><published>2008-01-26T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T10:54:58.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'There's no politics whatsoever here. Everyone works happily together.' These words, from my design manager, was said when i came for my interview.. I trust those words, at first. Now, i heard so many stories from different people. And i should watch my words when talking to certain people. 3 people are resigning. And that's very sad. Especially, Jeahan, my listening ear, he'll be leaving next Friday. I don't know who else i should talk to if things crop up. I don't trust many of them in the studio. I think i'll just keep things to myself. And someone came up to me and ask, 'Nowadays i see you never go for your smoke break ah?' Wow this lady must be spying on me! I was told to be careful. People are watching me.. So stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4543544961025582909?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4543544961025582909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4543544961025582909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4543544961025582909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4543544961025582909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/01/politics.html' title='Politics!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-3559871526218184102</id><published>2008-01-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:52:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday! Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Someone really freaks me out in the office. Old but flirtatious. Eew! Workloads' been piling up lately and I received remarks like 'Nana, you're still here!' when it's only 6.30pm.. KNN!! Got lots to do la! I usually go home on time.. Haha.. I might be meeting my MVTS friends for my birthday dinner. The day is yet to be confirmed. Yeah! I still prefer them than my present colleagues. I can be the only malay in MVTS and they're so considerate to speak english to each other when i'm around. Now, i can be very lost when my colleagues start talking Mandarin coz i dont understand a word! And i end up keeping silent. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My boyfriend has started his shift, that means, less going out on weekends, less talk time and and and.. more lunch with him! He's such a good boyfriend because he's willing to come to ITE to have lunch with me.. Hehe.. I'm turning 20 next month and he's so sexcited about that. He enjoyed calling me tua although no matter what, he's tua than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I want to start saving! Any idea which bank gives the best interest rate for fixed deposit? If fixed deposit doesn't work out, I might go for some insurance plan.. Must think of the future already.. Old Old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Girls, are you all free on the 16th Feb? Let's go Fish &amp;amp; Co. for my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sheila, Dina, Aini are you all free on 17th Feb morning? Kite breakfast kat Breeks for my birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, all so busy till I must book in advance.. Hope to meet you guys soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boyfriend, I want to spent the rest of 18th Feb with you (if i can get leave) hehe.. Love you Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-3559871526218184102?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3559871526218184102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3559871526218184102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3559871526218184102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3559871526218184102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/01/birthday-birthday.html' title='Birthday! Birthday!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-293097976602402469</id><published>2008-01-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:56:26.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in 10 years time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I saw a group of young parents at Lagoon yesterday.. A total of 4 couples, each with a lil' kid. Looking at them, how close they were with each other, the kids playing at one corner, it's just so sweet, like one big happy family. Maybe in 10 years time, my time will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And talking about 10 years time, I'll turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; next month.. I feel so tua! Hahaha.. But age doesn't really matter kan? (Just making myself feels better) HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh i cut my hair for only $4.80. Cheap cheap! Yup. Its in my neighbourhood. This salon is having a promotion until I don't know when. According to the hairdresser, it will be until the tauke decides to end the promotion. haha.. Rebonding cost $60. Perm is only $23. Color/highlight is only $30.. Now i feel like perming, color and highlighting my hair end of this month.. Hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Baby, I Love You More..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-293097976602402469?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/293097976602402469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=293097976602402469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/293097976602402469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/293097976602402469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-10-years-time.html' title='in 10 years time'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-7572562685500069808</id><published>2007-12-31T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:18:34.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye Bye 2007, Hello.. Wait! Lets's welcome my new handphone, Motorola v9!! Wohoo! I loike! I wish i could have this mahogany red, too bad the stock is not in yet so no choice, i took the black. Its cheap, for me, because i purchased the phone + the new line under Wak's name. Instead of paying $288, I paid $138. Thanks sayang for being tua.. I'll start calling you 'Tua Berguna' instead of just 'Tua' ok? hehehe.. Oh not forgetting, starting from the 7th month, I don't have to pay the subscription fee worth $82 for 6 months! What more can i ask? Double yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149966545916927298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3hbSa6GHUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JlfkxNp8Y78/s320/RAZR-V9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Hello 2008! Tsk Tsk wont be watching fireworks today.. I need some good sleep. My body's aching. I think it's time to go for a massage.. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-7572562685500069808?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7572562685500069808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7572562685500069808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7572562685500069808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7572562685500069808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye-2007-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3hbSa6GHUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JlfkxNp8Y78/s72-c/RAZR-V9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-8709997100095125144</id><published>2007-12-26T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:40:58.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to the bird park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yesterday i pay a visit to the Bird Park with Wak's family. Bird park is such a bore. Thanks to LovelyLumix for keeping me busy snapping pics and snapping pics. Yes. Now i remember the reason(s) why I didnt visit the park for ages. I prefer the zoo. Afterall, what's so exciting about birds besides the 'human birds' right? So here's some nice pics for your viewing pleasure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148268440402140306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JS3q6GHJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rQWyac9R0qs/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148274152708644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JYEK6GHRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/M-7Me4NLpLg/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148275458378702130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JZQK6GHTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nGE0dNN8EUM/s320/P1010047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148268466171944130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JS5K6GHMI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wNi8b-3gZ9g/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148268457582009522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JS4q6GHLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Gj7La24eXZQ/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Picture of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148272688124796146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JWu66GHPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wHoM-KdnhIg/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148268444697107618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JS366GHKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vfzAZ3PneFo/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cameramen of the Day: Wak Jali!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148272692419763458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JWvK6GHQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-BEecti4GA0/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're such a Sweetheart! Love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-8709997100095125144?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/8709997100095125144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=8709997100095125144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8709997100095125144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/8709997100095125144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/12/visit-to-bird-park.html' title='A visit to the bird park'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R3JS3q6GHJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rQWyac9R0qs/s72-c/P1010019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-4964238697130012911</id><published>2007-12-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:53:12.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremostly, Selamat Pengantin Baru to Kak Yana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMj66GHEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CJuAqkfq1Vo/s1600-h/P1000949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145306016774495298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMj66GHEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CJuAqkfq1Vo/s320/P1000949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for her groom..&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMkK6GHFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0pi82fBmA_4/s1600-h/P1000952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145306021069462610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMkK6GHFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0pi82fBmA_4/s320/P1000952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy &amp;amp; Daddy were too busy to be in the pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMk66GHGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/w6VUaBh2FkE/s1600-h/P1000951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145306033954364514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMk66GHGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/w6VUaBh2FkE/s320/P1000951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, kakak decided to bring Daddy to Marina and bowl. The first game, he won! Wah terror jugak bapak aku ni main bowling! He's a natural bowler I would say. As for me, haha my total pinfall doesnt even touch 100.. Very bad.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145307618797296754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fOBK6GHHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4CrjxvXBMLk/s320/P1000967.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok ready.. Die da nak campak bola tu.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145307631682198658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fOB66GHII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UoZDeHx9RJc/s320/P1000970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Relax la father! You still win!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4964238697130012911?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4964238697130012911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4964238697130012911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4964238697130012911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4964238697130012911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-and-foremostly-selamat-pengantin.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R2fMj66GHEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CJuAqkfq1Vo/s72-c/P1000949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-7604694934869780990</id><published>2007-12-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T22:41:01.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a GREAT time with my siblings last weekend! Firstly, it's Zufayri's birthday. He turned 7 last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140119518577337074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1Vfd_faovI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UtzbfQTUg74/s320/P1000694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, went for an excursion to Farmart, Qian Hu Fish Farm &amp;amp; Sungei Buloh. My sis-in-law and my niece &amp;amp; nephew went to KL, thats y my brother is so willing to bring us adik2 jalan2 satu spore. After the tiring but exciting trip observing nature, we went to visit kakak's fren at sgh. He met with an accident and lost his memory. Its such a pity to see him in that state. After sgh, we went to fetch Abg's fren at Chai Chee and we headed to Downtown East, attend his fren's birthday party. Sometimes, its fun to be ard the Mak Nyahs. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140122653903463250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1ViUffao1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QWwdlaueL-A/s320/P1000717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140119531462238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VfevfaoxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xphoffbX9Ts/s320/P1000730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140119540052173602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VffPfaoyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/O8fruwENm6c/s320/P1000764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140125866539000770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VlPffao8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/cuVOd4qAmwk/s320/P1000770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I've paid a visit to the prestigious Terminal 3. So cantik and so besar! Brought mum and dad there after work yesterday. It seems like it was yesterday mum and dad held my hand, showing me this and that. But it was a different thing now. I brought them ard the place, telling them this and that. I just hope that my parents will enjoy their golden years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140119548642108210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VffvfaozI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5h6iAX-YU4k/s320/P1000784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140124616703517538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VkGvfao2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/DHu-_Y7zrvc/s320/P1000778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140125849359131570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VlOffao7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/rYahk3AnMQo/s320/P1000789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140124646768288658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VkIffao5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oqzDIFAiMUA/s320/P1000790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140124633883386754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VkHvfao4I/AAAAAAAAAII/CKee7joV3j0/s320/P1000788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140124651063255970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1VkIvfao6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/JaDDKuZvMTM/s320/P1000798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby, I Love You Too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-7604694934869780990?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/7604694934869780990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=7604694934869780990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7604694934869780990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/7604694934869780990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-had-great-time-with-my-siblings-last.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R1Vfd_faovI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UtzbfQTUg74/s72-c/P1000694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-5592460742088187696</id><published>2007-11-30T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:01:38.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK NS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont think wat i did was wrong. But if you said that I dont know wat NS life is like, ya maybe I'm wrong to do what I've done. I care too much. My fault. I pity you but wat do i get now? A scolding from you and nothing else! If you wouldnt want to talk to me anymore nxt week, thats ok.. I guess thats the only way for me to get the punishmet from you and i'll accept it..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-5592460742088187696?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/5592460742088187696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=5592460742088187696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5592460742088187696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/5592460742088187696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/fuck-ns.html' title='FUCK NS!'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-6792475440194610527</id><published>2007-11-27T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:59:48.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Saturday, i make my bf make up for me out of boredom. Hehe.. We had a great time laughing.. Haha.. Next time you make up kan i lagi ok? So that i know your definition of 'Cantik'. And yes, i feel so Cantik after being make up by him. And he go around telling people that he make up for me. Hmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jali started his medic course yesterday. It will go on for about 1 - 2 months. And it feels like he's back to recruit life. Less calls, less meet ups and whats more, he'll be confined this weekend! Shitass! And and he said that he may be confined today. Ape ni? Suke2 ke nak confined org? Takpe la syg, 1 month je k.. I'll be your cheerleader ok? GO! GO! GO! Hehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna go KL nxt month but with the riot and all, it seems impossible. Hmm.. Pray hard that everything will be ok by then..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, I Love You More..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-6792475440194610527?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/6792475440194610527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=6792475440194610527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6792475440194610527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/6792475440194610527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-saturday-i-make-my-bf-make-up-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-1790575047634022765</id><published>2007-11-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:43:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday was like all about celebrating birthdays. Met my 3 beautiful babes in the morning at the airport to celebrate THEIR birthdays. October, November &amp;amp; December babies. Ass! It was such a lovely, much awaited meet up. Time flies kan? Talk &amp;amp; talk &amp;amp; talk and its already 1pm.. All of us had to go.. I think eh, if we meet up at 6am pon, tak cukup time nak talk.. Kan? kan? kan? hehe.. We'll meet again ok.. Sheila &amp;amp; Dina, hope to meet both of you either on Wed/Fri. Aini, i wish you can join us.. Hope you all like the gifts ya and the cake (although didnt get to blow the candles)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134930527503902978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LwG9Yt6QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9c7vuWAWhks/s320/P1000598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134930540388804882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LwHtYt6RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kTesmebLCGo/s320/P1000590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after metting the babes, i went home to get ready for the sis-in-law suprise advance birthday celebration. Went to Islamic, thanks to kakak for the treat. That's so nice of you! And glad that everyone enjoyed the cake. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134930544683772194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LwH9Yt6SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/buEzLTphtEU/s320/P1000628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134930553273706802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LwIdYt6TI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZM0nroMGdnA/s320/P1000631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, I said my last goodbye to MVTS. And yesterday, I said hello to Kingsmen. I'm adapting to the work, people, environment and all. I miss my ex-colleagues though. They are such nice people, unfortunately there is better offer, and i've made my choice and i've no regrets leaving that company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134932249785788738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LxrNYt6UI/AAAAAAAAAGw/28n3DB5z1AI/s320/P1000512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134932254080756050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LxrdYt6VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Cu18g_eJto0/s320/P1000515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-1790575047634022765?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/1790575047634022765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=1790575047634022765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1790575047634022765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/1790575047634022765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-sunday-was-like-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/R0LwG9Yt6QI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9c7vuWAWhks/s72-c/P1000598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-759286029144191477</id><published>2007-11-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:55:40.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Had a wonderful lunch at Carousel, Royal On Scotts with my colleagues today. Ron (CEO), Noel (COO) &amp;amp; Chuck (BDM) came to Singapore and will be here till Monday evening. Blogger is giving me problems when i want to download more pics.. I manage to only upload these two pics.. Nyeh! Its better than nothing.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130832008519952130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/RzRghwYJJwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dSzj4yYt0Rg/s320/with+ties.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Big Shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130832017109886738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/RzRgiQYJJxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ao-pwUIOMsw/s320/candid2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MVTS Asia &amp;amp; Europe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ok next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Last wkend, I saw some of my parents, uncles &amp;amp; aunties wedding photos. It came as a suprise that all, yes I mean ALL of the photos shows the brides with a gloomy, sad face and the grooms with a wide, bright smile on the face. So I wonder why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I came with a conclusion that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The brides must be saying, 'This will be the last day I'm being a VIRGIN..' or 'Mati la aku, mlm ni mesti kene hentam punye!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And the grooms must be saying, 'Yes ah! Malam ni dpt!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby I Love You More!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-759286029144191477?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/759286029144191477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=759286029144191477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/759286029144191477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/759286029144191477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/had-wonderful-lunch-at-carousel-royal.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/RzRghwYJJwI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dSzj4yYt0Rg/s72-c/with+ties.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-3852696344845544409</id><published>2007-11-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:36:32.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Dina, oops! Teacher Dina, you're such a busy person nowadays eh.. I just hope that everything's will be fine for you ok gerl.. All the best! Since you're so busy, you miss the chance to meet your two beautiful girls, Sheila and Nana yesterday.. Yup me.. hehe.. Aini another one.. But but.. 18th November breakfast kat airport ok? Yahoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Had a good chat with my colleagues juz now. Its abt getting too close, physically, to the opposite sex besides your partner, be it bfs/gfs, fiance, spouse. I don't know if i'm being too conservative but I juz dont think it's right to getting too close to the extend of hugging, sitting on his lap (glute touch the crotch) I mean, if you sit in that position, you can be somehow sexually aroused right? And, one of the guy said, 'Wats wrong? That isn't cheating..' So wats wrong if your wife sleeps with another man? She's not cheating, she's juz cant be satisfied by you alone. BIG LAUGHTER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yes, I'm from different breed and i'm sure there's many others like me. I'm the faithful breed and am happy abt it. I've been through 'being close with another guy' period although not physically, and i would say its the worst time of my life.. How I wish that didnt happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Baby, I am so glad that I'm with you. I may not know wat you did behind my back, but I trust you so much that i dont even think that you will do those things to me. I'm sorry for my numerous faults and that I love only you. May we have many happy years ahead..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Sayang You la Chemong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-3852696344845544409?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3852696344845544409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3852696344845544409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3852696344845544409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3852696344845544409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/dina-oops-teacher-dina-youre-such-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2716734697126381135</id><published>2007-11-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:54:21.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dreamt of something weird last night that makes me go, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'Yang, I nak baby..'&lt;/span&gt; to Jali in the morning. Haha.. Weird but uh.. Nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stayed at home the whole day today.. Boring lerr.. Thats wat happen when both of us are broke.. Hehe.. Suppose to go swimming this morning but Jali n me tak bole bangun.. Hehe.. Sorry sheila, should have gone to the gym with you instead.. Then thought of going to his place just now but somehow I felt so lazy.. Hehe.. So karaoke, sleep, karaoke again, eat and here i am, blogging.. Then sleep again.. Baby tomorrow swimming jadi tak? Haha.. Tak jadi takpe, nxt week masih ade.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to see people still wearing the baju kurung and melayu even though its already the third week of raya. I was told by my aunty in malaysia that youngsters there only wore their traditional costumes up to the third day of raya.. Hmm.. So Malays here are more proud of their tradition compared to those in Malaysia.. I saw a group of Mats wearing their baju melayu, complete with kain samping and songkok lagi.. All of them.. And i was like, 'Owww so cantik!' Then another group of Mats wearing all &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.. Nice kan?! hehe.. So sad that Syawal is going to end.. Insya'llah kite jumpe lagi di Syawal akan dtg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with Dina juz now and how i miss lepak-ing with her, sheila and aini.. Lets take another course in ITE Simei yok.. So kite bole mkn kat mira's and main uno.. Hehe.. Dina miss the nice sightings of the Mat Civil Defence(CD) tgh jogging pagi2.. Hehehe.. Sorry Dina, aku da dpt Abang CD.. Hot you! Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby make sure you take me out tomorrow ok or i'll rot at home.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love You More la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2716734697126381135?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2716734697126381135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2716734697126381135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2716734697126381135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2716734697126381135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dreamt-of-something-weird-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-4685344228292433735</id><published>2007-11-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:34:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/RynOmDAPa9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dMmxJCcW8jI/s1600-h/P1000383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127856803774688210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/RynOmDAPa9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dMmxJCcW8jI/s320/P1000383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so in love with you baby! You bushuk sangat tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I got my hair cut! Hehe.. I can feel the air.. Whoah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work cant be more sucks than this.. I'm such a slacker nowadays.. And feeding myself with junks.. Eeww! And therefore, today, I make a visit to the doctor. Heh. And then a visit to Arab Street.. But ended up at Raffles Hospital's Banquet. Huahuahua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I love my Sweetheart most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-4685344228292433735?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/4685344228292433735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=4685344228292433735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4685344228292433735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/4685344228292433735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-in-love-with-you-baby-you-bushuk.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_8TKbTKKtCbo/RynOmDAPa9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dMmxJCcW8jI/s72-c/P1000383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19590466.post-3389493110755530480</id><published>2007-10-29T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:28:04.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEBEL SIH GUE!!!!&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/19590466-3389493110755530480?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/3389493110755530480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=3389493110755530480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3389493110755530480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/3389493110755530480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/10/sebel-sih-gue.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-19590466.post-2335440532611281011</id><published>2007-10-24T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:30:28.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are so different nowadays. Don't make me think what i'm thinking. Coz this feeling sucks.. I want you back. If you can make a big fuss about A**, why can't I make a bigger fuss about M****** or watever her name is? You're like rubbing in salt into my wound.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I shall just keep quiet abt the gerls matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starting the new job nxt month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm totally broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life sucks right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19590466-2335440532611281011?l=nana-ros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/feeds/2335440532611281011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19590466&amp;postID=2335440532611281011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2335440532611281011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19590466/posts/default/2335440532611281011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nana-ros.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-are-so-different-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887124105166821907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
