<?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-15611697</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:59:12.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnnatticA</title><subtitle type='html'>Da Potrait Of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8837619917879792329</id><published>2008-06-10T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:20:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Love Ma Blogger, But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I Still Love Ma Blogger, But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;... sadly, I've been neglecting it for so long. Maybe cos uploading pics sucks most of da time, unlike Multiply which to me, is faster. And I can privatise some of ma posts there, free of charge while this one can't. The only thing I like about this blog is that it brings back fond memories &amp;amp; I can customise ma blog in any style I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;To ma current readers, I still blog but not so much &lt;em&gt;here.&lt;/em&gt; U're still welcomed to visit me at ma Multiply ok? Very sorry for da neglect. I have something coming up &amp;amp; will make the announcement once da time is ripe :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;. And maybe who knows... I'll also come up something new for this site! Do also link me up at ma Multiply if u like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/horizontal-headshot-badge.swf" width="300" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="user_id=annattica&amp;amp;enc=U2FsdGVkX1907Vk6xMwcFWiX8OmAyCJDl9ZRPbLvLN7alkyiZEwXPyw6Navimh9EmQrC5wlqAuAWcuAIRTy75A==&amp;amp;env=PROD&amp;amp;base_uri=.com&amp;amp;badge_class=promote"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8837619917879792329?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8837619917879792329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8837619917879792329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8837619917879792329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8837619917879792329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-still-love-ma-blogger-but.html' title='I Still Love Ma Blogger, But...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6889551577321863823</id><published>2008-04-21T04:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T04:20:48.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Ma Birthday Falls On This Tue... What Does This Mean For Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Ma Birthday Falls On This Tue... What Does This Mean For Me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm scrambling against these train of thoughts that keeping dashing through ma mind. I know, '&lt;em&gt;scrambling'&lt;/em&gt; isn't exactly a good word to mean &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;, but hey, at least I'm being honest about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thinking about all da unspeakable things I've been through all these years has made me more or less a stronger person, if not better. But somehow, it sometimes make me timid. Timid as in being too cautious about da people around me now. Timid as in overeacting, not being trusting. I think it's true when they they say your friends are your greatest enemy - in ma case, da people who know you too well are your greatest nemesis. In the early years of ma life, I'd thought that was supposed to be a good thing, u know how u always thought that they will understand u better than da rest when they know u in &amp;amp; out..? But people learn da harsh truth everyday that this fact backfires on u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe what I'm talking about has got nuthin to do with ma b-day &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt;, haha. Let's not go further into that rite now. It's rather redundant &amp;amp; maybe I was just feeling a bit philosophical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm no longer da simple-minded, rather immature 21-year-old. I'm gonna be 25, but it's not gonna be a cause for celebration either. By now I must learn to get down &amp;amp; dirty with sticky situations bravely (although I already did in many occasions, I still think there's room). I have to learn not to procastinate too, hehe... this is one thing I've been working on. Have to learn to control ma temper even in da most nastiest situations (yea this is hard... so hard). The only 1 thing I have learnt to do 2 years ago? Not to bear grudges. And it wasn't easy to tell off da devil inside of me to stop hating &amp;amp; hating. Sometimes I thought I failed, but prayers after prayers before I sleep at night, I'd wake up da next morning to lesser thoughts of what happened to remind me of da hate that followed, which I'm so thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I only have one wish for ma birthday... and that is to have da feeling of absolute peace in ma heart always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I believe that with peace, comes happiness. With peace, comes achievement. With peace, comes love. And with peace, da light in our hearts will guide us through every step of da way... &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/rose.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Someone told me before, it's of no use living a wealthy life but constantly worrying about your properties, and no use having a successful career but deep inside u're really an unhappy person &amp;amp; it shows through your daily actions towards others. So I took ma cue from there. Peace is da greatest gift anyone could ever have in their lives, and this will be ma ultimate birthday wish for 2008. Insya-Allah, I will get it, so long as I don't lose hope &amp;amp; keep praying to da ONE above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;color:#ccccff;"&gt;...and I'm eternally grateful to Him for having Atikah, Sham &amp;amp; da real friends &amp;amp; people who care about me in ma life. Alhamdullilah.&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/15611697-6889551577321863823?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6889551577321863823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6889551577321863823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6889551577321863823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6889551577321863823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-ma-birthday-falls-on-this-tue-what.html' title='So Ma Birthday Falls On This Tue... What Does This Mean For Me?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-7487706724381720073</id><published>2008-04-16T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:59:58.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Link...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Flash Link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I have more pics loaded to ma Multiply. Feel free to view it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Went to yet another campout &amp;amp; saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Contender Asia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;@ the indooor stadium as well :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love watching Muay Thai matches! I have two male kuzzins who are uber crazy about da martial art. They have the punchbag hanging in their very small room, muay thai shorts and all... &amp;amp; practised whenever they can. Dunno if they still do? I have not seen them for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/horizontal-headshot-badge.swf" width="300" height="112" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="user_id=annattica&amp;amp;enc=U2FsdGVkX18sEx0plIttXimm0.SFy477T2LxeKZt4DOahGIlbjQQxzJ8f-nM1d4aGHWJ2Gvbvp.JkC20pWtosA==&amp;amp;env=PROD&amp;amp;base_uri=.com&amp;amp;badge_class=promote"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-7487706724381720073?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/7487706724381720073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=7487706724381720073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7487706724381720073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7487706724381720073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/04/flash-link.html' title='Flash Link...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-5032961533052452606</id><published>2008-04-08T00:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I've Survived 4 Nights Of Da Graveyard Shift... *goofy grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello! I've Survived 4 Nights Of Da 'Graveyard Shift'... *goofy grin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yep... no shit. I'm working from 7pm to 7am for da whole month of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was kinda difficult manning da Helpdesk on ma first night here. I got a stomachache in da morning, apparently due to 'perut masok angin' &amp;amp; da hoardes of cases from Police Coast Guard that kept coming in... but thank God, so far everything's quite smooth-sailing rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm cross-posting this from ma Multiply to ma Blogger, so to all ma Blogger readers out there... Just becos I don't update much, doesn't mean I'm dead so pls don't forget me :). Proof? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186612399580739426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R_qMf2Cld2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WPcU98MUJzM/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yup... this pic was taken @ da food-cum-karaoke outing we went to on da 5th of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Apparently I (or rather, we) enjoyed ourselves too much till we did not take a group pic :(. Sue &amp;amp; Mizan, Nurul &amp;amp; Helmi, and Sham &amp;amp; me had a good time stuffing our faces &amp;amp; poking jokes @ Newton. 3 couple dah macam 1 lori punya riuh. Just imagine? Each couple punya gila je dah cukup, let alone 3? Disastrous. Haha... I had a good laugh reading Nurul's multiply entry on our outing. We should organise more healthy outings like this. In fact, Sham &amp;amp; me are gonna join Sue &amp;amp; Mizan next week on their camp-out. Da 4th one for me... I should think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On another thought, ma b-day's coming, Sham's b-day also... he wants to hold a joint-birthday chalet... hmmm... this month &amp;amp; next looks like we have to fork out lots of moolahs :s. Oh yea, there's da upcoming chalet from his former colleagues too. And, our 2nd anniversary is in June. He wants to buy us a new ring... we have been wearing this ring for nearly 2 years now, mine looks fine but as he's working in a harsh environment, there're bad scratches on his ring &amp;amp; ma engraved name can barely be seen. I'm quite excited at what design we will choose next. Well this time maybe we'll have our names engraved in the inner part instead of the exterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what to get yet for his b-day :(. While at work, he broke da LCD of da moby I bought for him, but with so many expenses on hand this month, will that be an option? And I still need to buy a baby gift for his sis-in-law who's just gave birth. Help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luckily ma cabbage patch's b-day is still a long way off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like ma daughter's latest pic, taken @ a playground near ma place. Her cheekiness never fail to rub off on me :) ... love u sweetpea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186612395285772114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R_qMfmCld1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/fUOuUtcMlCM/s320/DSC00593.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/15611697-5032961533052452606?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/5032961533052452606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=5032961533052452606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5032961533052452606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5032961533052452606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-i-survived-4-nights-of-da.html' title='Hello! I&amp;#39;ve Survived 4 Nights Of Da Graveyard Shift... *goofy grin*'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R_qMf2Cld2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WPcU98MUJzM/s72-c/DSC00605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2970848482121091176</id><published>2008-03-08T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:15:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dying From a Nervous Breakdown Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Dying From a Nervous Breakdown Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not some cheapskate update just for da sake of updating.... but it's better that I blog about it rite now rather then I get busy again &amp;amp; lose the inspiration. There's several things spinning thru ma mind today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Firstly,I keep thinking that ma 'fate' will be decided today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And there's another thing that I hope for it to work out withOUT others thinking da worse of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I pray it'll all work out tonite o_O ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2ndly, I have rebonded ma hair again after 8 mths of neglect. But after I colored ma hair again, ma original dry-hair state has returned with a vengeance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3rdly, ma ears are still reeling from all that drilling in ma office today. But at least the office look much more professional &amp;amp; uplifting with all da huge work-related posters pinned up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4th, I managed yet another decent outing with ma lovely cabbage patch without the slightest bicker with the EX ;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;To know more about da FATE thing I mentioned... u have to be one of da chosen people in ma Multiply contacts to read it, cos not everybody knows about it &amp;amp; only ma close friends &amp;amp; people whom I think really deserve to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And yes, B, I hope u get to read this once u're back from Malaysia. Hope u enjoy your time there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And do get enuff sleep. Thanks for accompanying me &amp;amp; Lina with our little adventure last nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eh, korang jgn fikir lain eh.... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PS: Sorry if I don't get to reply to any chatboxs msgs, again. Ma work comp filters just about anything. Luckily not ma blogspot or multiply too. *Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2970848482121091176?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2970848482121091176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2970848482121091176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2970848482121091176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2970848482121091176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-dying-from-nervous-breakdown-today.html' title='I&apos;m Dying From a Nervous Breakdown Today'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2703300530746253064</id><published>2008-02-19T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:00:13.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Where Have I Been When Not Blogging?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So Where Have I Been When Not Blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Da answers are all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://annattica.multiply.com/photos/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://annattica.multiply.com/photos/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And more pics to be updated there later, when I have da time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2703300530746253064?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2703300530746253064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2703300530746253064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2703300530746253064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2703300530746253064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-where-have-i-been-when-not-blogging.html' title='So Where Have I Been When Not Blogging?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2408675089868568711</id><published>2008-02-18T07:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:34:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't mean to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't Mean To...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;V-Day itself went well for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We watched Jumper on 14th Feb after work. Disappointing, not as great as I expected. &lt;strong&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/strong&gt; was waayyy better. As it was getting late, we went home after walking around Tampines Mall for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Da next day, ma turn to treat him... we went to Pizza Hut Toa Payoh to dine cos that was where we worked &amp;amp; met for da first time... but on da 3rd day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I felt like such a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I told him something which shouldn't have even be let out in da 1st place.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Something that I really, really didn't wanna hurt him with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When he already knew that I wanted to get him a new a new Garskin for his PSP Lite, cos I didn't know what to give him for Valentine's, he wanted to pay for it on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;U could have used da same amount of money to scout for a surprise gift for me&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I blurted out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Why oh why did that have to come out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Well before that we had a little arguement but that did not mean that I would change ma mind about buying it for him. I am by no means materialistic, but if he didn't say that he will pay for it himself, I wouldn't have said that in da first place cos that certainly sounds like a spite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And probably I was hurt that he didn't seem to appreciate ma gesture? I really do not know how that thought came to ma mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He felt bad about it da rest of da day... about not buying me anything for Valentine's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am really sorry. I do not mean that u should buy presents for me on EVERY occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;...but I think u should learn how to be more sensitive to da feelings of others so that the unexpected can't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Once again baby, I am sorry for what I said. Thanks for still being a sweet guy to me at the end of da day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2408675089868568711?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2408675089868568711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2408675089868568711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2408675089868568711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2408675089868568711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/02/didn-mean-to.html' title='Didn&amp;#39;t mean to.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3104685919581342224</id><published>2008-02-06T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:40:03.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack! For Now Lah :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Back... For Now :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;How are u all doing?? Sorry for da slight hiatus :). I've been up with ma new job at ST Electronics lately... still have a lot of things to learn there. I'm pretty terrified thinking about how long I'm gonna learn all those IT stuff due to ma non-technical background, Well most of da peeps here had none too, so I'm hoping that I'll keep up like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;After ma contract ended at SSC, I spent a lot of time with Sham &amp;amp; Atikah... going out with ma close pals Lina &amp;amp; Shaz to karaoke, spending time with ma mum &amp;amp; also couch potato-ing; catch up on all da good TV shows I missed when I was working non-stop. I have never felt so relaxed before in that entire week. But of course now it's back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I received pics of our SCSM '07 Sponsors' Appreciation Lunch at Marina Mandarin from ma former colleague at SSC today... so delighted with them :). Will put da pics up &amp;amp; some from ma new workplace soon for u guys to see how I'm doing. Sorry I have to cut it short, I'm still at work. And sorry I have nothing interesting to say at this point &amp;amp; being boring :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lastly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai to all ma Chinese counterparts!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;PS: Work, work, work, work. U must be thinking that I'm REALLY getting boring .&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/15611697-3104685919581342224?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3104685919581342224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3104685919581342224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3104685919581342224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3104685919581342224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-baaack-for-now-lah.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Baaack! For Now Lah :)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1609207321261658206</id><published>2008-01-24T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:45:04.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Ma Lil' Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost In Ma Lil' Thoughts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So it's confirmed. Tomorrow's ma last day here at the sports council. I have to hand over ma work to Kai Long by lunch tomorrow &amp;amp; explain da last neccessities to him. ChampionChips, haiz... still 'no hope' to collect that much yet. Runners' Certs, I have to try finish ma lot today so that Kai Long don't have to struggle with extra load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So I wonder what will I be doing from da 26th till da 31st, till I commence with ST Electronics on da 1st. Oh yea... 26th &amp;amp; 27th will fall on this weekend. Sat 2.30pm I'm fetching ma daughter from her dad's :) and bring her to ma mum's place where ma sister's kids will be there too. Baby (Sham) will also come to collect da old computer from ma mum in the afternoon before accompanying his younger bro &amp;amp; their family to 'propose' to his gf :) (congrats, Ashik)... then, help ma mum take care of da 3 naughty kids while ma sis has an appointment with da hospital in da morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So from da 27th till da 31st... Uhmmm well. I dunno what to do cos baby will be working office hours. By da time he comes back from work he'll be so shagged. Hmm... we'll see. Sleeping, maybe? *Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ok... I will blog again. For now I have things to do in da office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1609207321261658206?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1609207321261658206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1609207321261658206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1609207321261658206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1609207321261658206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-in-ma-lil-thoughts.html' title='Lost In Ma Lil&apos; Thoughts.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2698815812553613242</id><published>2008-01-21T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:56:07.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 'That Time Of Da Month' Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 'That Time Of Da Month' Again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really envy girls who don't have to grapple with pms &amp;amp; stuff :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With all da things that has been happening around me, plus all da cramps I'm having, it is not doing me any justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm hoping to leave the sports council by da 25th, as I'm starting ma new job on 1st Feb, but ma supervisor wants me to leave on da 31st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But how... 31st will be a thursday &amp;amp; da next day I commence work. As Helpdesk Engineer I'll only get alternate weekends off. It'll be very tiring for me to leave SSC today &amp;amp; start work elsewhere tomorrow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need some break in between...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually I'm so not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mentally prepared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to leave. As ma contract is ending ma workload has started to pile up as well for me to clear... and if ma fears are founded, I'll have to pass down ma work on an intern or another temp EA like me. Thing is, will they truly understand ma job scope &amp;amp; will they deliver it well &amp;amp; and on time..? I will be very busy with ma new job to answer calls in the office, the job scope is TOTALLY unlike what I'm doing in SSC. I'm afraid I may not be able to render help when any of ma colleagues in SSC call for some enquiry. Or am I worrying too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I'm so messed up over work :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Runners &amp;amp; their representatives have been calling my HANDPHONE up to complain about their marathon race certs. Who gave them ma number? Da RECEPTIONIST... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*major eye-rollage*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aku pergi jamban pun MESTI ada org call hp aku nak enquiry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The certs have been folded into HALF &amp;amp; chucked in their mailboxes. This sucks like hell! Even in LANDED PROPERTIES, the postmen are doing that, even though they could have just called for the owners or their maids to come down &amp;amp; collect their mails. What is this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have made a complaint to Singpost on behalf of SSC but they have not gotten back to me. Yea rite... does your 'in charge' really exist at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I have to reprint back all da certs, laminate &amp;amp; post them all out again. But I always advise them to come collect at our office in Kallang if they really want da certs in its original perfect condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some last minute change of addresses... that too, I have to reprint &amp;amp; resend da certs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Haiz... bila mau game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wrong/Incomplete addresses, resulting in returned certs, I have to call them up for da right addresses &amp;amp; resend. Ah, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-u-kindly-help.html"&gt;ChampionChips&lt;/a&gt; I still have a LOT more to collect. Is it so hard for them to return us such a tiny electronic thing till I have to call these remaining 4600+ up? I wonder how they collected it effectively in previous years without people trying to dodge da R&amp;amp;R (rules &amp;amp; regulations)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything seems so wrong, just when I'm leaving soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Even ma relationship seems to be slightly affected, indirectly due to all da 'kepos' I mentioned before (sorry lah eh)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;If they're all out to make me fall, I'll always make sure that I'll stay stronger than they ever knew. I am not the old me that they could push over. I will NOT sit &amp;amp; cry about what's happening around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;You will see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm so PMS-y &amp;amp; moody, so hear me roar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gives out a mousey squeak*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. yea rite... da nonsense ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2698815812553613242?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2698815812553613242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2698815812553613242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2698815812553613242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2698815812553613242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-that-time-of-da-month-again.html' title='It&apos;s &apos;That Time Of Da Month&apos; Again.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6547667825858350514</id><published>2008-01-20T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:25:50.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care of ur own filthy asses ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care of ur own filthy asses ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jangan nak jaga pantat org. Pantat sendiri pun berkerak tak cuci2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To all kepo2 yang ada kena-mengena di luar tu,&lt;br /&gt;I accept whatever problems that come with God's help. If this is da way u're all gonna do to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so. be. it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-6547667825858350514?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6547667825858350514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6547667825858350514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6547667825858350514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6547667825858350514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-care-of-ur-own-filthy-asses.html' title='Take care of ur own filthy asses ;)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8896275868937332216</id><published>2008-01-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To Ma SSCeans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ode To Ma SSCeans...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hi everyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost, I would like to thank everyone before I officially leave (my temp assignment with Singapore Sports Council ends in Feb, if u don't know already). Have to say that I initially felt quite out of place, being the only temp EA with just an O Level &amp;amp; a mere ITE qualification... compared to those who've been through A Levels... diploma &amp;amp; stuff. So I feel rather priviledged to be given this chance to work with you people on Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon '07 &amp;amp; I never thought that the experience would feel so good. Yup, after all the tears, sweat &amp;amp; sleepless nights we finally made it :). For those I closely interact/work/makan kakis with, here's my special odes &amp;amp; thanks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rubin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you for putting up with me &amp;amp; my many commitments outside work. Though you have had your bad days &amp;amp; busy schedules you have been patient enuff to accomodate me. And I really admire how patiently you handled disgruntled participants during the Race Entry Pack Collection (well someone told me that I was hostile to a couple who die-die want to change t-shirt size, haha). I could never be as patient as you, gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rakel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stay elegant always. I've always loved your cool composure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yazed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I haven't thanked you for the cute X'mas prezzie :). You're one of the most jovial &amp;amp; friendly boss to have around anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stanli;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hey, you. Yes, you. By the time u get back to office, I'll be long gone. The first thing I would like to tell you is, I'm sorry. For the little war we had before you left for your reservist. I really didn't mean anything when I supposedly used 'that tone' on you &amp;amp; like I said I was preoccupied with something else in my head else when you called me over. So I would like to apologise for making you pissed with the way I talked. Still despite all the minor frictions we had while working together, it was good while it lasted. U're the most hardworking &amp;amp; the most 'kanchong spider' guy I've ever seen. Just learn to relax a little &amp;amp; work will be less stressful for you in future mmkay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melissa Pei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, gurl... looks like you're looked upon as the 'welfare taker' for part-timers/interns huh? Haha... Well, thank you so much for caring about my welfare &amp;amp; doing the little things for me when I was a newb (you should know what you did for me). And I really enjoyed the funny conversations we had in the cab after OT :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prissy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yo! You too. Thanks for all the hospitality you've shown me (and remember the email help you wanted to render me when we were eating out with Mel Leong at 7-11? Hmmm... but I never got 'round to it). I so appreciate that effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Megan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You already left before me. But still I'm writing this to you. You're the BEST chat/makan/relax kaki I've ever had in SSC next to the intern before me, Melissa Leong. I miss you lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melissa Leong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *Pokes &amp;amp; points up*. Haha. And thanks for all your guidance before you left &amp;amp; AFTER you left. Sorry if I initially bother you too much with my phone calls rgding registration. Stay in touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kai Long &amp;amp; Wai Leong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Certified 'Sports Events Div Clowns'! Thanks for the laughs &amp;amp; brightening up my lunches with you people. Wish you guys all the best after you leave too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shawn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We haven't really worked closely but I always find you a little awe-inspiring. Melissa (Leong) once told me you're a very hardworking person, so that must be it isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheila;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Stay loud &amp;amp; happy! I like your tough character &amp;amp; it's something I've always wanted to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nathaniel &amp;amp; Cindy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nat, thanks for the prata treat at Boat Quay &amp;amp; the little conversations we had the night before SCSM07. You always keep your cool &amp;amp; I like that. Cindy, you're very sweet &amp;amp; your humility amazes me at all times. And thanks for being the only SE who's always willing dine out with us temp EAs &amp;amp; the interns. Heeee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Next to Nat, I really wonder how you've always managed to keep your cool &amp;amp; be calm even after TONS of work have been piling on you. Another person that I look up to &amp;amp; I'll take a leaf out of your book wherever I work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PeiLing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If UK's got their own SUPER NANNY on tv, you'll be Singapore's very own SUPER AUNTIE! You're really like Doraemon you know? You have everything in your bag to save your life :D. Thanks for always attempting to shelter me with your umbrella under the hot sun (hehehe though I usually don't bother about whether I'm turning black). But all in all, I can tell that you're a very trustworthy person &amp;amp; who likes to help people in need. Please keep in touch ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lee Huang;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for being the sweet, kind lady who always shares her personal kettle with me when I'm down with instant noodles. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chi Hua;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A robust &amp;amp; one of the most outstanding volunteers at REPC despite her size :). Thanks a million for assisting me at Helpdesk. Stay smiley always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My stay in SSC new office is too short for me to get to know you better. Still, I would like to thank you for just being my pretty cute-voiced 'neighbour'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kak Faridah;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This goes out to you too, I have just gotten to know you 2 weeks before I left. Thanks for the little conversations &amp;amp; whatever advise regarding my daughter. I wish you &amp;amp; your family in good health always &amp;amp; cheers to our 5 year olds... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;So what am I up to after SSC? I've been offered a position as Helpdesk Engineer at ST Electronics &amp;amp; will commence on 1st Feb. Initially I was required start early Jan but I felt it was too soon to leave as I still had post-event loose ends to tie. Lucky for me, they eventually allow me to start in Feb instead. So, new year, new job, new environment, new people for me, some complicated IT stuff for me to learn... and I'm nervous &amp;amp; excited at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;For the rest I didn't mention, a big thank you for the great working environment. With all my heart, I wish you all success in your endeavours &amp;amp; do say hi when we cross paths again :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nur Sari Ratna Binte Mohammad Alias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;aka Anna Mohd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R44vi8SJV8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1NJ385S0W_w/s1600-h/1_231671102l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156110900730091458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R44vi8SJV8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1NJ385S0W_w/s400/1_231671102l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15611697-8896275868937332216?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8896275868937332216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8896275868937332216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8896275868937332216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8896275868937332216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-everyone-first-foremost-i-would-like.html' title='Ode To Ma SSCeans...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R44vi8SJV8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1NJ385S0W_w/s72-c/1_231671102l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-5966796846198904779</id><published>2008-01-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:36:00.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Da Little Things They Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's Da Little Things They Do...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Juz came back from Bugis with Sham. We did a round of mini-shopping (is there such a thing) lol... I bought maself a shiny brown bag, a pair of black sandals, a necklace &amp;amp; black pants, mostly for work. Sham wasn't left behind though... I bought him 2 shirts &amp;amp; a watch. Not much we did huh? Neway he's also super CHOOSY ;p. Wanna get him something, must bring him along. If not, there'll be 80% chance that he won't like the item &amp;amp; he'll be brutally honest about it :). Da last time I dragged him to shopping, he was so cerewet y'know? Satu benda haram pun tak berkenan. Hairan bin ajaib betui. And I thought I'M da one who's da choosy one. But he lovesss window-shopping though. Very hard to find guys that are willing to stake out a particular shop for a very long time just to look for what he or I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something Sham did just now was very sweet, it could almost give me diabetes (ok, ok, it sounds corny)! Hahaha. I saw him crouching &amp;amp; scrutinising alphabetical handphone charms just to look for the alphabet A for me. And then we came across another handphone goodie shop &amp;amp; he did da same thing when he saw handphone charms, this time with actual names engraved on them. It was cute watching him concentrating on it &amp;amp; trying hard to find ma name. But we had no luck with both shops. Banyak sangat la org yang nama Anna kat Singapore ni eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm... it doesn't have to be something very huge or expensive, but it's da little things they do for you that make u observe their comical mannerisms &amp;amp; love them more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't worry lah... dia takkan 'kembang'. He doesn't really read ma blogspot &amp;amp; he doesn't know ma multiply address yet. Friendster dia pun terbengkalai. Akuuu juga yang manage. Hmm I miss his testimonials to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I miss having outings with both him &amp;amp; ma little sweetie. When will we plan something again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_PapachiAnakchi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="790" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/_PapachiAnakchi.jpg" width="487" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-5966796846198904779?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/5966796846198904779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=5966796846198904779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5966796846198904779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5966796846198904779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-da-little-things-they-do.html' title='It&apos;s Da Little Things They Do...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2336296538076144183</id><published>2008-01-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:10:12.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, My, Gawd....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I know I'll sound like a freak, but I logged on to ma Facebook, &amp;amp; ma horoscope today sounds cryptically... almost accurate. HOW DID THEY KNOW???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Taurus HoroscopeGo to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=3008250443&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=9dafb26bc5028e62eddc62414baa23a1&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true" href="http://apps.facebook.com/astrolis/horoscopes/yesterday.php?sign=taurus&amp;amp;tz=10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=3008250443&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=9dafb26bc5028e62eddc62414baa23a1&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true" href="http://apps.facebook.com/astrolis/horoscopes/tomorrow.php?sign=taurus&amp;amp;tz=10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Anna,A child's health or well being may be at issue today. There are opportunities for you to intervene and help, but you have to keep an open mind. Someone you see as abusive is in fact wounded and hurting themselves, and in order to set things right you have to get them to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And look at ma entry, two posts ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.... I'm amazed. I have been feeling this way lately too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*Stares...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hmmkay. Creepy but I'll regain ma composure. Will keep a close watch on da horoscope section day by day to see if they are somewhat like psychics ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2336296538076144183?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2336296538076144183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2336296538076144183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2336296538076144183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2336296538076144183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-gawd.html' title='Oh, My, Gawd....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8067000790727369799</id><published>2008-01-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:39:08.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatzuuuuup! Some Light-Heartedness To Share In Our Busy Lives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatzuuuuup! Some Light-Heartedness To Share In Our Busy Lives...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 330px; HEIGHT: 315px" src="http://embed.zedge.net/embed/zvp-embed.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" scale="noscale" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" flashvars="key=7883926&amp;amp;srv=fsb&amp;amp;vid=22970" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Zedge - Free mobile fun!" style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; MARGIN-LEFT: 65px; LINE-HEIGHT: 28px; FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://www.zedge.net/track-embed/"&gt;FREE YOUR PHONE - ZEDGE.NET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Believe me, this thing really put da smile back to ma face after days of stress &amp;amp; confusion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on da weblink below da vid for freebies for your moby, if u haven't known about it already. I downloaded tons of great-looking themes for ma Sony Ericsson off da site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8067000790727369799?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8067000790727369799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8067000790727369799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8067000790727369799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8067000790727369799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-light-heartedness-to-share-in-our.html' title='Whatzuuuuup! Some Light-Heartedness To Share In Our Busy Lives...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-7346433517629435486</id><published>2008-01-07T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:34:24.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So there goes all hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there goes all hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just got back from an appreciation lunch &amp;amp; prize giving function at the Taurus ballroom in Marina Mandarin... I'm as full as hell, but actually we didn't have our food there. I was there to WORK, to help with checking attendance &amp;amp; to distribute plaques to sponsors &amp;amp; outstanding volunteers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So we went to Swensens Marina to have dinner cos we were all so starved, Dionne, Nat, Stanli, Chi Hua, Rubin, Shawn, Kai Long, Christina, Cindy &amp;amp; me. No pics lah... so hungry, no time to take pictures except for a formal pic at da ballroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finally, I get to eat what I had been craving for since I last had it at Pizza Hut... baked chicken curry rice! But at PH they call it Curry Zazzle. We had a combination of platter, extra fries &amp;amp; a dessert. I thought since it was already 4plus we'd be going home, but we had to go back to office in 3 cabs... so *yawn* here I am relaxing like a snake who's just had its full human meal...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yet something is at da back of ma mind at da same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goes all hope. I wanted to go home early cos ma kid's being taken care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;of at ma mum's place cos she has been having fever on &amp;amp; off for about a week, just like what I went through 2 weeks ago. By any chance did I spread it to ma cabbage patch? And I'm afraid by da time I rush back there, her dad would have taken her back to his home... no chance to see her &amp;amp; kiss her goodbye. Hope she's not going back to school tomorrow if she's still sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please don't let mummy feel worried &amp;amp; do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;get well soon lil' darling. Mummy loves u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And B, sorry I can't meet you after work today ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ill got a train of thoughts running throu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;gh ma mind and I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ope that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I can get to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mum's house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;on time to see how she is today. I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-7346433517629435486?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/7346433517629435486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=7346433517629435486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7346433517629435486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7346433517629435486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-there-goes-all-hope.html' title='So there goes all hope.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8371851964223977026</id><published>2008-01-05T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:48.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can U Kindly Help Convey This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can U Kindly Help Convey This?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R38OGsSJV6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IGrUIZvkKmY/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151852006864410530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R38OGsSJV6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IGrUIZvkKmY/s400/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Any idea what these are? They're called ChampionChips, or of course, Chips in short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chips are tied to runners' shoelaces in marathons or in other events for the timing mats to electronically detect the chips &amp;amp; record their run timings for each distance. Impressive technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R38O-MSJV7I/AAAAAAAAAII/9NkJMkqJBF8/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151852960347150258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R38O-MSJV7I/AAAAAAAAAII/9NkJMkqJBF8/s400/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sorry, a blur close-up of an individual chip. Each barrel of the chip bears an unique chip code (eg, DW-4PZ2D) which electronically bears every runners particulars. The barrel must be facing outwards towards the direction of running as the mats can't detect displaced chips or chips that are merely put in your hands or pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have around 4700++ more chips more to be collected. If any of you happen to know friends, family or relatives who participated in the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon '07 &amp;amp; have not returned the chip after their run, could you please help to convey this msg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The admin &amp;amp; equipment fee for unreturned an chip is 50 bucks. There are many cases where people shoddily place their chips in extremely thin envelopes &amp;amp; post them to us. These chips tend to move to da corner &amp;amp; burst out of the envelopes. If this happens, runners have to settle this with Singpost &amp;amp; pay us the fee at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of da story? Wrap it carefully in a small piece of paper, seal it with scotch tape &amp;amp; put it in a more sturdier envelope. If not, put it back in the zip lock where your runner's number bib was provided with, put them in A4 envelope &amp;amp; mail it. Please be responsible for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;People who refuse to pay the admin fee for lost/spoiled chips will be barred from future events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please mail the chips (attention to Anna) or come personally to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Singapore Sports Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;230 Stadium Boulevard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Singapore 397799&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tel: 63457111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details, do call the SSC office &amp;amp; look for me or email me with your contact number at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ssc_sbd@ssc.gov.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ssc_sbd@ssc.gov.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:provodkative@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;provodkative@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;. Kindly do not add me in msn if you don't know me. You'll be pretty disappointed to know that I sooo seldom log in. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh. Enuff of marathon things already.&lt;br /&gt;After this important notification it'll be back to ma usual :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your great help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8371851964223977026?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8371851964223977026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8371851964223977026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8371851964223977026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8371851964223977026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-u-kindly-help.html' title='Can U Kindly Help Convey This?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R38OGsSJV6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/IGrUIZvkKmY/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2092876371602242711</id><published>2008-01-01T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:50.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 3 weekends of beach-ing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;After 3 weekends of beach-ing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am SUPER dark now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3oipMSJV2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/nslnHndCeyA/s1600-h/DSC00145e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150467214918899554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3oipMSJV2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/nslnHndCeyA/s400/DSC00145e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Taken yesterday before leaving for countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You see, 3 weeks ago I went for ma family BBQ-cum-campout at East Coast. 2 weeks ago it was at Changi with Sham. Then last weekend it was with ma Yishun Secondary School mates (including ma kuzz) at Sembawang Park. All beaches have been covered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3ojvsSJV3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/DU6t8P46XZ8/s1600-h/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150468426099677042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3ojvsSJV3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/DU6t8P46XZ8/s400/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mates for 11 years... Lina (top), ma kuzz Jana, Shaz with hew new 'do &amp;amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3okSsSJV4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/demeKTosQM8/s1600-h/Image090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150469027395098498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3okSsSJV4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/demeKTosQM8/s400/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just woke up from sleep &amp;amp; ready to go home in da morning... just look at ma eyebags &amp;amp; you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I forgot to Bluetooth over ma pics with Sham. Both our pics from the Maria Sharapova match (it was fantastic, by da way) &amp;amp; our countdown yesterday. Waiting for him to email it over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well it wasn't much of a countdown yesterday. By da time we got to Marina Bay da fireworks were just coming on. BANGLA-BANGLA YANG MELEBIH. JAKUN SIAK SATU-SATU, CAM MINTAK KENA JITAK AJE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We bought movie tix at Plaza Singapura before coming to Marina with 14 of his former colleagues... it was hard cos some of them couldn't decide what movie to watch &amp;amp; we took 45 minutes just deciding on it. Finally we watched I Am Legend starred by Will Smith. More about da movie later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we headed to Arab Street where they all wanted to smoke sheesha, but Sham &amp;amp; I realised that we don't even have time to wait for them to prepare 16 people's food, have our sheesha &amp;amp; WALK back again cos da movie would be starting at 2.35am &amp;amp; it was like already 1am, so we both took a cab back to PS, had some light food while waiting for them to come back. Sham was frustrated, me tired &amp;amp; ma tummy hurt from holding in all that urine, hah, but all in all... I'm not complaining. Thanks for inviting me along to your outing with your mates aite B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm... 2007 has come &amp;amp; gone. 2008 is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't dare ask for much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just wish to earn more and... have lesser or even ZERO fights with ma boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, I am sorry for the arguement that we had just now. But you were in da wrong too cos you just can't accept something that I mildly pinpointed. You took it badly &amp;amp; thought that I was trying to condemn you. I wasn't. I just merely ASKED why. Why can't we solve arguements &amp;amp; misunderstandings amicably? Don't you hate it when we scream our throats out &amp;amp; assuming bad thoughts of each other? Aren't you sick of fighting? Well this was da question you asked just now. It leaves a bitter taste in ma mouth. I AM sick of our little petty fights. I do want us to be da mild-mannered &amp;amp; loving couple we used to back in '06. But we need to seriously work on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I need to keep ma temper in check, and you, need to learn to accept the things that people say to you. I didn't mean no damage or to hurt your feelings. I just don't understand why you couldn't do such a simple thing? That is why I call u up at home to ask. I hope you do understand by now. I don't want this to continue &amp;amp; drag on. I love you &amp;amp; everytime we have to go through shards of glass again it just hurts, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I certainly pray that you will get to fulfill your New Year's Resolutions and... our biggest dream. You should know what that is &amp;amp; I hope you'll always let that keep you going on whenever you fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I hope all of you will have a blessed new year... Insya-Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3ti4cSJV5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/YZEShlyGIrw/s1600-h/New+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150819320632792978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3ti4cSJV5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/YZEShlyGIrw/s400/New+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Updated: Us at Arab Street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2092876371602242711?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2092876371602242711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2092876371602242711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2092876371602242711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2092876371602242711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-3-weekends-of-beach-ing.html' title='After 3 weekends of beach-ing...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3oipMSJV2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/nslnHndCeyA/s72-c/DSC00145e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1849783432768043509</id><published>2007-12-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:50.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Tix :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got Tix :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SSC is giving its staff free tix to watch Maria Sharapova Live this Sunday evening at the Singapore Indoor Stadium. Da cheapest tix costs around 80 bucks, yup, I checked on da official site. Got ma 1st free pair last week but I wasn't interested so I passed it to ma kuzz who layta gave it to her daughter's tutor. When I told Sham about it, he said that he would love to watch da tennis match if only I had told him sooner. Hmm... then today, by a stroke of luck ma colleague gave me an extra pair. So he was delighted. I'm no big fan of tennis, I love PLAYING badminton but not watch badminton or tennis. But I guess it's fine, since he's happy I'll be happier. Just that no videocams or any recording materials allowed, like it says on da tickets. So can we bring our cameraphones in I wonder :S ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And maybe Sham wants to watch the pretty Maria Sharapova rather than tennis itself ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jangan marah eh b?&lt;/em&gt; Just a joke la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3PR2MSJV1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/40Tyjs6VfIQ/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148689527955085138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3PR2MSJV1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/40Tyjs6VfIQ/s400/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;PS: BTW, I've just set up ma own Multiply. It's still in infancy stage as I do not know how to design ma own template yet but I would love to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Add me up if u know me &amp;amp; u've got a Multiply too... &lt;a href="http://annattica.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;http://annattica.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1849783432768043509?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1849783432768043509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1849783432768043509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1849783432768043509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1849783432768043509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-tix.html' title='Got Tix :)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R3PR2MSJV1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/40Tyjs6VfIQ/s72-c/DSC00139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8177876143503759759</id><published>2007-12-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'Mas... Eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry X'Mas... Eve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Half-day at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Some makan-makan in office, &lt;em&gt;biasalah... dah nak festive2 season ni.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;One of da bosses, in his joy, forced us to down some Chinese liquor which I later learnt from a colleague that it's rice liquor *yucks*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Nothing to do, no emails to reply, ma supervisor's on leave. People playing pool &amp;amp; tablesoccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yes, u heard me, in ma office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Though I was left 'unsupervised', I couldn't be as carefree as them all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm still sick from last Friday &amp;amp; ma nose hurts like hell from all da sneezing. I was sickly as a child &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;dah tua2&lt;/em&gt; pun STILL fall sick easily. &lt;em&gt;Kurang Vitamin C tak..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Or is it da wretched December weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Also spent ma weekends camping (again) at Changi Beach with Sham... next time we'll find starfishies again &amp;amp; bring 'em home k baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Couldn't stand ma frustratingly pathetic condition, took a cab home, burned 17 bucks (ergh, B will nag) &amp;amp; I'm finally here talking to u people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mundane, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R290kMSJVzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NwBJ8YZZS1w/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147461064229214002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R290kMSJVzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NwBJ8YZZS1w/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R29038SJV0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hIt5t6GBif0/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147461403531630402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R29038SJV0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hIt5t6GBif0/s400/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pictures taken last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Boys will always be boys.... Merry X'mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PS: To view last 2 weeks' pit-cum-campout pics, click to ma kuzz's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://arttruckers.multiply.com/photos/album/47/My_8th_birthday_party"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multiply!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8177876143503759759?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8177876143503759759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8177876143503759759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8177876143503759759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8177876143503759759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-xmas-eve.html' title='Merry X&apos;Mas... Eve.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R290kMSJVzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/NwBJ8YZZS1w/s72-c/DSC00134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1731398781661350963</id><published>2007-12-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T01:17:34.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming up...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ma stint in SSC ends Feb oh-nine... how I'll miss da peeps. They actually hired me on contract basis just for the administrative stuff &amp;amp; oversee registration for da marathon. Now I'm being offered another job as Helpdesk Engineer at a former colleague's place. She's been working there for 2 years. But I have to meet up with her boss who's also her friend, to talk about it... I wanna know what REALLY are da job scope like &amp;amp; what to expect. Ma big sis said da salary's worthwhile. But I also hope that da job is as good too. Something in which I can do an excellent job in, I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tomorrow till Sunday afternoon we're having a family outback :)... if I'm not wrong we do it like once every 2 years? We're celebrating da birthdays of two December babies in our family as well, ma kuzzin Ayu &amp;amp; another kuzz's daughter, Insyirah. Everyone's gonna be there, even Sham. Hope he gets his tent by tomorrow, else I dunno where he &amp;amp; ma kid's gonna sleep in if the other tents we have are packed. For your info, his eyes really can't 'tahan' staying up too late, haha. He has not been in night life for so long. As for me, I don't normally sleep (not all thru da nite, at least) if I go on a chalet or camping out. We prefer to chat &amp;amp; explore around... it's a waste to me if I sleep all da way. Looks like I'll not be having 'nuff rest (again) this weekend, haha. Sure tired like hell when I return to work da following Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Speaking of tired, I really, really am. Torn da side of ma new work blouse whilst packing &amp;amp; carrying heavy things in the office. Oh, our divisions (Sports Business &amp;amp; Sports Events - ma division) are da last to move office, because we were all busy with marathon preparations. The other divisions have all moved from da National Stadium last month. Da rest of the offices now looks kinds eerie, especially when we have such 2 huge offices which used to house many divisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ma desk alone, I had a total of FIVE heavy boxes that I packed! Two boxes of which weren't even ma own files... they belong to da 'predecessors' before me. Had no choice but to keep them with me just in case the others need to refer to those backdated files. Aargh... pening ah kepala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Need to hit da sack now as I still need to pack da remaining neccessities for our camp 2moro morning, fetch ma kid quickly from her dad's &amp;amp; rush to ma aunt's at Yishun where our chartered bus will be waiting at 12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1731398781661350963?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1731398781661350963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1731398781661350963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1731398781661350963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1731398781661350963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/12/coming-up.html' title='Coming up...!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1539932654484404275</id><published>2007-12-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:52:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Overdue!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/R5Obdg8x7j9k17Udq5lYgVB14tIJojzk?cy=ms&amp;amp;view=large"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Slideshow ;)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1152921504615856680&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;These are da Singapore Marathon pics. Despite all da tiredness &amp;amp; having to burn 2 weekends for this event, I have no regrets &amp;amp; am glad to be able to go have gone through this valuable experience &amp;amp; to work with people from all ages &amp;amp; walks of life, da management &amp;amp; volunteers alike. Cheers to all of ya for making this a successful &amp;amp; memorable event. 40,000 runners this year, no mean feat ;)! Will be back to blog, so enjoy for now :). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1539932654484404275?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1539932654484404275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1539932654484404275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1539932654484404275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1539932654484404275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-4975125956630346263</id><published>2007-11-30T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:35:17.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Ghetto Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That Ghetto Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm still at Suntec, doing the REPC thing for foreigners this time... don't really know what I'm doing here except for assisting 'em on some complications &amp;amp; most of da part being... SURFING. Turnouts have been surprisingly low. I expected many more to come collect their race packs. After all, we still have about 14,000 ++ packs / bibs left uncollected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling colder as the hours ticked by. It's got absolutely nuthin to do with what I'm doing at work now but it just occured to me to make ma chilly hands useful &amp;amp; write about how I have been feeling lately... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hate being da last in line, da last to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knwing what da future holds for me... especially da scarier ones in store (but is it better for one not to know..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say that I'm adaptable but still, I hate drastic changes to da norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I hate da fact how almost nuthin in this world could ever stay da same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me, WHAT will stay da same?&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/15611697-4975125956630346263?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/4975125956630346263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=4975125956630346263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4975125956630346263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4975125956630346263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-what.html' title='That Ghetto Love.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-7222546082311672542</id><published>2007-11-26T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:52.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Badly Need A Massage, lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I Badly Need A Massage, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So sorry for not blogging, I've been working non-stop for a week &amp;amp; it will go on till da marathon starts. No days off at da mo, weekdays in the office, weekends are burned at the Race Entry Pack Collection venues. Sham's sister's wedding missed. Ma body's aching, feet tired, blisters all over. Not that I'm complaining but at this point I really feel pretty much demotivated to blog because of extreme tiredness. Nevertheless I still enjoyed ma time with ma incredible helpdesk team. I will miss u people A HELL LOT. Thanks so much for volunteering. U were all fast, cooperative &amp;amp; were good problem solvers, which was way out of ma expectations. And most of all, u have done a good job helping me at Helpdesk. Please keep in touch, u all have ma mobile number &amp;amp; ma msn addy aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rmRX6nGMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z45NVjVJnGs/s1600-h/behind.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137171511121483970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rmRX6nGMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z45NVjVJnGs/s400/behind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... some ppl seem to be missing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rl536nGLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6ZTWpyeZRzM/s1600-h/behind2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137171107394558130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rl536nGLI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6ZTWpyeZRzM/s400/behind2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Da 'problem solvers ' at da most difficult counter, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rmoX6nGNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PNs5hWqODD4/s1600-h/mcm_customs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137171906258475218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rmoX6nGNI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PNs5hWqODD4/s400/mcm_customs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;See how long da counters are? All to accomodate 40,000 runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0roXH6nGOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BX2eBBoNCQk/s1600-h/standard_kopek.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137173808928987362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0roXH6nGOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BX2eBBoNCQk/s400/standard_kopek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;U see, ma volunteers were bored. So they decided to make a 'SUDOKU' outta their shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0roqX6nGPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aE0P-tRBL-w/s1600-h/standchart_kopek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137174139641469170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0roqX6nGPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aE0P-tRBL-w/s400/standchart_kopek2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;and even something worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rpDn6nGQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5LNNUGy18VE/s1600-h/informal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137174573433166082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rpDn6nGQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/5LNNUGy18VE/s400/informal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Getting brazen after it's all over. And I'm waiting for da rest of da pics from some of ma team members &amp;amp; ma colleague, Joshua. Will put 'em up soon :). Thanks Frances for these pics! Really appreciated. Sorry if da pics seem blur &amp;amp; unattractive. I can't be bothered to edit them &amp;amp; can't talk much rite now, badly need sleep :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-7222546082311672542?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/7222546082311672542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=7222546082311672542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7222546082311672542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7222546082311672542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='I Badly Need A Massage, lah.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/R0rmRX6nGMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z45NVjVJnGs/s72-c/behind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8467152304909759038</id><published>2007-11-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:52.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So U Heard It From Me ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So U Heard It From Me ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dunno what's wrong with me. If I had a boring phone, I wanted a more fun &amp;amp; colourful one. If I bought it already, I want ma phone to be SERIOUS. And it goes back &amp;amp; forth like playing joget. By da way, I broke ma week-old pink Motorola. And don't ask me why. Someone should know better :). Broke, as in da casing alone, but with a badly cracked LCD. So I got maself a 3G phone. A serious, black phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And one of da most affordable of da lot. After SO much recommendation from a friend who co-owns a mobile phone shop... cos I'm not exactly a fan of LG. It's also perfect for pple looking for their 1st 3G moby who don't wanna burn a large hole in their pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzkkC6E_VnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wzxwW8hTxeg/s1600-h/lgkuphone-thumb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzkkaKE_VoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XwEXmDevXok/s1600-h/lgkuphone-thumb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132173282165872258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzkkaKE_VoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XwEXmDevXok/s320/lgkuphone-thumb.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm surprised to find some interesting facts about this phone after looking around online. Just read on. Specification-wise there's nothing particularly special about da LG KU250. It features a 1.7" 176x220 pixel display, 1.3 megapixel camera, a video calling camera, microSD expandable memory, an MP3 player and Bluetooth. The LG KU250 also has an email client and web browser and PC synchronisation capabilities. Impressively, da LG KU250 weighs just 75 grams, making it one of da lightest 3G handsets on the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although da KU250's specification isn't a patch on a high-end 3G device such as da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobilegazette.com/nokia-n95-06x09x26.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nokia N95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, it's certainly good enough for most people. And priced at around €100 / $130 / £70 before tax and subsidy, it's clear that da LG KU250 offers good value for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One niggling question is this - just who is da LG KU250 aimed at? It's around three times da price of da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobilegazette.com/motorola-fone-f3-f3c-06x07x26.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Motorola FONE F3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt; which is aimed at emerging markets worldwide, so it isn't exactly da first step on the mobile phone ladder. In truth, most 3G networks are n countries where that KU250 will cost around a week's wages - it's quite popular in da Philippines for example, where it costs around da equivalent of two week's wages. Don't forget, that da $130 price buys you a phone, MP3 player, digital camera and more. It's certainly a better - and cheaper - phone than Nokia's base 3G model, da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobilegazette.com/nokia-6151-06x06x19.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. And although it doesn't exactly wow you with its looks, it has a nice tidy design that looks very presentable. Ma only grouse is, da &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For All&lt;/span&gt; wording on da LCD sounds cheesy (yea, da actual phone has such wordings on da bottom part of da LCD) &amp;amp; that da display is a tad small for me. Other than that, it's incredibly light for a 3G phone. I like its clean-cut design &amp;amp; da delightful blue backlight of da number pad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So now I want a colourful phone *grin*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nah... will play around with this for a while more, lah. Or even get another. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8467152304909759038?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8467152304909759038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8467152304909759038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8467152304909759038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8467152304909759038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/11/believe-it-or-not.html' title='So U Heard It From Me ;)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzkkaKE_VoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XwEXmDevXok/s72-c/lgkuphone-thumb.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8365953805456824157</id><published>2007-11-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:52.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zangygraphics.com/picture.php?c=bday&amp;amp;n=149"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 202px" height="284" src="http://zangygraphics.com/bday/e719f9d2fd0e930f7257fbc0a5a931f051.gif" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Happy Birthday 25th Birthday to ma sweetest &amp;amp; lurrveliest kuzz, Jana. May you have a great time in Bintan &amp;amp; may you have everything you wish for in 2009! *Wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;- From your future bridesmaid ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzWi1aE_VlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tljcl6HcfCc/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzWjJ6E_VmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J6X8zagOwDA/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131186741062882914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzWjJ6E_VmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J6X8zagOwDA/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8365953805456824157?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8365953805456824157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8365953805456824157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8365953805456824157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8365953805456824157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzWjJ6E_VmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J6X8zagOwDA/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3776217867287488725</id><published>2007-11-07T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So How Come Our Brains Are Still Not 'Cooked'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So How Come Our Brains Are Still Not 'Cooked'...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Please read it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;1 Egg, &amp;amp; 2 Mobiles 65 minutes of connection between mobiles. Assembled something as per image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzGJR_t8G5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zljw_Ctrjhk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130032392806603666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzGJR_t8G5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zljw_Ctrjhk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Initiated da call between da two mobiles and allowed 65 minutes approximately... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During da first 15 minutes nothing happened; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25 minutes later da egg started getting warm; 45 minutes later the egg is hot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;65 minutes later da egg is cooked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzGJw_t8G6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6VSmEtJ8lAk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130032925382548386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzGJw_t8G6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/6VSmEtJ8lAk/s320/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conclusion: The immediate radiation of da mobiles has da potential to modify the proteins of the egg. Imagine what it can do with da proteins of your brains when you do long calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please try to reduce long time calls on mobile phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm... agaknya aku ni ada sikit biol pasal pakai handphone lama sangat tak..? Protein dah rosak. Tapi tak keras2 pun otak aku??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Scary or just fake? One thing's for sure, there's a new term to da word, vegetable (brain dead). Imagine pple saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*In between sobs* &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;... oh no. He's been on da machine for 1 month now. Is he becoming a potato???&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Neway, if u got a decent, teeny weeny bit of scientific knowledge, who's to say that you can't try this at home...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-3776217867287488725?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3776217867287488725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3776217867287488725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3776217867287488725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3776217867287488725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-how-come-our-brains-are-still-not.html' title='So How Come Our Brains Are Still Not &apos;Cooked&apos;?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RzGJR_t8G5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zljw_Ctrjhk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6649218866154827492</id><published>2007-11-02T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:22:01.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Da Next Paycheck Goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And So Da Next Paycheck Goes to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Running shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's funny how I just love to take long walks at lunch hr. Away from the stuffy&amp;amp; constricted office. Away from all da maddening paperwork. Although it's very warm outside, somehow I feel refreshing. Imagine, da distance from National Stadium &amp;amp; Kallang MRT is so far away. There used to be a shortcut through the PA (People's Association) but there's no longer a gate that we can cut through to get to da stadium. I have to walk some distance, cross a bridge, walk to the far end, dunno what place it's called but there's a river where people always go canoeing (or is it kayak-ing, uh... I forgot which is which, SERIOUS), then turn to da left &amp;amp; walk, turn right &amp;amp; walk some more, reach the PA (at last), and finally get to Kallang MRT! After that, just buy cigarette only. Irritating rite?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Colleagues has been asking me to join em for lunch or evening runs... but I turned them down cos I have no shoes. It's damn pathetic now, considering that I used to be rather sporty &amp;amp; carefree at school. Da 1 time I really got crazy with shoes when I was with ITE Balestier. Converse high-cut shoes used to be very 'in' among da students there... girls wear what they like be it colorful or not... &amp;amp; we frequently wear pants to school rather than da (again) constricted skirts. It was irritating whenever I tried to bend down and tie ma shoelaces da boys would look, so I simply gave up on da school skirt. I used to be a huge fan of Reeboks shoes too. And sporty bags. How I miss those times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've surfed Reeboks, Adidas &amp;amp; Nike sites but so far I have not fallen in love with any shoes they showcased in da sites :(. Even did an analysis on what kind of shoe is best for me but I think I really have to SEE &amp;amp; FEEL them before I could fall in love with them. Hey, after all we're talking abt shoes... not men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And what am I doing here? I'm still up sorting out da database for &lt;a href="http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-going-for-any-vacation-in-dec.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Singapore Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which I'm handling. Only reached home from work at 12.20am, eat, bathe &amp;amp; hit da comp. How I wish I could finish these like, ASAP. I'm so tired... really mentally tired. Tired of da stupid last-minute people who die-die want to register when it's already C-L-O-S-E-D. Like their lives depend on it. It causes a lot of delay &amp;amp; exasperation on ma team when we're already so rushed for deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;... To people who still think of emailing us just to 'make oneee laaaast exception' like u always wrote in your subject headers, I can only tell u two words, forget it. I don't mean to be rude, just being blunt. We need to handover all da FINAL database of runners for da production of runner's &amp;amp; finisher's shirt, champion chips, runner's bib and also for the Race Entry Pack Collection. It all have to start already. As much as we had been trying to make provisions for 11th hour registrants before, I hope u people can be understanding towards our situation on our admin side of things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ok I'm slacking off already. If I keep on blah blah blah-ing I'm gonna fall asleep rite here. AND I MUST KEEP AWAKE to carry on with ma work :(. Gotta dash for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Haiz ngantuk nyer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;PS: If u noticed, I've not updateD ma archives. Pardon me for da slip-shordness, will get ma butt to it when I'm more 'clear'. Too weary &amp;amp; sleep-deprived to deal with even small amounts of HTML stuff.. and as if I have a lot of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-6649218866154827492?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6649218866154827492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6649218866154827492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6649218866154827492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6649218866154827492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-da-next-paycheck-goes-to.html' title='And So Da Next Paycheck Goes to...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8677736964693430241</id><published>2007-10-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:53.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Aftermath?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Is there any..? I don't know yet. We seem to have resolved things but have u ever heard of da wise saying, it goes something like 'People only believe in what they want to believe, not da truth out there'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Delve deep into it. Try to decipher what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We talked da way we talked when we first got together. It's been a long time since u asked 'have u eaten?'. And it seems like years that we actually talked amicably on da phone, no tones raised or stretched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Have things become so routine or mundane that we turned out this way? Do we take each other for granted? It's funny how sometimes a huge bomb like this (see previous post) can make a couple 'work' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(And) u have said that u would improvise, change da way things are. And never do that anymore. Will u keep your word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The saying applies again here. I'm like desperate to believe in u, believe what u said. Cos I love u. But then again I might be blind to da harsh reality that u may do it again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I guess... only time will tell. And when it 'tells'... I hope it heals as quickly too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My head &amp;amp; da back of ma neck has started to hurt again. Doc said I had a whiplash. Thank goodness ma knees are alrite now. To cut a long story short, when I was out Hari Raya-ing with ma friends... a lorry rammed into our MPV from behind. Alhamdulillah, all of us only suffer light injuries... I was at da back seat &amp;amp; somehow I fell from ma seat, straight on ma knees. Weird isn't it.That sure hurt like hell though no bones broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Oh, and I'm dying to make ma blog turn back to NORMAL... sans all da hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyoZJft8G4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JTlSlAnjRSc/s1600-h/1_363730567l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127938776638430082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyoZJft8G4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JTlSlAnjRSc/s320/1_363730567l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15611697-8677736964693430241?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8677736964693430241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8677736964693430241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8677736964693430241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8677736964693430241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/10/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyoZJft8G4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/JTlSlAnjRSc/s72-c/1_363730567l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2418509540476400209</id><published>2007-10-25T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:30:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURT &amp; UNPLUGGED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HURT &amp;amp; UNPLUGGED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far I have not blogged about ma problems with YOU at all. But you have not really considered ma feelings before you let da public in on your emotions in ur blog... about me... &amp;amp; some of da shit that has been happening. Do u think they are stupid? Do u happen to think that they wouldn't have da slightest clue what da hell u're talking about? U're fucking wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have not done this for the longest time either. I just hate slamming people (on blogs). How I wish the anger can just fade away at a blink at an eye. But no, sweetie, it really doesn't work that way, not in this life. You tell me how to appease ma anger? Oh wait, I should be da one to ask you to do that for ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;U tell me she's cross-eyed &amp;amp; ugly? And that u're not interested in her? Don't gimme that! Self-check 1st, takmo MACAM PAHAM... u gave her your number like it was nothing to you. KUCING LAPAR MANA NAK REJECT IKAN ATAS PIRING? Oh, crossed-eyed women got no vagina is it?? Still a woman what. This is not a case of da green-eyed monster la. But it's about your damn principles. Now I do not know when did this rule apply to this relationship, that u can freely distribute your hp number like pamphlets while I should shun men who want to get to know me. Kenapa, awak kesian sangat kat dia pasal dia keRO, tak laku?! Go &amp;amp; marry her, I wouldn't even bat an eyelid. But don't do things behind ma back. How do I trust you that u haven't gone out on a date with her at all...? You have known her for ONE WHOLE FUCKING MONTH &amp;amp; I'm completely in da dark! And I've been so honest to u about ma social life all along? What da fuck are u doing to me? This is already da 2nd time this sort of thing happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And that was one hell of a girl. What a muthafucking coward she was. If not for the minor accident I had that nite, I wouldn't have da hunch to listen to his voicemail, tu pun dah lama tak dengar. Suara takmo step manja ah gerl. Tak padan kero eh ;p. Dah tahu org ada matair, nak kenal2 jugak. Nampak gambar aje dah TERPEGUN?? I only called her nicely to know who she was, and she hung up immediately. Da 2nd time, she simply made me 'wait long long' b4 rejecting ma kol. That freaking bitch. I couldn't contact ma BF that nite &amp;amp; I was at the hospital receiving outpatient treatment. Again, I only wanted to know who she was &amp;amp; tell her to convey da msg to him should she managed to reach him 1st after he comes home &amp;amp; charges his moby. But no, she chose the other way round. SHE CHOSE TO INCUR MA WRATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eh sundal, if u got no guilty conscience, why were u afraid of me? I hadn't even intoduced maself yet &amp;amp; u hung up. U expected this to happen &amp;amp; yet still play around with that little matchstick in your hands huh? Kalau kau tak buat salah, ataupun tak fikir apa2 kat matair org, kau tak akan takut, BODOH. U're the cheapest thing I've ever seen in ma life, sungguhpun kau tak lawa! Eh takde rupa takpelah pompuan, asalkan diri mau jaga suah! Tapi dua2 kau takde. Muka pon SCRAP, langgar lori punya. Perangai lak mcm sial lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*Takes a deep breath*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok. This has been intense, But please try to understand. I was injured, head spinning &amp;amp; needed him at that time. Instead, such surprise happened. Is it fair to me? I have not done this to him before so why is this happening? B, I won't try to stop u from continuing your friendship with her la, after all, u contacted her behind ma back... what's to stop you from doing it again if I restrict your friendship huh? That will hurt me even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You claimed that u have never met her, only know what she looks like by description. WHATEVER. But remember I told you? If it goes further &amp;amp; further beyond friendship, I WILL NOT HESITATE TO LET YOU GO. I won't be fighting over a dick with some shameless fugly girl. And u know what disappoints me da most..? I look up to you a lot &amp;amp; u've always potrayed urself to be da sweetest &amp;amp; da best boyfriend anyone could ever have, but in the end... u snuck around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How long will this facade of yours last huh? NI BENDA KARUT SEMUA AKU TAK PERNAH BUAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As the saying goes, they start small... then move on to 'win big'. Will u try &amp;amp; do something worse..? I dunno.... really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just tell me if these are all fair to me? I am so HURT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2418509540476400209?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2418509540476400209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2418509540476400209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2418509540476400209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2418509540476400209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-ever-like-what-u-see.html' title='HURT &amp; UNPLUGGED!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-4725657679029548531</id><published>2007-10-19T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:56.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Busy o_0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm So Busy o_0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sorry cos at the moment I'm busy with da &lt;a href="http://www.singaporemarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Singapore Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; preparations to sit down &amp;amp; blog properly. We wish u camat beraye... Will put more pics when they're up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Watch this space...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxibjyNcfUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yCWXi6u3kBo/s1600-h/IMG_0165[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123015615209831746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxibjyNcfUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yCWXi6u3kBo/s320/IMG_0165%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;At ma aunt's place, 1st day Raya...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyS5zPt8G3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Tsk587eYZOw/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126426565898148722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyS5zPt8G3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/Tsk587eYZOw/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma lil' sis &amp;amp; me. Seriously bored with da same hairstyle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyS2n_t8G2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I-y2ODr0P7A/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126423074089737058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RyS2n_t8G2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I-y2ODr0P7A/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Da 'Indian Brothers' &amp;amp; future in-laws... that's ma half-brother. Don't they look good together in this pic? *Hmm like Datuk K lah awak punya baju kurung...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjGhSNcfWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xq0JF1sJtGo/s1600-h/07102007647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123062851260153186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjGhSNcfWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xq0JF1sJtGo/s320/07102007647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Haiz... bila masa aku beranak lagi?? Ma kuzz's daughter la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjHEyNcfXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a09pWQJ1Mqs/s1600-h/07102007651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123063461145509234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjHEyNcfXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/a09pWQJ1Mqs/s320/07102007651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A closer look at Irdina. Makes me wanna have another baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjHnSNcfYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MTHmBWGCLFg/s1600-h/07102007644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123064053850996098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjHnSNcfYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MTHmBWGCLFg/s320/07102007644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Haa... this is ma REAL baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjH7yNcfZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MmMn4evbhO4/s1600-h/07102007645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123064406038314386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxjH7yNcfZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MmMn4evbhO4/s320/07102007645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And she loves wrestling too.&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/15611697-4725657679029548531?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/4725657679029548531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=4725657679029548531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4725657679029548531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4725657679029548531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-so-busy-o0.html' title='I&apos;m So Busy o_0'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RxibjyNcfUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/yCWXi6u3kBo/s72-c/IMG_0165%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1485974311988122335</id><published>2007-10-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:41:38.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha...Yanni.... Yanni!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha...Yanni.... Yanni!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku baru baca blog kau. Pasal geylang tu. Kau ni apadah... buat bodoh sajalah dgn mat2 &amp;amp; minah2 show-off tu! Tu semua biasa jugakla kalau dah nak raya ni. Yang penting bila kau pergi sana, u are happy shopping with ur loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u go to ma former &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://herewith-yanni.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;schoolmate's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt; blog, scroll down a little &amp;amp; u'll see what I'm talking about (eh Rohani, kan bagus aku kasi kau exposure sikit...), heheheh. But do take everything she says with a pinch of salt mmkay? Even though she sounds harsh, at least she's honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've been to bazaar geylang only 2 times. If break - fasting once at Haig Road also counts, oklah...make it 3. Anyway I work at Kallang Stadium so I can make ma way down anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geylang's pretty much da same year in &amp;amp; out... I went with Sham &amp;amp; his friends on da 1st trip, &amp;amp; just da two of us on da 2nd. Seriously I don't have da time to make frequent trips there so we just went there for some serious shopping for Raya clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love da junk food &amp;amp; da atmosphere there... &amp;amp; of course, da sucky posers that Yanni was talking about are there still... but I didn't let it bother me &amp;amp; I was too busy looking around &amp;amp; enjoying ma goofy jokes/shopping with Sham. It's this time of da year that all of us get to come together &amp;amp; shop as a family,,, don't talk abt maself cos I'm living on ma own but seriously, how many youngsters wanna shop with heir families frequently nowadays? They normally go with friends so I guess this is just da time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick today &amp;amp; I'm not in office. Came across this interesting webbie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moillusions.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.moillusions.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; . Go check it out &amp;amp; da links on da right, it's very cool. Especially for those who love graphics &amp;amp; anything of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining kittens &amp;amp; puppies, wonder if it'll be like this on 1st day of Raya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I notice that ma blog has been very wordy lately, no pictures. Perhaps it's time for a change? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hmm... anyway, wishing all muslims, Selamat Hari Raye kepada semua..Kaum kerabat, sahabat handai, datuk nenek moyang, cucu cicit, saudara mara, dan keturunan-keturunan yg sewaktu dengannya....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1485974311988122335?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1485974311988122335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1485974311988122335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1485974311988122335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1485974311988122335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahahayanni-yanni.html' title='Hahaha...Yanni.... Yanni!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2395759637532118591</id><published>2007-10-06T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:23:28.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So I'm Watching Her Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And So I'm Watching Her Sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's this peaceful, serene &amp;amp; innocent angel when she sleeps. But when she'a awake, it's a whole lot of different story... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's that time of da week again when I take ma kid home for da weekend. I'm supposed to bring her to ma aunt's nearby for a break-fast session with da rest (break fast, not breakfast ah...) but she slept before I could get her ready to go there. Now I wonder how I'm gonna put her in bed tonite. She's got a tendency to sleep very late if she naps during the evening or afternoon. And she's a quite a handful. Sham was here for da nite... he's gone home so there's no one to help me wake her up. He's quite good at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;AND how to go there when she's asleep? At least she could play with ma nieces/nephews when she's there :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Should shut down da comp &amp;amp; give her da wakey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Baybee, thanks again for da black &amp;amp; silver kebaya u bought for me for Raya. U're da first guy who can really help me choose ma clothes. U know ma tastes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Love da kebaya &amp;amp; new earrings u bought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Love Atikah &amp;amp; Shameer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2395759637532118591?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2395759637532118591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2395759637532118591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2395759637532118591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2395759637532118591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-im-watching-her-sleep.html' title='And So I&apos;m Watching Her Sleep.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-948762907309495856</id><published>2007-10-04T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:30:17.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Reason being me not blogging is I am so frustrated with things lately... it probably doesn't hurt da pple around me but still I think I can do with some Anger Management class (if there's any at all in this country). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Or even a long vacation in Hougang Chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm so tired I can't wait to go home now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-948762907309495856?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/948762907309495856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=948762907309495856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/948762907309495856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/948762907309495856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/10/angst.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-4354720077873046234</id><published>2007-09-28T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:13:23.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things U Probably Do Or Don't Know About Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Things U Probably Do Or Don't Know About Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) I don't give out ma MSN addy to just any Tom, Dick or Harry. I seldom log in anyway &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I normally just chat with ma friends/relatives or ma boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) Ppl who walk next to me will complain that they are all tired out- I walk too fast all da time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even ma boyfriend is complaining. Sorry... sorry. (Too bad I can't kick literally kick maself..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Ma insomnia can get really horrendous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) I look sleepy most of da time that I depend on ma mascara way too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) I forgive easily (though I know sometimes it's being taken for granted).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) On the other hand, I can be so cranky in da mornings that u wish u've never met me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) I dream of working from home &amp;amp; save maself from da misery of jostling with smelly crowds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on the MRT 1st thing in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) I smell good almost all da time &amp;amp; I'm really not lying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) I used to get a lot of chatbox hatemails at ma old blog cos ppl didn't like ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;apparently-harsh writing style (and it has mellowed down as ma old readers hopefully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can see).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) If there's anything that ma kid inherited from me, it's being a tv addict, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hating girls' toys and... oh, she has ma nose &amp;amp; lips :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) I preferred He-Man, Transformers, Carebears, ma cherished Smurfs &amp;amp; Legos- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dismantled da heads of too many Barbies till ma mum finally gave it up *triumphant smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) I still get stomachaches when I'm too nervous :S .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) Sometimes I download too many evergreens, I feel almost too 'nostalgic' at 24.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14) I'm a (fashionable) cheapskate. Most branded stuffs were gifts so why bother..? o_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) I'm studying some HTML online maself. Which makes me wonder how I'm gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;keep up cos ma memory has da lifespan of... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16) I finally stopped ma nail-gnashing habit 9 years ago by regularly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;painting ma nails so that I wouldn't have da heart to bite 'em pretty nails off (ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;greatest achievement in abolishing a bad habit so far...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17) It's so weird how I can really tolerate hot weathers but have such low threshold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for cold offices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18) I'm approachable even though ma face says otherwise, in public. So I won't bite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19) To Sham: I've got too many brown tops in ma wardrobe. So don't gimme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;any brown outfits for ma birthday mmkay baybee? (Hmm.. I don't mind brown bottoms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20) Lastly, don't speak to me too slowly or beat about da bush cos I get irritated by that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quite easily. Oh well... maybe it's becos I'm just loud &amp;amp; impatient or something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mmkay I was actually bored in office but now I'm handed a task that I gotta complete asap. Blog layta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(And Mel if u see this, don't forget to bring ur cam on ur last day of work for some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;old times' sake photography wokey?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-4354720077873046234?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/4354720077873046234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=4354720077873046234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4354720077873046234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4354720077873046234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/20-things-u-probably-do-or-dont-know.html' title='20 Things U Probably Do Or Don&apos;t Know About Me.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-321086379972508936</id><published>2007-09-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:35:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma New Hp Number...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ma New Hp Number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;+65 93893646&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;What a nice number, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, ARE U MAAAD? I'm just kidding. I'm not up to invite stalkers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this in Friendster Bulletin &amp;amp; I thought it's rather fun, not to mention as if like I don't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;more important things to do :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;Put the number representing what you&lt;br /&gt;are depending on the question. At the&lt;br /&gt;end it will look like a phone number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;first put a +6593&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Here's your new digits:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1st number, put what you are&lt;br /&gt;1- gay&lt;br /&gt;2- taken&lt;br /&gt;3- single and what ever happens,&lt;br /&gt;happens&lt;br /&gt;4- single&lt;br /&gt;5- secret&lt;br /&gt;6- single but like someone&lt;br /&gt;7- taken and confused&lt;br /&gt;8- single and unavailable&lt;br /&gt;9- have lost all hope&lt;br /&gt;0- single confused the fcuk of&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;2nd number, put your current Mood&lt;br /&gt;1- Nervous&lt;br /&gt;2- Bored&lt;br /&gt;3- Confused&lt;br /&gt;4- Just fine&lt;br /&gt;5- SADDDD&lt;br /&gt;6- Hyper&lt;br /&gt;7- Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;8- Angry&lt;br /&gt;9- Tired&lt;br /&gt;0- Happy&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;3rd number is The color of your shirt&lt;br /&gt;1- Black&lt;br /&gt;2- Pink&lt;br /&gt;3- Red&lt;br /&gt;4- Orange&lt;br /&gt;5- Blue&lt;br /&gt;6- Green&lt;br /&gt;7- Yellow&lt;br /&gt;8- Brown&lt;br /&gt;9- White&lt;br /&gt;0- Other&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4th Number is the month you were born&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;1- jun.aug&lt;br /&gt;2- march&lt;br /&gt;3- feb&lt;br /&gt;4- jul&lt;br /&gt;5- jan&lt;br /&gt;6- april&lt;br /&gt;7- dec.&lt;br /&gt;8- Oct.nov&lt;br /&gt;9- may.&lt;br /&gt;0- sept.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;5th Number is your Favorite Color&lt;br /&gt;1- Black&lt;br /&gt;2- White&lt;br /&gt;3- Pink&lt;br /&gt;4- Blue&lt;br /&gt;5- Green&lt;br /&gt;6- Red&lt;br /&gt;7- Orange&lt;br /&gt;8- Yellow&lt;br /&gt;9- Purple&lt;br /&gt;0- Other&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Last number is your Sign&lt;br /&gt;1- Aries&lt;br /&gt;2- Virgo&lt;br /&gt;3- Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;4- Cancer&lt;br /&gt;5- Leo&lt;br /&gt;6- Taurus&lt;br /&gt;7- Libra&lt;br /&gt;8- Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;9- Gemini or Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;0- Scorpio or Pisces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So, that's how I got ma 'new number', &lt;strong&gt;+65 93893646&lt;/strong&gt; . And I happen to think that it's a really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;well-put number. Haha. Try it. For those stupidos who think it MIGHT just be ma real number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;go on dial it. &lt;em&gt;Nanti ada BANGLA answer...&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/15611697-321086379972508936?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/321086379972508936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=321086379972508936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/321086379972508936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/321086379972508936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/ma-new-hp-number.html' title='Ma New Hp Number...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6160401468066458850</id><published>2007-09-24T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:56.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Going For Any Vacation In Dec?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Going For Any Vacation In December?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wish u have something fun, not 'indoorsy' activity to do? Wish it's something different from your normal activities? Nothing in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then RUN YOUR OWN RACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporemarathon.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113681641958309170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RvdyXCNcfTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_XVe7vcz8Kc/s320/sm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or widen your social network by being &lt;a href="http://www.singaporemarathon.com/en/volunteers/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;volunteers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Many positions for you to role play &amp;amp; get that first-hand experience at :). Rope in your buddies or family... da more da merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who guessed correctly, yup, this will be da thing that will keep me busy at work towards December, like I mentioned before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Click on da logo to take a look at da highlights of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Interested peeps may email me personally at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:antique.rose@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;antique.rose@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@singaporemarathon.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;info@singaporemarathon.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (ma colleague will assist u) for further enquiries. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do take care not to miss out da &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FAQs&lt;/span&gt; on da website cos most of the answers to your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;questions are there ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;UPDATE: REGISTRATION FOR RUNNERS ARE NEARLY CLOSED WITH LESS THAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;500 SLOTS LEFT SO HURRY! VOLUNTEER REGISTRATION WILL STILL BE UP TILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FURTHER NOTICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR DA SUPPORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-6160401468066458850?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6160401468066458850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6160401468066458850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6160401468066458850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6160401468066458850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-going-for-any-vacation-in-dec.html' title='Not Going For Any Vacation In Dec?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RvdyXCNcfTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/_XVe7vcz8Kc/s72-c/sm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1325429282857680649</id><published>2007-09-15T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:45:08.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Things I Want To Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just Some Things I Want To Say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hurgh. I'm feeling so, &lt;em&gt;FRIED... &lt;/em&gt;do not believe da deceiving pictures of maself that I put up on here (hehehehh...). I mean, as we speak I look like totally washed-out. Bad hair days, even though already straightened, bad skin, baaaaad eye-rings, bad mood swings, bad &lt;em&gt;everything...&lt;/em&gt; when will I return to normal? The only reason I can come up with seems to be da late nights I've been keeping for da past one month. Now it's taking a toll on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No Pictures, no Gossips... no nuthin'. Hope I don't sound so boring by the end of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've not been talking about work in a very long while... I guess there's nuthin' really much to say except for that I hope the BIG EVENT in Dec turns out well... sure there'll be some glitches but I hope we won't be subjected to a major &lt;em&gt;screamage&lt;/em&gt; (is that even in da dictionary?) by our bosses. Had fun photoshooting with ma colleagues last afternoon... u'll see what I'm talking about some time layta ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum's crazy call tickled me big time just now at dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Why haven't u called me in such a long while?? Have u became very rich all of a sudden?! Or were u dead &amp;amp; risen up from da dead &amp;amp; that's why u could answer my call only NOW???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hm. Sounds THICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But that's ma mum for u. I'm quite used to da choice of words she uses :). No offence taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's furious I didn't bring ma kid over for 2 weekends. So... I guess I'm gonna have to drag maself to her place first thing after fetching Cabbage Patch layta. Gosh, da 2room flat is simply cramped. I dunno what to do once I'm there cos ma daughter will be ignoring me like, totally &amp;amp; play with her grandparents &amp;amp; her toys... bucketfuls of toys. Tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And one word for ma beloved Sham. Patience, dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know u're frustrated with everything for da past 2 weeks. I miss u too, but there's nuthin' much that we can do rite now since we're both so busy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold on there mmkay... just hold on to me. I will come see u soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aite, I'm trying SUPER HARD not to nod off in front of da screen. I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1325429282857680649?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1325429282857680649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1325429282857680649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1325429282857680649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1325429282857680649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-some-things-i-want-to-say.html' title='Just Some Things I Want To Say...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-1042970033330606198</id><published>2007-09-12T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:47:10.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List For Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zangygraphics.com/other/651a350bce17a462df48fc6f84bd0ac3BCthingtodo0103.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come 12am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Fasting Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to all muslims around da world...!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Semoga kamu sabar dan tabah mengalami kelaparan ya... haha ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uh, mmkay I know that sounds like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OK... seriously, at last da holy month is here again :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Selamat menjalani ibadah puasa kepada semua umat Islam...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wish u people all da best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-1042970033330606198?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/1042970033330606198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=1042970033330606198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1042970033330606198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/1042970033330606198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-do-list-for-today.html' title='To-Do List For Today?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-4492151374809275762</id><published>2007-09-10T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:56.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Survive... WILL I Survive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will Survive... WILL I Survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSD8HJYHLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y4qD7gSk9qs/s1600-h/DSC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSFd3JYHMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A30XJ3gLS68/s1600-h/DSC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108354625410964674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSFd3JYHMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A30XJ3gLS68/s320/DSC00290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First I was afraid, I was petrified&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learned how to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so you're back from outer space&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have changed my stupid lock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;should have made you leave your key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had known for just one second&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'd be back to bother me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as long as i know how to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I will stay alive, I've got all my life to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got all my love to give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'll survive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will survive....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words from da song kept weaving in &amp; out of ma head in da car... on da way to a night out with da girls. Ok it is meant to be a motivational song kind of thing but I still wasn't feeling better. And still are. Ugh. For da life of me, I dunno why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. Despite what da lyrics may suggest, I'm not going through a break-up *bemused smile*... it's not really PMS either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Da culprit is somewhere out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WILL I survive this emotional rollercoaster?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I guess I have forgiven him... as much as he could forgive me for ma past mistakes. If he could be magnanimous, why can't I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As we speak, I'm also wrestling with Blogger. Everything's effing slow. Changed ma layout again lately cos it just wouldn't open up even in ma IE. I don't like this new layout that much. It is too plain so I added snowflakes. Lame with a big &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;. Even with this simple layout da page's still lagging. Ma apologies if u experienced that too while visiting ma page. We'll just have to wait it out &amp;amp; see if it improves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I even contemplated shutting down ma blog cos I was too pissed off. Pray that it won't happen. For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; Enlarged ma stupid banner. Hope this looks better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-4492151374809275762?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/4492151374809275762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=4492151374809275762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4492151374809275762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4492151374809275762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-will-survive-will-i-survive.html' title='I Will Survive... WILL I Survive?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSFd3JYHMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A30XJ3gLS68/s72-c/DSC00290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8618563128529423685</id><published>2007-09-05T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T04:59:09.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.P.D Is What I Call It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.P.D Is What I Call It (And I'm Not Talking About Power Rangers)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What made me post this only now, I dunno. Maybe a short msn convo with ma old-net-pal just now, Lynette Hayden, made me put this up. Juz take it as a post-lunchtime light-hearted news, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lynette, an aussie pal of mine catered a &lt;strong&gt;speed-dating function&lt;/strong&gt; about 2 years ago at some jazzy-ish bar here. Don't bother to ask me where... I obviously forget already rite. Being bored at home when Cabbage Patch's at ma mum's, I decided to get ma lazy ass off ma couch &amp; finally watch her at work for da 1st time while helping a bit at da sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been a really interesting lesson in the etiquette of dating, among other things. In terms of people-watching, it was a fascinating program &amp;amp; a real eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it was like a really bad telemovie that u juuust had to finish watching even though u're cringing, really cringing. There were about 100 people crammed into da bar. Some were expat aussies here as well... it was for people 36 and under, but there were people there who might have lied a little about their age. She made some different food, mainly cos she wanted to make something different to da norm. Where was she going with da food? U'll see. She had a white bean dip and a white bean and sun dried tomato and white bean dip on melba toasts. People were wary of eating these as the dips had garlic in them. Those that didn't think they were going to picked-up, let alone get a pash that night, had no issues with eating garlic. (Mental note; avoid serving food with garlic in it on future speed dating or dating-related events). Really at the end of da night she didn't care as long as da platters came back empty. But it was interesting nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know your eating habits really say a lot about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there were people who followed da platters of food around da bar. Not a good sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was one individual who grabbed a handful of lamb and mint meatballs. A &lt;em&gt;handful&lt;/em&gt; mind u, and dipped them in the sauce and proceeded to eat them. Greed is never a good impression, especially on a first date. Ladies, u don't have to eat like a mouse, but grabbing a handful of meatballs is best left in the privacy of your own home if at all - No matter how tasty da meatballs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched someone talk themselves up. U know successful, worked overseas on Wall Street. Ordered the &lt;em&gt;cheapest drink&lt;/em&gt; on the menu. Stop it, lah&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; haha.&lt;em&gt; Are u for real? &lt;/em&gt;U wanna impress a girl, at least keep up the facade of being wealthy until da third date. Showing her how tight u are with money while trying to get a date with her will leave u alone at da bar. I think this about sums up the night - when there are 99 other single people there and u are eyeing off da people who work at da bar counter.... &lt;em&gt;betul2 nya cuci mata&lt;/em&gt;. We were happy cos da platters really came back empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... anyone have any tips for the single and dateless? What could they have done to add another fone number to their moby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zangygraphics.com/picture.php?c=heart&amp;n=16"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 215px" height="329" src="http://zangygraphics.com/heart/be0260995f150fb5571aaa93a7ab649000c4e791eac4e7effecd4bdc62fe421d.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;By da way... S.P.D is Speed-Dating. Like duhrr... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-8618563128529423685?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8618563128529423685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8618563128529423685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8618563128529423685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8618563128529423685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/spd-is-what-i-call-it.html' title='S.P.D Is What I Call It'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-5405560797517289975</id><published>2007-09-02T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Lina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Lina!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rtp5jHJYHKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sZR28p_L6FY/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105526771698637986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" height="328" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rtp5jHJYHKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sZR28p_L6FY/s320/DSC02552.JPG" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'd like to congrat an old friend of mine, Lina for passing da first round of interview for da Cabin Crew position for the Emirates Airlines *wide grin*. U're nearly there... another 2 rounds of interview to go. So u bet I'm gonna pray for u :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Took this picture of her to submit to da interviewers. Looks damn fine doesn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;By da way, I've finished making &lt;a href="http://lynnmasio.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;her layout&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as requested. Banner-wise... it doesn't really look neat but I guess it's rather ABSTRACT. I meant to do it that way cos I haven't seen anyone with that sort of banner on their blogs. I hope u like it, Lina. I might want to log back in &amp; improve on it though.&lt;em&gt; Kalau net kau dah ok &amp;amp; kau tak blog, aku jotos-jotos kau! &lt;/em&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/th_final2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Her blog banner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To start it off, I pinched one of her pics from her Friendster. This particular pic looks unique to me, a pic of her lying on her front in a red &amp; bright blue bikini with a guy drawing a false tattoo on her back. To make her banner less provocative-looking, I had her picture solarized &amp;amp; made other necessary changes to make it look sporty &amp; fun. Layout colours were done according to da colours of her bikini. Personally I think it's hot. So please do drop your feedback or layout tips if u guys have any. Though I'm quite satisfied with da result, this is da 1st layout I made for somebody &amp;amp; I still have a lot to learn, see..? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated:&lt;/strong&gt; Sham told me that Lina's layout looks &lt;em&gt;retardedly &lt;/em&gt;left-aligned from his screen. Does anyone else have this problem? Her layout looks just fine on ma side. (Browser, IE. I'm not sure about Safari... but it's not Firefox-friendly).&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/15611697-5405560797517289975?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/5405560797517289975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=5405560797517289975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5405560797517289975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5405560797517289975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/09/congrats-to-lina.html' title='Congratulations Lina!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rtp5jHJYHKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sZR28p_L6FY/s72-c/DSC02552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8331144765775956060</id><published>2007-08-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:58.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Untitled (Yada Yada Yada). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zangygraphics.com/picture.php?c=quotes&amp;n=100"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSHMXJYHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MGtUj1pjhMg/s1600-h/pic53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108356523786509522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSHMXJYHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MGtUj1pjhMg/s320/pic53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;would usually name ma posts. But as for now I'll just put it as Yada Yada Yada. Yup, the Yada Yada Yada post. &lt;em&gt;Jaaadilah daripada takde title langsung.&lt;/em&gt; Probably cos I've been feeling so LEMAU of late. Meaning? Slow &amp; stale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I just miss Sham &amp;amp; Cabbage Patch too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just wish that it's not just da weekends that I get to see her. I just wish that Sham isn't so busy with his relocating. Yup... from Bedok hIs family moves to Tamp. But after work last Friday, he sent me packed food from home, a bottle of Ribena, cream crackers, Ayam Brand Chilli Tuna &amp; another canned chicken curry when he knew I'd run out of groceries. Really shouldn't have gone to that extent la baybee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was here da weekend before last, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;... just us having a cosy dinner on a rainy evening at ma living room, cuddling on da sofa, me lying on his chest, doing our dvd-marathonia thing... *sigh*. I can see he's putting more effort to make time for me.. I'm returning back da favour by being reasonable, told him if it's a really mammoth task over there it's ok if he can't meet me. He said he'd rush to unpack da things at his new house so that he could spend time with me, but I don't see da need for him to over-exert. As it is, his job at da warehouse is already energy-draining. He's one hell of a sweet guy... I can have diabetes without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cabbage patch, I miss her so much that yesterday I had to ask Yan to call me becos I longed to hear her voice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;I still feel unsatisfied with ma new layout... hmmm. BUT I better come up with da final company logo for Dean before something else occupies me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rs7e83JYHJI/AAAAAAAAADw/z8tlhcM82JA/s1600-h/1_520326769l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102260565034146962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rs7e83JYHJI/AAAAAAAAADw/z8tlhcM82JA/s320/1_520326769l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Night at Punggol End last week. Sheela, Dean, Hasan &amp; his sis... and me. Beautiful scenery &amp;amp; nice seabreeze, though a tad boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/15611697-8331144765775956060?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8331144765775956060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8331144765775956060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8331144765775956060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8331144765775956060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RuSHMXJYHNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/MGtUj1pjhMg/s72-c/pic53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-8306853290947889833</id><published>2007-08-21T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:08:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Ma Hands On Logos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying Ma Hands On Logos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Before I go on writing about this post, I have to say... da fireworks outing (see previous post) went great. Haven't transferred da pics to ma PC though. Ma 5300 broke down finally, and da current moby I'm using is way too cumbersome for things like that. Will come back to that one later on :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm trying ma hands on logo-designing. Still an amateur... but I'm quite enjoying it. A gd friend of mine has just started his own interior design company &amp; they don't have a company logo for their letterhead, yet. So I'm giving him some ideas on that. I'm categorising them under Classic, Futuristic, Formal, and Fun. So u guys guess which is which?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_HJYHEI/AAAAAAAAADI/N-4_0DKU5C0/s1600-h/modern+concept5e.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_nJYHFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rTzdm9RYFB4/s1600-h/modern+concept4e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068741674277970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_nJYHFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rTzdm9RYFB4/s320/modern+concept4e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_nJYHGI/AAAAAAAAADY/OzwN1vVPBp8/s1600-h/modern+concept3e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068741674277986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_nJYHGI/AAAAAAAAADY/OzwN1vVPBp8/s320/modern+concept3e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_3JYHHI/AAAAAAAAADg/QlnD-ThZNq8/s1600-h/modern+concept2e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068745969245298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_3JYHHI/AAAAAAAAADg/QlnD-ThZNq8/s320/modern+concept2e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_3JYHII/AAAAAAAAADo/SVgzNAxIbbE/s1600-h/modern+concept1e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068745969245314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_3JYHII/AAAAAAAAADo/SVgzNAxIbbE/s320/modern+concept1e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_HJYHEI/AAAAAAAAADI/N-4_0DKU5C0/s1600-h/modern+concept5e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101068733084343362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_HJYHEI/AAAAAAAAADI/N-4_0DKU5C0/s320/modern+concept5e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This last design is ma friend's personal favourite. Surprisingly, this was also da last design I made before I got really tired &amp; ran out of ideas &amp;amp; "ilham" (inspiration) for da night :D. But when I review it again, I think da INTERIOR DESIGN wording looks a little kiddy-ish for da font. So... we gonna work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A logo can't just look good on print.What u see, isn't really what u get. Meaning, we have to consider whether da fonts we use are clearly visible on da letterhead, as well as on da namecard, as we all know by now, logos can look very small on namecards. Logos, with careful art &amp;amp; planning, could make a big impression on (especially) a new company...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheh deh bah... macam paham je aku ni. But what I said made sense right? Right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe I will make more logos tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And to Lina (I can't BELIEVE how many Linas there are in ma life), if u see this, I think I have to go come over to make your layout for u... show u around things too. Just wait for ma call.&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/15611697-8306853290947889833?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8306853290947889833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8306853290947889833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8306853290947889833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8306853290947889833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/08/trying-ma-hands-on-logos.html' title='Trying Ma Hands On Logos...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rsqi_nJYHFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rTzdm9RYFB4/s72-c/modern+concept4e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-7147860552947842402</id><published>2007-08-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T05:54:28.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Excited About Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm Excited About Tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;It's cabbage patch's 4th birthday tomorrow... how time really flies. We're taking her to see da fireworks. Define &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;? Not me &amp; sham, but me &amp;amp; Yan. Maybe I'm a little nervous about that. Cos we have not spent time together in a long while. And no, I'm not getting back with ma ex-husband. I'm only trying to make little Atikah happy by spending time together with her &lt;em&gt;parents&lt;/em&gt;. Me, &amp; her &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; father. Can u imagine, it would be da best birthday present for her, being able to spend her birthday with us, like a happy &amp;amp; complete family? And I've asked Sham... as I expected, he doesn't mind if it's for ma daughter's sake. Thanks for your understanding hunney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I guess this may raise a few little controversies. Whatever it could be, ma main purpose is to make cabbage patch happy &amp; I have to be professional about this. Can't let things of da past between Yan &amp;amp; me affect ma happy moments with ma daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 4th Bithday, Nurul Atikah Md Soffian... mummy will always love u &amp;amp; pray for da best for u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And Yan, thanks for including me in Ikah's birthday plan. U don't know how much this means to me.&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/15611697-7147860552947842402?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/7147860552947842402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=7147860552947842402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7147860552947842402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7147860552947842402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-im-excited-about-tomorrow.html' title='So I&apos;m Excited About Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-587728200928102344</id><published>2007-08-10T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:33:42.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=79976770&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; 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Her carefree-ness would somehow rub off on me. I'd feel relaxed &amp; de-stressed just to hear her laugh &amp;amp; chasing a ball... kinda strange huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Slideshow may take some time to load. Or, u can click to 'View All Images'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And yes, that's da huge playground I mentioned where ma cousin stay. Unfortunately, they're tearing down da mushroom houses :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SAVE DA SMURFS FROM BEING HOMELESS!!&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/15611697-8093031940743147168?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/8093031940743147168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=8093031940743147168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8093031940743147168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/8093031940743147168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_10.html' title='Ma Hearbeat At Play...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-5499078017178878127</id><published>2007-08-06T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:41:08.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticking time bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ticking Time Bomb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever i wonder if it's really worth it, I always psyche maself up saying it's gonna get better. But will it, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it sounds vague... considering that I don't blog for quite some time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And eventually.... heal. When da worst comes.&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/15611697-5499078017178878127?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/5499078017178878127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=5499078017178878127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5499078017178878127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5499078017178878127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/08/ticking-time-bomb.html' title='Ticking time bomb'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3658080234480672761</id><published>2007-06-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:00.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost Ma Burn Book...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I Lost Ma Burn Book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reflecting back to da times when I was a teenager compared to now... loads have changed. In particular, maself. I used to hold grudges a hell lot. Any disservice people do to me, I felt like I would always remember it till da day I die &amp; would blacklist &amp;amp; 'cross' da individual completely... if u'd seen Mean Girls, u should know about da Burn Book &amp; da purpose of it. I had that book kept inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082143078638143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="85" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RodmNCPvx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/o1R6oIpw5nU/s320/images.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, I can barely make any grudges I felt... last. Even if I'm pissed with someone, memories of da good times we used to have will flood back into ma thoughts, ending up with me trying to find ma own fault as to what went wrong.I don't deny that there are indeed people out there who's always up to no good, or people who always take advantage of da plight of others... but why do I always look for da good in people &amp; not da bad? Am I turning into a moron of some sort, or am I just maturing? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sham had told me I'm too naive &amp;amp; soft-hearted towards people who don't deserve it. I dunno why... I just can't hate people forever.One thing I still don't get it though. While I'm maturing, why is it still easy to forgive but not to completely forget? Not forget as in, like grudge, but to TOTALLY forget that it ever happened so that it can't hurt me? I don't really care how people feel about me. Whether they like or dislike me. I'm just thankful that Sham's belief in me has been unwavering for da past 1 year or so. Da day he stops doing that I reckon will be da day ma heart stops beating too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You're probably frustrated, thinking, "Whaad? This girl is beating about da bush (AGAIN)." But I guess I don't need to spell everything out. What I've said in here, is da gist of what happened, and how I feel at the end of it, although I don't exactly pinpoint da problems or persons involved. It's enuff for me just to express it in this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-3658080234480672761?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3658080234480672761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3658080234480672761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3658080234480672761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3658080234480672761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-lost-ma-burn-book.html' title='I Lost Ma Burn Book...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RodmNCPvx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/o1R6oIpw5nU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3935590238033959962</id><published>2007-06-29T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:46:27.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goyang Kepala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goyang Kepala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goyang Kepala Case No 1:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I just can't stop shopping for ma 5300 moby handphone casing/strap/pearls! Just what da FISH is wrong with me?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goyang Kepala Case No 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Ma moby rings. An old friend of mine was calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Heeee! Guess what I found?" she said excitedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Whaad..?" I answered moodily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Kau tahu Ratna (&lt;em&gt;what ma old friends know me as&lt;/em&gt;) ! Tadi aku nampak ada BAPOK kerja kat Cheers!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Asal tak boleh lak? Ok pe..! Makan beras nasi kat rumah kau kape?" I answered with ma usual snide note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But only to people who are kay-poh enuff to trigger it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Pause...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then she wanted to hang up on da pretext of having an incoming call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please, stop it lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not taking that seriously, I can take &amp; make cruel jokes, but I don't discriminate people like bapoks (tranvestites).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do u know that u can depend on them to understand problems from &lt;em&gt;both&lt;/em&gt; girls' &amp;amp; guys' point of view?&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/15611697-3935590238033959962?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3935590238033959962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3935590238033959962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3935590238033959962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3935590238033959962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/06/goyang-kepala.html' title='Goyang Kepala'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3551371382725317933</id><published>2007-06-23T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:00.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby It's You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just when I thought I'd risen up... I fell again. But it's always becos of u, Sham, that I will always pick maself up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;U've been there a million times, though I've given up on maself a million times. Will there be a day when u'll stop toughing it out with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I swear to u I didn't mean whatever I said this morning on da phone. At least ma heart knows it ain't true. But I just thought of what is da best for you... and u said, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though it's not easy to &lt;em&gt;cure&lt;/em&gt; me, but with u as ma pillar of strength, I promise I will try ma utmost best to struggle &amp; drag maself out of this mud I'm in. And I promise that no matter what people say about me, I will still be da girl you used to know &amp;amp; won't try to change maself just to please everybody else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baybee, I apologise for any hurtful word I may have said to u. Thank u for always lifting me up &amp; loving me da way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a hell of trying moments... but da day we have been waiting for is finally coming closer. Happy 1st Anniversary sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hope u like your brand new wallet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075560107117069922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RnADBqTbRmI/AAAAAAAAACY/w9ynBR6RjkA/s320/cayang+dier.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/15611697-3551371382725317933?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3551371382725317933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3551371382725317933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3551371382725317933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3551371382725317933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-its-you.html' title='Baby It&apos;s You...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RnADBqTbRmI/AAAAAAAAACY/w9ynBR6RjkA/s72-c/cayang+dier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-7227756986093796205</id><published>2007-06-13T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:54:28.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Great Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What A Great Month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Working with uncoorperative people- taxing. Seeing ma room like a tornado had just run through it &amp; knowing that I don't have da time nor energy to clean it up- stressful. Looking at ma depleting ezlink whenever I tap it to work or anywhere- big &lt;em&gt;SIGH.&lt;/em&gt; Knowing that ma kid's no longer here everyday when I need hugs from her- depressing. Knowing that Sham &amp;amp; I are busy and da fact that we can only meet up once a week or even once every 2 weeks- &lt;em&gt;dammit. &lt;/em&gt;Last minute plans from friends that keep cropping up- 'priceless'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And who said living alone is fun? Freedom, yes. But after a while u'll know what it feels like to come home to an empty space day in day out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need a new hobby... but what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Strums fingers...*&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/15611697-7227756986093796205?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/7227756986093796205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=7227756986093796205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7227756986093796205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7227756986093796205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-great-week.html' title='What A Great Week.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6690941702643018370</id><published>2007-06-02T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:00.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Things On Ma Mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Some Things On Ma Mind...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry if u guys think ma last po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;st went bonkers or something. I'm not sure if becos of B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;logger, or it's becos of da bubblewrap thing I put here 2 posts ago. Something's wrong with da last post I wrote. It shows up on da preview... but actually appears blank when I go to the actual website :(. If it's Blogger, they'd better buck up! Just to be on da safe side though, I replaced da bubblewrap with just a link... who knows it might have slowed down ma site somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that Sham is back from Malaysia. I still can't forget this cute sms he sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Awak tgh uat apa? Me ngah see org main kompang.Btw saya kat sini jadi penderma yang baik hati pada nyamuk. Banyak seh time maghrib. Next time kita gi k?So kita leh jadi blood donors. Miss u. Don't sleep too late k sayang. Takut esok awak penat..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strangely, da next day I dreamt he lost his moby. So I called him, 3 times, but apparently his mobile was off. So I was thinking &lt;em&gt;what now...? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RrwME5DS8nI/AAAAAAAAACw/aJRRYAgFjwI/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096962156450214514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RrwME5DS8nI/AAAAAAAAACw/aJRRYAgFjwI/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luckily I managed to reach him when he was on his way back to SG. He bought me 2 doughnuts &amp; chocolate swiss roll for his kuzz to bring back for me... somewhat packed in a Dunkin' Donuts sort of box... what is it? Oh yea... Golden Oven. And it's yummy. Thanks for da thought, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His aunts pac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ked me goodies from da wedding that they attended there too. Thank u guys. Sorry I didn't get to attend da wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's something else. This is dedicated to an old classmate of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F, I wonder how u're doing down there... do take good care of urself aite? I know it's not your fault that u have to go to jail. But like what I've always told u da last time we met up, what goes around... comes back around. I dunno how she could sleep at night knowing that u're ending up like this becos of her &amp;amp; her dad. But they will get their retribution one day... never ever stop believing in urself &amp;amp; God. Choose your friends (or girlfriends) wisely when u get your freedom back mmkay. I've spoken to your mum... your family believes in u. I hope u will get to read this someday. And I certainly hope that u'll reply to ma letter soon. Would love to hear how u're doing. Take care ma dear friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-6690941702643018370?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6690941702643018370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6690941702643018370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6690941702643018370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6690941702643018370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/06/cute-sms-from-him_02.html' title='Just Some Things On Ma Mind...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RrwME5DS8nI/AAAAAAAAACw/aJRRYAgFjwI/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-2122653319574543550</id><published>2007-05-27T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:58:53.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Waster Of Da Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Waster Of Da Month!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love doing this ever since I was probably about... three? Nyahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virtualbubblewrap.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;VIRTUAL BUBBLEWRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;THE BUBBLEWRAP! Now in virtual form... know those plastic bubblewraps that are used to cushion fragile goods in boxes? Whether u're just bored at work, or nervous about something, indulge in THE ULTIMATE TIME WASTER! Pop them using ur cursor now! But if u're at work, mind da boss :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Interesting Fact: How on earth do they get air in da bubblewrap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Wrap manufacturing starts as polyethylene resin, in da form of beads about the size of pea gravel. Da beads go into an extruder - a long cylinder with a screw inside that runs its entire length. As the screw is turned, heat builds up and da resin melts into a liquid that is squeezed out of the cylinder into two stacked sheets of clear plastic film. One layer of the film is wrapped around a drum with holes punched in it, and suction is applied drawing one web of film into the holes that form the bubbles. The second layer of film is then laminated over the first so that when the two films are joined, they stick together and trap the air in the bubbles ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably be a lil' busy to blog next week. So enjoy da bubbles while u all can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-2122653319574543550?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/2122653319574543550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=2122653319574543550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2122653319574543550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/2122653319574543550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-waster-of-da-year.html' title='Time Waster Of Da Month!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6520763357473314263</id><published>2007-05-26T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:01.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Is It Me, Or You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Is It Me, Or You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are all kinds of blog readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, da regular readers. But they do not/rarely comment. Hmm... that's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second, regular readers but regular commentators too. But not neccessarily vocal. Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Third, da 'biscuit' ones. Seen the old advertisement, &lt;em&gt;Now u see 'em, now u don't?&lt;/em&gt; But when they do drop by they'll give u sweet friendly comments. I think that's fine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forth, the regular &amp; sometimes occasional readers that ANONYMOUSLY (or should I put it, c&lt;em&gt;owardly&lt;/em&gt;) comment or email u when they spot any entries that they feel not in their favour. And almost too vocal. They make u think that u should always write about &lt;em&gt;what da public wants to hear, &lt;/em&gt;rather than what NEED to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well da Category Four bug landed in ma email today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To a certain K girl&lt;/strong&gt;; How in da world made u have da darndest conclusion that I'm setting this blog in da 1st place to get attention? Attention??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not even LISTED in the in any freaking website as one of da top blogs! I do not beg people to read it. People will come &amp; go &amp;amp; that is fine with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not intend for ma blog to be high-profiled. Sometimes due to work I don't blog for long periods. I write for me. I write for ma friends who want the updates to ma life. I write about ma pent-up emotions, though I don't really go into in-depth details. I write about some of ma share-worthy experience. Sometimes I write about what da public should know. &lt;em&gt;Constructively, bukan suka-hati mak bapak aku.&lt;/em&gt; Why should I write about what brain-dead people like u &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to hear? U mean bloggers can't have honest opinions? Or do u not recognise humour? I do not even slander people &amp; mention names or worse still, splash their pictures in ma blog &amp;amp; smear ma own name. Ma blog style has changed, there's a lot of difference between ma old Xanga blog &amp; this one. And most importantly, I don't care what u think as long as I do not break major blog rules geddit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna make this a short one; I look very harmless, AND I swear like a sailor in real life. But in this reply to this girl tonight, I choose not to. Let her think for herself, is it me, or is it &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; who's screaming for attention. Oh, by da way, emailing me will not be enuff. I'm not being conceited when I say, try commenting in ma cbox &amp; see what da peeps have to say about your two-cent's worth. Don't be such a cow (ard).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rlhy0ZEu2vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y7wEkWV9FrY/s1600-h/draft2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068927625014991602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="325" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rlhy0ZEu2vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y7wEkWV9FrY/s320/draft2.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;Yeah... yeah. I'm still lyin' here doin' what I do ;)&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-6520763357473314263?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6520763357473314263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6520763357473314263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6520763357473314263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6520763357473314263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-is-it-me-or-you.html' title='So Is It Me, Or You?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rlhy0ZEu2vI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Y7wEkWV9FrY/s72-c/draft2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-5812636237177405746</id><published>2007-05-22T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:01.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Moby's Not Boring Anymore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma Moby's Not Boring Anymore...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now have a lil' addiction to... mobile games *gulp*. Ma 5300 used to be for mp3 listening only, but now it has turned into the ultimate gaming machine too. I used to be amazed at how obsessed Sham is with games, ANY games for all that matter. Moby games... his games on PS2... even Miniclips.com. Even though I'm not as obsessed yet, I can see why now. Time passes very quickly when I try to solve clues in &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives. &lt;/em&gt;Or, I could take it out on ma little virtual opponent in &lt;em&gt;Pool&lt;/em&gt; whenever I'm frustrated. Oh, please don't even bother asking me how many games I had downloaded &amp; try to mentally calculate how many kilobytes I used. I don't have regrets about downloading them but at da moment I don't want to know just how much everything cost! *Covers face*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Games that I downloaded:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asphalt 3.&lt;/span&gt; Hmm. Kind of 3D-ish. Fun, cos I get to play daredevil and race and also bump off da police a lot ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desperate Housewives.&lt;/span&gt; U must be thinking how they develop such a game rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M-I:3.&lt;/span&gt; That's self-explanatory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Midnite Pool.&lt;/span&gt; Duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Midnite Casino.&lt;/span&gt; Also duh. But all casino games in 1. Gd value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miami Nights: Singles In The City.&lt;/span&gt; Where u girls get to play pretend u're an upcoming star. Thought it wud be a great game but it turned out to be BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sudoku.&lt;/span&gt; Greatest mind stimulator. Da champion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;...and another one more, an arcade sort of game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But, DO NOT download if u can't afford it. Tariff &amp; individual charges for each games apply... I think around 6 bucks? Yea... that is why I have stopped for now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And for those of u who guessed, yes, da phone is with Sham rite now, lol. Neway I happened to download most of da games for &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gameloft.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067506364502170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RlNmMJEu2uI/AAAAAAAAACI/XCz-EAqN_Eg/s320/gl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Click on da pic to browse through da webby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-5812636237177405746?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/5812636237177405746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=5812636237177405746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5812636237177405746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5812636237177405746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/ma-mobys-not-boring-anymore.html' title='Ma Moby&apos;s Not Boring Anymore...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RlNmMJEu2uI/AAAAAAAAACI/XCz-EAqN_Eg/s72-c/gl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-4089208893685402495</id><published>2007-05-20T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:09:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Someone Buy Me Chocolate Ice-Cream &amp; Personally Send It To Me, Pleease..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can Someone Buy Me Chocolate Ice-Cream &amp; Personally Send It To Me, Pleease..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise to be a good girl. Really. I won't get hysterical &amp;amp; take it out on u. People have monday blues. But now I'm having a Sunday blue :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nah, I'm not having any relationship problems. He has been uber sweet. Hmm... maybe it's due to da fact that ma daughter is going back this afternoon &amp; I won't get to see her again for another week or so? Da time spent with her always seem so short :(.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's never enuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the other hand, I'm also just sick &amp;amp; tired of jobs that get me nowhere. Sometimes... it feels like I'm doing work for other ppl more than for maself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ma mood just doesn't reflect da cheery Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shucks.... I really feel like like a piece of sh*t. Demoralised is me. Lost, is me too. And this ain't PMS talking. I hope this is just &lt;em&gt;one of those days&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; that it'll be over before I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm waiting for da scorching weather to subside before I bring ma kid down to da playground. Ma kuzz is one lucky girl. Her future children will have a huge playground to play in. Well actually, I've lost count of how many they have here... not counting da mushroom houses which reminds me of Smurfs :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boring post, but yea *shrugs*... I'm not feeling too chirpy rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All I can look forward to rite now is our outback-style 1 year anniversary celebration next month. 25th June 07... here I come.&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/15611697-4089208893685402495?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/4089208893685402495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=4089208893685402495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4089208893685402495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4089208893685402495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-someone-buy-me-chocolate-ice-cream.html' title='Can Someone Buy Me Chocolate Ice-Cream &amp; Personally Send It To Me, Pleease..?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-6087661848436867037</id><published>2007-05-13T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:01.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Muse Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't help but feel a bit tickled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RkbFAg_bUwI/AAAAAAAAABs/2eQwqSs5fa0/s1600-h/55marlboro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063955790178243346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RkbI9g_bUxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uwpymSDYDTA/s320/55marlboro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I mean like where can u find such cig ads in Singapore anymore? Squint your eyes out if u wanna read what it says below on that poster ad. Speaking of which, it has been 3 days since I touched a freaking cigarette. Actually it's becos I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;hehe&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I wasn't feeling well.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;And rite now there is no doubt I'm getting pretty restless. Well ask the old faggot in da poster if u need more verification. Should I try to quit altogether... cold turk? Or should I slow maself down first then eventually quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hmm... that pack of viceroy menthol his aunt bought for me looks tempting. And u know why she bought it for me? Because here where I live they sell it cheap (Viceroy $9.20/9.40, L&amp;M $9.60, Marlboro &amp;amp; Sampoerna 10 dollars ++). But the cons are are more than the pros, I guess. Youngsters will be more encouraged to smoke following da low prices some shops are offering. Don't count on 7-11 though. It's still pricey there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cheap? Well smokers, u wanna know where I'm staying? Eat your hearts out, I'm trying to quit anyway :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I like Glenn Ong's idea on Class 95FM that NEA should punish offenders caught smoking at bus stops by slapping an on-the-spot fine of minimum 500 bucks, OR.... hold on to a giant, bolster-like ciggy &amp; walk around the area for a couple of hours. Isn't that cute?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By da way, a friend of mine has been caught doing it. Not da bolster thing, lah. He kena saman. Like 'kana sai' rite? I may be a smoker, but I'm just trying to be fair. Da key to it has always been consideration, consideration, &amp;amp; consideration. If there's many ppl around, no matter where u are, don't smoke, it's as simple as that. And abide by da rules. Do not smoke in non-designated areas. BUT, non-smokers have to take note too. Don't give us smokers da murderous look &amp; expect not to inhale second-hand smoke when u are in an outdoor restaurant with a designated smoking corner. Just because I smoke &amp;amp; u &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;, doesn't make u da better person ;).&lt;/span&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/15611697-6087661848436867037?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/6087661848436867037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=6087661848436867037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6087661848436867037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/6087661848436867037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/muse-of-day.html' title='Muse Of The Day'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/RkbI9g_bUxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uwpymSDYDTA/s72-c/55marlboro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-5137899972208144524</id><published>2007-05-12T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:02.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers' Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Much Awaited Day For Ma Tribute...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sexiluv2.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="352" src="http://off1.nearbyhome.com/images/sexiluv/mothersDay/mothersDay1.gif" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A mum is God's love in action,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She looks with her heart &amp; feels with her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A mum is the bank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;where her children deposits their worries &amp;amp; hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A mum is the cement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;that keeps her family together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And her love... lasts a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Send this to a good mum today. I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It has been about 4 years since I gave birth to ma only daughter. Da journey to motherhood has not always been smooth, but I'm enjoying every single waking minute of it. I know I didn't spend 15 hours in da delivery suite in vain when I see her smiling up at me whenever she tells me what she has learnt in school. Singing me da songs she sang with her playmates. Wishing me gd night before planting a huge, wet salivary kiss on ma cheek. Hugging me tight whenever there are thunderstorms. Making me silently cry whenever she's ill or in pain. Making me scream whenever she's up to her mischiefs &amp; yet makes me smile again when she apologetically says sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rka3xw_bUuI/AAAAAAAAABc/hMCy2YvGLCM/s1600-h/31282309827787l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063936896617108194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rka3xw_bUuI/AAAAAAAAABc/hMCy2YvGLCM/s320/31282309827787l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm responsible for this little wonder. This little human being that I created, that grew inside of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ma miracle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I'm sure your mums feel da same way about u too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day to all mums in da world... :)&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/15611697-5137899972208144524?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/5137899972208144524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=5137899972208144524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5137899972208144524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/5137899972208144524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/sexy-romantic-glitter-graphics-from.html' title='Happy Mothers&apos; Day!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rka3xw_bUuI/AAAAAAAAABc/hMCy2YvGLCM/s72-c/31282309827787l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3183942668716069259</id><published>2007-05-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:39:40.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Da Troubled Souls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To All Da Troubled Souls...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't cha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;... wish that people would be 99% objective, 1% judgementative?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;... wish that people would try to emphatise, not symphatise, just as easily as u could put urself in their shoes anytime of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;... wish that the&lt;em&gt; jury&lt;/em&gt; would not chant "death sentence" even before you could defend urself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;... wish that it's not so hard to have an uncomplicated life? Unless u're mentally ill, isn't it by default no one's really complicated? It is when our simple needs in life are not being met &amp; life becomes somewhat meaningless, even simple, easily-contented people would &lt;em&gt;turn&lt;/em&gt; complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;... wish to have a quiet, peaceful life free of bothered thoughts &amp;amp; a life surrounded by two-headed snakes? ( No offence to a certain colleague. Maybe I should consider marrying a farmer &amp; milk cows everyday than to work with YOU )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Uh, ok. That probably went a lil' too far. I could choose to live by da sea &amp;amp; hear da sound of waves everyday, not da sound of bucketfuls of cows' milk,&lt;em&gt; rite? &lt;/em&gt;Ok back to da point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;... wish that people would live &amp; let live &amp;amp; let bygones be bygones? Or get on with their own lives without being resentful of what others have that they don't. They all seem to be on their own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing race&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Busy finding clues to da downside of people's lives, constantly wanting to be ahead of the other in more ways than one. *Coughs*...America should seriously consider producing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;The Amazing Retards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Maybe these are all our own ideas of World Peace. Well... even if da chances of it happening is next to none, at least I know some of us still have the halo intact on our heads. It's important to stay grounded &amp; to know where we stand. We must be strong, not be explicitly trusting to people we don't know well... and most importantly stay true to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Cheers to those who are working hard to perservere in this race. And a big hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thoughts of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I really think ma bf should be in that spidey outfit. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#339999;"&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/15611697-3183942668716069259?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3183942668716069259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3183942668716069259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3183942668716069259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3183942668716069259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-all-da-troubled-souls.html' title='To All Da Troubled Souls...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-9170801368128278680</id><published>2007-04-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:03.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What A Hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People must be thinking... wtf, Anna's blog is DEAD. Real dead. But not the owner, definitely. I thought u knew &lt;strong&gt;:0&lt;/strong&gt; ?? Have been taking a looong hiatus from da net (except for the occasional checks on ma Friendster &amp; emails, company email too) &amp;amp; surprisingly, work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well work-wise, not that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life for me, has been rather sedate, but not neccessarily boring. I have been spending ma time reconnecting with long lost friends &amp; ma kuzzins whom I haven't met up with in AGEss. After a long break from da clubbing scene, ma peeps finally managed to drag me to Momo on ma early 24th birthday party (if u'r wondering how LONG was &lt;em&gt;long,&lt;/em&gt; it was 7 mths). Yea, 7 mths, no shit. When I was quite da party animal just over 2 years ago. And it was a delight to find out that a kuzzin I grew up with who got married, happened to get a house near to ma crib, I feel like if I throw a stone it cud fall rite in front of her doorstep (&lt;em&gt;a stone's throw lah katakan...&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was great, really wonderful. I'm glad to have met up with ma old peeps but somehow or another, I don't quite share da love for clubbing no more, thus, if u notice, no clubbing pics like I used to take huh? Furthermore I cudn't be bothered... ma 5300 XpressMusic moby has no flash that I can use in dark places. Lol. As for trying to get maself back to ma family &amp;amp; relatives, well... it isn't as smooth sailing like I thought it would be, but still... I think I'm doing alright, not like the hermit I quite used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dunno if I should even write this. I think even ma ex is trying to be friends with me again. Of late, we have been talking on da phone quite a bit, reflecting on what we did wrong in our marriage, try to think of ways to improve ma daughter's life without us together. (And I had been wondering if we wud &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; be friends again after all da 'catfights' we still had up to da day we actually talked civilisedly) . I hope da communication will last, though we're not thinking of getting back together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have updated everyone in Friendster Bulletin about ma life update, I hope u guys won't think that I'll be closing down ma blog soon, haha... though I very seldom update now, I still make it a point to speak to y'all whenever I can. Through here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And yes, after 9 months, Sham &amp; I ARE still pretty much madly in love now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And a &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; lil' bit spastic at that. &lt;strong&gt;:S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056992013358228146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Ri4LcWw0YrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8D1N3V0oyeU/s320/855936214l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma lil' cabbage patch &amp; Sham&lt;/span&gt; on ma birthday, at ma crib.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ma life is for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056991712710517410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Ri4LK2w0YqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pXK9FYCrJE0/s320/ma+darlings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And also thanks to Shaz, Im, Md Nor, Shidah, Fazz &amp;amp; da three new peeps for making ma birthday a smashin' one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;For da rest of ma new pics, go to ma friendster. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&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/15611697-9170801368128278680?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/9170801368128278680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=9170801368128278680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/9170801368128278680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/9170801368128278680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-hiatus.html' title='What A Hiatus.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Ri4LcWw0YrI/AAAAAAAAABE/8D1N3V0oyeU/s72-c/855936214l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-3616984069092077367</id><published>2007-02-21T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:09:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be dazzled By Da Be-Pimpled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So life can't get any boring-er than this. I have no time for friends, recreation, or even blogging :s. Weird, I know, considering that da friends I know somewhat see me as a social butterfly. But to admit, that is so yesterday. As usual, I'm (still) working ma ass off in the office. And it's already 8.01pm *yawn*... ma work is ongoing and it'll never be finished. Who said being in Accounts Dept is cool..? Hmph. But it isn't that bad. They pay me good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm. Ma mind is in a blank cos I am still trying to remember something regarding ma work. Don't mind da nerd in me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GSxVpXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCYdHJkwOh8/s1600-h/ATT000011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033960164262520178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GSxVpXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCYdHJkwOh8/s320/ATT000011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ma FAMILY PICS... I only have Sham &amp; ma little Cabbage Patch's pics on ma desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GixVpYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CLmmB94zeQU/s1600-h/ATT000041.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033960168557487490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GixVpYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CLmmB94zeQU/s320/ATT000041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Da reports I'm still rushing out. It's near month-end... yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GixVpZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2syj6g2D4Fk/s1600-h/ATT000101.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033960168557487506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GixVpZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2syj6g2D4Fk/s320/ATT000101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dunno why I look so dark. Da office is well-lit. And that pimple. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nampak sah aku stress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hope u peeps are doing well. Will be rite back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&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/15611697-3616984069092077367?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/3616984069092077367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=3616984069092077367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3616984069092077367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/3616984069092077367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2007/02/hola.html' title='HOLA...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ahoPNTHbmK8/Rdw4GSxVpXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SCYdHJkwOh8/s72-c/ATT000011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-7373694764664024787</id><published>2006-11-11T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:20:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Hari Raya Came &amp; Went...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So Hari Raya Came &amp; Went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#666600;"&gt;Well... not really. It ends on da 24th of this month, but to me... there's no Hari Raya-ing anymore rite now. Didn't go visiting that much this year cos of work commitments.... how boring. And today is ma day off, finally... I'm back online for a bit to catch up with everyone &amp;amp; their blogs... lol. And don't laugh at da pathetic number of pics I have. Like I told u, I didn't visit that much peeps this Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5937/1905/320/37062237249857l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Ma siblings, ma kuzzs &amp; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5937/1905/320/hari%20raya.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Org-org giler pose lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5937/1905/320/37683445340345l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#666600;"&gt;GANYUT asking for 'collection'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5937/1905/320/38248823631503l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;In da taxi... Don't we look tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5937/1905/320/37533588141387l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Nice pic of hunney and his sister isn't it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Hmm... told ya, not much I have there.  Ma digicam wasn't working well on that day. So I had to rely on the others'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;And tomorrow I'm back at work. Chet It doesn't feel like an off day today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/15611697-7373694764664024787?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/7373694764664024787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=7373694764664024787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7373694764664024787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/7373694764664024787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-hari-raya-came-went.html' title='So Hari Raya Came &amp; Went...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-4002598697328814993</id><published>2006-10-06T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:16:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long while since I last created a new layout. So here u are. It's much more neater-looking this time with tables on da left side with all ma knick-knacks innit. Sorry though, hunney, (and da rest of u who just go to ma site to play games, bluek ;)! ) Ur Games Room is gone :(. But I'm still trying to figure out how to resize it &amp; once I compile all da games &amp;amp; other interesting stuff, I will create one column just for u to have fun with whenever u visit ma blog mmkay..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sham wants to set up a blog &amp; wants me to design a blog layout for him too. He wants something retro-ish, but that theme is something that I have not learnt to design so far... so sorry again, hunney. I still need more time to look in Yahoo Images, Google images, Deviantart or even Gettyimages for ideas aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna say thanks to da peeps who emailed me &amp;amp; trying to make me feel better about ma daughter :). U don't know how surprised I was by all da response to ma last post. Also to da anonymous person who posted in ma chatbox &amp; OF COURSE, Sham who've always been there all along, even though I'm cranky &amp;amp; untoleratable at times. Thanks dears... I'm so touched. U peeps did make ma day better &amp;amp; easier to cope with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Takes a deep breath*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-4002598697328814993?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/4002598697328814993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=4002598697328814993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4002598697328814993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/4002598697328814993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-116004443364054472</id><published>2006-10-06T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:15:38.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Da Bottom Of A Mother's Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;From Da Bottom Of A Mother's Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Little sweetheart, mummy know u miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy miss u too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy is in pain, but mummy don't know what else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Whenever I send u home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it breaks ma heart to see u cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time spent together too short, I felt I could die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy wish to watch u grow up &amp; take care of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And to be da one who'll always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;each time u graze ur knee in a fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but mummy has a hard life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Please forgive mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do not follow in mummy's footsteps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U deserve so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I could give u a good life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But I was quite wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy knows that u want to be with mummy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but when u grow up, mummy hope u would understand &amp;amp; see da light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and to know that mummy's love for u is unconditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;till da day mummy dies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy know u're a good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Always listen to daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even though u may not know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mummy is always somewhere out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;watching over u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I would give anything &amp; everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to be with u again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And everyday, I love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your sad mummy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anna&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/15611697-116004443364054472?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/116004443364054472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=116004443364054472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/116004443364054472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/116004443364054472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-da-bottom-of-mothers-heart.html' title='From Da Bottom Of A Mother&apos;s Heart.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115979731725211219</id><published>2006-10-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:01:41.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish Ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cherish Ramadhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Twice, I walked around at Geylang Serai but could not find da kebaya I like. Seems strange, but year in and year out, they all looked da same. Same old colours, same old design that I've seen even &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt; before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year has passed, and how life has changed for me. I lost some, I gained some. Dunno what I mean? True, relationship-wise I am happy... but readers who always read this blog knows what I have lost. Or rather, who. Exactly a year ago... I had ma own family. But now it's a whole lot of different story. Ah well, no use talking about da sad past isn't it? I'm really just lamenting about how fast time flies, actually :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite Geylang Serai getting a new look for da stalls there, I still love da good food during Ramadhan. And how I look forward for a nice break-fast meal after a whole day patiently &amp; faithfully fasting. And at night when I sleep... everything seems much more peaceful &amp;amp; quiet. Like totally different from ma normal nights. Don't u notice it urself too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish Ramadhan &amp; it's holy-ness while u can. It only visits us once a year... ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: To ma 'usual suspects', Im, Remmy, Alif, Aziz &amp;amp; Shafa... really can't wait for our Seoul Garden pig-out on da 15th! Yayyy...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/15611697-115979731725211219?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115979731725211219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115979731725211219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115979731725211219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115979731725211219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/10/cherish-ramadhan.html' title='Cherish Ramadhan.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115919168942820019</id><published>2006-09-28T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T21:22:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yum Yum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had these for our break-fast this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/P1010028.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/P1010028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sham, his mak &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And close-up pics of da food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/P1010030.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/P1010030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at da sambal fried fish &amp; crispy prawns! (Too bad, I'm allergic to it... sob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/P1010029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Chicken Supreme Sham and sweet &amp;amp; spicy drums that Sham brought back from work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thanks to Sham's mak for inviting me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;And the aftermath? Two extremely KENYANG (bloated) people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/anna_n_her_baby_ganyut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/24092006045-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/24092006045-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Weird combination of food we have there isn't it? Lol. How about posting pics of your most recent break-fast? Share lah... so I could drool all over ma keyboard. Or puke at da screen if they're yucky looking :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115919168942820019?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115919168942820019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115919168942820019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115919168942820019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115919168942820019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/09/yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115893331526676350</id><published>2006-09-23T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:30:38.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look. No, don't. *Hides face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Look! No, don't. *Hides face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALULAH SAYA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ma new boss... gave me all these *horrified look*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/P1010027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/P1010027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NOT including da handphone lah... that is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aaaarrrgggh. I very &lt;em&gt;paiseh leh&lt;/em&gt; at 1st. Kept grinning when he knew that I'm a smoker &amp; gave me da leaflet at the end of da day... &amp;amp; then two days later, he gave me that dreaded teeth whitening paste that he have never used before. Claimed that he didn't have da patience to use it twice per day, so he passed it to me. Yeah yeah.... like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have da patience ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nah, I'm just messing. I'm excited to try it. Anything that is free... of cos la nice to try, rite?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Thanks very much Mr FT :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna Mohammad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Your Cute Secretary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lol. But seriously, he's a very nice old boss. Cares a lot about his staffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm making use of this fasting month to quit. Brought da cigarrette flavour I hate da most... Viceroy RED. And I'm sharing it with Shafa. We're trying to quit together. One day, only 2 sticks allowed and &lt;strong&gt;no cheating!&lt;/strong&gt; Khekehekhe.... one stick for daytime while at work... another one at nite before going to bed. &lt;em&gt;Lepaskan gian je...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thought of not meeting up with Sham after work... cos we have met almost everyday &amp; I thought he would like to have a rest once in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But he sms-ed me asking me where I'd be going after work, so I innocently replied I'll be headin' straight home. He said "Oh... I see..". So I asked him why, and he asked if I wanted him to pick me up at ma workplace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Silly guy. As if he's wooing me for da first time... He should have just said that he wanted to see me today. Why beat about da bush *grin*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So everything went well in the office today, alhamdulillah... went even better when I knew that he's gonna pick me up for da first time in ma new workplace :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And finally, da day I've been waiting for. SATURDAY. Da day I take ma Cabbage Patch kid home. Looking forward to a nice 'family outing'... all three of us. Till then, have a good day peeps ;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And hunney, please stop peeking over ma shoulder to see what I'm typing. Nice try, but try again. Bluek.&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/15611697-115893331526676350?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115893331526676350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115893331526676350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115893331526676350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115893331526676350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-no-dont-hides-face.html' title='Look. No, don&apos;t. *Hides face*'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115833480521255223</id><published>2006-09-16T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:32:49.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Takde Makna Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/ma_baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Takde Makna&lt;/em&gt; Post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's been a long time since I bought nice new clothes for maself. Hmm... dunno how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Am I kidding maself? I mean, I'm even telling u these trivial things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe I'm turning boring. Boring as in, BOOOOOOOO-RING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope Miss Moody gets better. Soon. Puh-lease. But at least, an update is better than no update. At least I'm telling u what I'm thinking rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm... da Siti &amp; Datuk K thing is wayy too overated. They're also humans like us, rite? I received loads of emails on their pics. But interesting though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I like these pics on Sham's comp. Sweet. &lt;em&gt;Macam style org2 lama posing gitu kat park....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/ma_baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/ma_baby.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/15611697-115833480521255223?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115833480521255223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115833480521255223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115833480521255223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115833480521255223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/09/takde-makna-post.html' title='The Takde Makna Post'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115796550336769552</id><published>2006-09-12T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:05:36.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Less Ordinary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Day Less Ordinary...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;As I'm writing this, I'm thinking, is ma blog turning serious or what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I hope not. Hopefully it's just a phase that'll pass soon. Cos I don't intend for this blog to be too serious or to be an avenue to reveal ma deepest secrets. It's meant to be a public blog after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I woke up this morning... feeling peaceful but still, something was amiss. This feeling has been around for some time. I looked at ma watch, it showed 11.30pm. So late? Oh yeah... I helped out at a &lt;em&gt;kenduri&lt;/em&gt; (a religious prayer session followed by a feast) da night before at Sham's place. Ok, so what actually seemed missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I used to wake up to da sound of little patters of footsteps &amp; kiddy chatters around me. An occasional peck on da cheek or da forehead too... followed by giggles of delight when I opened ma eyes... but now, that's all only just a memory... :( . I have also moved out. This time, for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;For those who've guessed, u're right. I no longer live with ma cabbage patch now. I only see her on weekends. Life is undergoing a lot of changes rite now. Ma divorce was finalised recently, and custody was awarded to her dad. Actually I was da one who gave him da custody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To friends who have strongly voiced their disapproval at ma decision,&lt;/strong&gt; I have nothing more to say. U dunno what's ma situation rite now. I have irregular working hours &amp;amp; it's near impossible for me to take care of her for now... &amp; ma mum has rheumatism, she can't chase after an active kid all da time too. While Yan's ( ma ex) parents are working during da day &amp;amp; they have a car... they could fetch her from school &amp; there will always be someone to watch over her in the evenings. Of course, besides these technical reasons there are delicate ones too. Whatever it is, I only want da best for ma daughter &amp;amp; I want her to have a proper place to live in, &amp; not follow me around moving from house to house. It's just... not ma idea of stability for a 3 year old kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Of course, I know different pple will have different opinion on this matter. But please do not criticise, cos if u're in ma helpless shoes I bet u will do da same too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I miss her everyday. I really do. But I believe every bad things that happened, there's always a reason behind it. Who knows, she may even be raised better by Yan's parents than by us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I have only one thing to look forward to, and that is ma future. At least, I managed to leave a violent marriage &amp;amp; have a chance to start life afresh. And I pray that it's gets better for both me and ma daughter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;And to everyone, before u de-link me I promise u that this blog won't turn too serious mmkay? Lol! (But hey, it's a REAL blog with REAL situations, so if I were to be de-linked just becos of that, I feel that won't be ma loss, but yours).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Sorry if I don't reply in chatbox. I'm blogging this one in da library, chatbox is filtered *shrugs*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115796550336769552?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115796550336769552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115796550336769552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115796550336769552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115796550336769552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-less-ordinary.html' title='A Day Less Ordinary...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115670096044422158</id><published>2006-08-28T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:34:48.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling For  Better Life &amp; Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Struggling For Better Life... &amp; Future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just to make up for the long MIA-ness, I decided to update u peeps just a lil' bit though it's kinda hard for me to be online nowadays ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had been thinking. For some reason, maybe good things have begun to shed some light behind da bad incidences I've been though. Just earlier last week, I was depressed, probably cos of da stress from da 2 jobs I'm holding rite now &amp; da fact that I still ain't got a suitable place for me to rent. Thank God I managed to keep it in check &amp;amp; didn't even lash out ONCE to Sham no matter how frustrated &amp; pent-up I felt. I thank him for always being patient with me &amp;amp; being there whenever I really need him. I'm starting to feel slightly better now. Chris is helping me find a place. We're gonna share da rent. Chris, his colleague &amp; me... we'll all have a room each. I hope we find da perfect place for us soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I felt happy after watching Kak Ina's wedding videos at Sham's place just now. That's his favourite cousin. I dunno why, but I feel it's very heartwarming to see them all happy &amp;amp; smiling, poking fun at one another. I pray his family stays this happy now &amp; always. I really love him a lot &amp;amp; I always want da best for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh forgot to tell u, his comp has been badly hit by virus. That's why u don't see him posting mushies on ma chatbox for now *grin*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry cos I don't have any nice pics to show u peeps rite now. And sorry if I sound a lil' mellow &amp; no antics for the day, lol. Will be back for more action ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115670096044422158?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115670096044422158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115670096044422158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115670096044422158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115670096044422158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/08/struggling-for-better-life-future.html' title='Struggling For  Better Life &amp; Future'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115495710500519533</id><published>2006-08-08T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:28:45.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged *Gasp!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've Been Tagged *Gasp!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;So I've been tagged by Zyzy... haaha. I can do da questionaire...but do not expect me to tag someone else, cos I can't be bothered to *grin*. Tag urself. Urm, I mean, go do da questions urself if u wanna ;). Not that I have &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much time on da net to see everyone's answers anyway... so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Colour: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blue... peachy pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Food: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ayam lemak chilli padi... *slurrp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Song: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many many lah.... uncountable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Movie: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Also many many la... go see ma friendster la (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Sport: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Used to be badminton... now not active anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I'm chillin' with ma Hunney Bear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Favourite Ice Cream: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Peppermint choc chips, chocolate or anything with Oreos in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TV Shows: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lately I'm into Indonesian shows... dunno why huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Taste: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anything goes... not too obiang can already la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Clothes: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rite now? Still in ma khaki blazer, red spaghetti top &amp; jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Desktop: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still da ridiculously bulky monitor but, but black colour lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Toenail Colour: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I painted 'em nude peach. Nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Time: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9.02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Annoyance: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Overworked, but fucking underpaid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Thoughts: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Money money fly away.... haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best Friend: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still ma Hunney Bear :). He's everything rolled into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First Crush: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Urm... ma playground buddy &amp;amp; family friend when I was in kindergarten, can't remember his name though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First Movie: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How da heck am I supposed to remember that &lt;strong&gt;o_0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First Lie: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Rolls eye* READ above, can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First Music: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ma parents used to listen to slow rock a hell lot, so... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Cigarette: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hmm... just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Drink:&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Mirinda Orange at ma workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Car Ride: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do taxis count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Crush: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sham, ma hunney. *Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Phone Call: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sham, and ma lil' sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last CD played: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't play cds...sorry. Last song heard on ma MP3 is da Tokyo Drift's OST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have U Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friends: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever broken the law: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Places a halo on ma head* ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever been arrested: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever skinny dipped: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not yet. So who's with gonna try with me? (That, I'm kidding, wokey. So NO WAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you don't know: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Few years back when I was drunk at a New Year's party. Bleah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;So for those who wanna do these fun questions... go rite ahead :). Gotta have dinner, I'm so starved. And Yanni... mana aku ada senyap..? Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115495710500519533?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115495710500519533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115495710500519533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115495710500519533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115495710500519533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-tagged-gasp.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged *Gasp!*'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115452870578068961</id><published>2006-08-03T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:00:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends... How Far Would U Go For Them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends... How Far Would U Go For Them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a friend, let's call her &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who is close to a girl named &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would frequently sleep over at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s place. In fact, they're pretty much like a family.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; leads a kinda lonely life. Her mum died when she was young &amp; her dad is always overseas. So &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lives with her sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pityful, u may say? Yes. But... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a major problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants everything to go her own way :S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They would fight &amp;amp; argue over da smallest things (even a missing bra, lol). And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't seem to like da fact that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is very popular &amp; that she has a lot more friends than she does. True, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is prettier. But she is lonely, in family life &amp;amp; even friends... lack of them, that is. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't like it when &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wants to go out with her own circle of friends. She would accuse &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of neglecting her (altho &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went all da way for her in everything) &amp; placing her importance of her friends', rather than &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;herself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me this problem herself. She's stressed that she can't make &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; any happier even though she has done her best :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I asked her, what made her stuck with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; although she's a stick in da mud?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; told me it's becos she felt &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is lonely &amp;amp; she pities her. Unlike &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a complete &amp; a happy family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what we call, psychological warfare.&lt;/strong&gt; When pple know that they're still wanted after &lt;em&gt;getting away with murder,&lt;/em&gt; they will push their luck even further. Like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for example. Most of da times it's her fault in their fights. But she wouldn't apologise. In fact &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will go out of da way to please her. Da last time they fought, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even sent her food to her workplace &amp;amp; even bought her some white gold jewellery as a gift. And that wasn't da first time she tried pleasing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after their fights, no matter who's in da wrong. But&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sarcastically called &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back, saying she didn't need those things &amp; that there was no need for &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to please her. I'm appalled by this strange &amp;amp; selfish behaviour. Shouldn't we all be grateful if we have such godsent friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When must one draw da line when dealing with such friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt; should be there for one another. &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt; should encourage, not criticise (although good criticisation is sometimes good when u wanna make them realise a grave mistake). &lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt; should appreciate one another, not treat one another for granted.&lt;/span&gt; But this is what&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is doing now. And it's driving all her friends away. But only &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sticks it through with her, &amp; she still treats her like trash. How can this be problem be rectified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stop treating ur friend as if they're really wanted cos they will never learn if u continue to treat her like a king/queen. U're not helping at all. Everytime u had an arguement, they will always have the impression that they are right &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;u are always in da wrong&lt;/strong&gt; if u continue to try to please them when they don't even deserve all that pampering.If u have such friends rite now, I'm sorry to say this, but u should &lt;strong&gt;stop being da bootlicker&lt;/strong&gt;. Lie low for a few days, let them think of da wrong that they did AND let them call u, not the other way round. Apologise constructively; &lt;strong&gt;always know what u're apologising for.&lt;/strong&gt; There's no use apologising for something which is not even ur fault all da time. If all these fails &amp;amp; they still don't realise what a good friend u have been, then it's too bad... this friendship may have reached wayy past it's expiry date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, by da way, I had a bestfriend of 8 years who kind of treated me da same way. Wrote about her in ma Xanga blog before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not braggin'... but I dumped her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm a simple person. End of story *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta give ma hunney bear a massage now after a long day at work. Won't want him to feel neglected :) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115452870578068961?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115452870578068961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115452870578068961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115452870578068961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115452870578068961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-how-far-would-u-go-for-them.html' title='Friends... How Far Would U Go For Them?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115425463344572335</id><published>2006-07-31T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:46:35.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A Switch... Yet Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Making A Switch... Yet Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hey peeps. Miss ya lots. As usual I'm gonna ask, how are u guys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm thinking of making a switch from PH to PastaMania soon. Well, before u raise a brow at that statement, let me say, MAYBE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For one thing, there're many cons than pros if I make this switch. Some of da food there is non-halal, though they pay better than PH. Haiz... how? AND. Currently there're no girls working there. All guys... so I'll definitely miss ma friends in PH. Da management in PH has also changed... two of our best managers have left for Tanjong Katong Branch. Many pple have left after they find da new management sort of sucked, there's almost no laughter left (of course, except for da ones by da remaining of da &lt;em&gt;gila&lt;/em&gt; ones like us...heh). But I also know all of us have to somehow move on to new environments &amp; learn... to evolve. Life has to go on. We have to give da new people in da mgmt team our support too if we wanna work well with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some of da gila ones still in PH Toa Payoh *grin*....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/young_n_NOT_dangerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/young_n_NOT_dangerous.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Young And NOT Dangerous, heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/mar_n_isa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/mar_n_isa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mar (ma lil' sis) &amp;amp; her bf....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Pizza_sweetHuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Pizza_sweetHuts.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da couple who's still going on strong :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/zura_andre_mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/zura_andre_mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zura, Andre &amp;amp; Mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ME. Again. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Bah! I should have known better. I only have these pics to show u for now. Due to limited time I will be back once I have more... *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115425463344572335?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115425463344572335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115425463344572335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115425463344572335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115425463344572335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-switch-yet-again.html' title='Making A Switch... Yet Again?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115310845716825319</id><published>2006-07-18T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:38:45.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Still Exists No Matter How U Turn A Blind Eye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Still Exists No Matter How U Turn A Blind Eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aye peeps... miss updating here. Hope ur life ain't as boring as mine rite now, haha. But of course, it's getting wayy better *wink wink*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm reading this backdated news about a somewhat middle-aged man who's just recovered from cancer &amp; has been going for interviews &amp;amp; rejected 20 times already... I find it sad. He's certified medically fit by doctors to find a job, but why do companies turn him down..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No matter what da government say about people having equal opportunities &amp; all da hype, I can't deny, that &lt;strong&gt;discrimination still exists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be it racial discrimination, or people who discriminate ex-convicts or people with previous illnesses. Why do people turn a blind eye to it? As far as finding jobs re concerned, I won't elaborate more on what I meant by that (I don't wanna be sued mmkay? LOL) but most people should know what I'm talking about. Everyone deserves a chance. Everyone needs to put at least 3 square meals on their tables everyday. But all these is sometimes made difficult by just one word alone. Yes, again, DISCRIMINATION. How long can people live on financial aid? And if they DO try to apply for aid, why is it that da Means Test have to be so hard? Means Test is an assessment of whether they can qualify for da financial aid by asking people to declare their monthly salary... backed with payslips, of course. And also to reveal what sort of house they live in &amp;amp; all that. Sounds simple enuff, but actually its not :(. I have a divorcee friend who lives in a small house &amp; needs help with her child's monthly expenses. But it takes ages for her application to be approved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bah. I think I have ranted enuff. Will get all flustered &amp;amp; angry if I go on &amp; on. Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To those who are still looking for jobs... I wish them well &amp;amp; successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, to those who had asked, I'm doing fine, thank u :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/_PapachiAnakchi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px" height="427" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/_PapachiAnakchi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da 2 most important people to me in da world...Cabbage Patch &amp; HunneyBear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/_Da%20New%20Family.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/_Da%20New%20Family.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Da new family. Hmm.... Lol. Don't I look listless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/_Ma%202%20VIPs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/_Ma%202%20VIPs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A struggling Ikah &amp;amp; poor Sham trying to get her to pose, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Us, finally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's also ma handphone wallpaper rite now *grin*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Love u both to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&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/15611697-115310845716825319?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115310845716825319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115310845716825319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115310845716825319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115310845716825319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-still-exists-no-matter-how-u-turn.html' title='It Still Exists No Matter How U Turn A Blind Eye.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115239285399262557</id><published>2006-07-09T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:53:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Twisted Nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on da living room sofa after I came back from work. It was about 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept hearing ma mobile fone ringing... it was ma Strawberry Shortcake mp3 ringtone. But somehow I thought I was only dreaming about it ringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it kept ringing &amp; ringing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally jolted out of ma slumber. It was sooo dark. I wondered what time it was. Turned out that it was Sham on the other end of da line &amp;amp; he was frantically trying to reach ma handphone. I grinned to maself. I had just set da ringtone specifically for him when he calls, how could I forget??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that cabbage patch re-dialled his number when I was sleeping &amp; was mumbling baby talk &amp;amp; saying hello... LOL. Yeah, that's what he told me. Oh wait, I'm trying to picture how it sounded like. Haha... &lt;em&gt;kiut kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally looked at da time. It showed 11pm. Gosh. How long has Ikah been left alone &amp; hungry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sham thought I had fainted out of exhaustion in ma house (cos he knew I was stayed up late da nite before &amp; went straight to work in da morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK. So I overslept and neglected cabbage patch. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But when u have to wake me up next time, make sure that all da hype is worth it aite...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I'm messin' again la hunney. Just pulling ur leg *grin*. I promise I won't neglect her again k, although it was unintentional. &lt;em&gt;First time seh ni&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;But rest assured, she's already been taken care of &amp;amp; is sleeping peacefully now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Thanks a lot k sayang, for collecting ma hp charger for me tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Work-wise, it was busy yesterday. But not with customers. Only Fahmi &amp; I were on duty &amp;amp; we had a lot of other things to do besides taking care of da customers. New stocks like cutleries &amp; whatnot came &amp;amp; we had to wash &amp; stack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;I'm beginning to think that PH is somehow 'haunted'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;When there are many staffs on duty there are LESS customers &amp;amp; not much to do. But when we're short of manpower, da restaurant will be packed to da brim! It's always like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Wtf...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115239285399262557?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115239285399262557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115239285399262557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115239285399262557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115239285399262557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/07/twisted-nonsense.html' title='Twisted Nonsense'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115220716931966434</id><published>2006-07-07T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:53:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Once In A Long Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;For Once In A Very Long Time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Hey peeps... how have u been? Sorry for da lack of updates. Well it's back to limited net access for me for now so that explains it. Lol. But although I don't tag in ur blogs it doesn't mean I don't read 'em aite... I still do wanna know what's going on in da lives of ma old friends &amp; new ones too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Well as for maself... for those who asked, life with Sham ma hunney has been nothing but wonderful. I have never felt like this in a very long time. From just mere colleagues we moved on to being food kakis, best buddies... &amp;amp; finally sweethearts. And da best thing is he's still ma bestfriend whom I can talk about anything under da sun. But bestest? He's really wonderful to ma kid. But we're taking it slow... I don't like to plan too far ahead as I don't wanna be disappointed when things don't work out. Hmm... I wish I can post pics of us on here but I dunno if he'll like all the attention. But rest assured I'll try to &lt;em&gt;psycho&lt;/em&gt; him aite *wink*. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;To Sham, thanks for being da attentive &amp; caring guy u've always been. U don't know how much this really means to me. Thank u for making ma difficult days easier to face. &lt;em&gt;Lup u deep deep&lt;/em&gt;... lol. I'll never wanna wake up from this dream &amp;amp; give up on us, like u mentioned before. I'll never do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;And I thank ma PH sweeties for their tremendous support &amp; well wishes for us too :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Erm... hope that isn't too mushy for u guys, eh? I can be even mushierrr u know... *questioning look*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Eargh. I can't stay here for much longer. See ya again peeps ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115220716931966434?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115220716931966434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115220716931966434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115220716931966434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115220716931966434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-once-in-long-time.html' title='For Once In A Long Time...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115160376450688192</id><published>2006-06-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T03:27:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;For 4 years, ma life was all about &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Everyday was all about &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Whatever wrong u did &amp; I forgave, it was all because I loved &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. U do things to me but I turned a blind eye cos I didn't wanna lose&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;. I put aside everything, including ma pride just for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Every little thing I did, was for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; only &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;U said u have accepted da reality that u're no longer in ma heart, but yesterday u proved me right by doing da things u did, AGAIN. Da inhumanity just never ends... why can't people just live &amp; let live?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Why do u keep wanting to kill me inside..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Now, I'm gonna have to go ma own way. I don't care just how I'm gonna do it, but I'm gone. U can't have what u used to have anymore... do I need to be sorry? Frankly I don't know. It's time I think about&lt;em&gt; me&lt;/em&gt;. I don't wanna die regretting. It's time I rebuild ma life while I still can &amp; while I'm still alive. U should do da same too. Do not waste ur time on me. U don't need me anymore. And I, don't need&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;. To be unappreciative &amp; hating on me again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;It doesn't matter what hurtful things u say to me anymore cos I. Will. Not. Budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;I wanna be loved... and I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; loved. At last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/voodoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/voodoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love u HoneyBear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; of course, ur collection of weird-looking-but-cute 'voodoo' keychains. *Grin*&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/15611697-115160376450688192?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115160376450688192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115160376450688192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115160376450688192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115160376450688192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/you.html' title='YOU.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115126340495850412</id><published>2006-06-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:29:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Timely &amp; Beautiful Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That Timely &amp; Beautiful Dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Da dream I had last night is unforgettable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;I was walking down a winding path in a garden. I remember da surroundings looking kinda weird but da feeling was peaceful &amp;amp; serene... it was all green &amp; misty around me. Although tired, I dunno why... but I walked on &amp;amp; on. Half expecting to see someone that I knew, but not sure who yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I was so anxious... yes, ma heart was beating so hard. Still, I didn't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;Alast, I saw a thin lone white figure seating on a bench I was approaching about 4 metres away. I squinted, couldn't quite make out who or what it was. As I approached da figure, I smiled. It was indeed someone &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; familiar... someone who had existed once upon a time in ma very own life. I sat down next to him, ecstatic but trying to hide ma excitedness at da same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Abang, how are u? I miss u so much. We all do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; (His handsome face smiled wistfully &amp; gave me a small poke)... &lt;em&gt;Can't u see? It's very peaceful up here. Obvious how my situation is, isn't it? And how are u dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Hesitating) &lt;em&gt;I'm... fine. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I know what's bothering u. What's inside ur heart. U don't have to hide it from me&lt;/em&gt; (smiled again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Surprised) &lt;em&gt;How did u know... I mean. Like, how??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sorry dear, I'm not supposed to tell u secrets u're not supposed to know... it's not my story to tell. U'll know one day when u no longer belong to da mortal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Stared at him in awe) &lt;em&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I know it's tough rite now, what u're going through. But believe me when I say, by next year things will improve for u, Insya-Allah&lt;/em&gt; (meaning: god-willing). &lt;em&gt;Hold on in there my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Am I in a dream? If yes, why did u specially visit me of all da people u know? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; (Playfully) &lt;em&gt;And how do u know that I don't visit other people too huh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anyway, I did promise u I'd try right?&lt;/em&gt; (Laughed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Ponders for a while, then grinned foolishly... hitting him lightly on his arm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; (His brows showing a crease of concern) &lt;em&gt;Just remember what I said, ok? Things are gonna improve for u. Be patient &amp;amp; u'll get there. Put ur mind to Allah &amp; his greatness at all times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Squeezing his hands gratefully) &lt;em&gt;Abang, thank u. I really hope u're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; (Squeezed back gently, smiles, and faded into thin air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Stares dreadfully with a tear rolling down ma cheek)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;That person was none other than ma late cousin, Norishyam Bin Mohamed Ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I called his sister da next day to tell her about da dream &amp;amp; she told me that his death anniversary is just next month. Coincidence? U decide...&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;nd hearing that ma fate will change for da better, from someone who is an immortal... da feeling is undescribable.&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 dunno what this means, but thank u for visiting &amp; comforting me, Abang Ishyam. May u rest in peace. &lt;em&gt;Al-fatihah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In memory of Norishyam Bin Mohamed Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;1972-1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I guess da reason why I was so anxious to meet him in that dream is becos, two days before his death, he did tell me that he would 'visit' me if he could &amp;amp; ma subconscious mind, aware of what's happening, made me anxious to meet him in that dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I regret not getting to know him better when he was alive. But I'm glad I still DO have da chance after all... even in his afterlife :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115126340495850412?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115126340495850412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115126340495850412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115126340495850412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115126340495850412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-timely-beautiful-dream.html' title='That Timely &amp; Beautiful Dream...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115100493568817753</id><published>2006-06-23T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:50:45.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Such A Thing Called A Happy Blog??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is There Such A Thing Called A Happy Blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Not really up for a long post tonight. Just that this thought suddenly crossed ma mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;I was blog-hopping several people's blog and happened to notice that they don't seem to have any problems in their life at all, lol. All they write about was mostly about their outings, their so-called romantic boyfriends, shopping, girrrrliesss (eww) and of course, a little bitchin' here and there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;What actually is da purpose of having a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Aite, I do understand that some pple do it just to share their daily ramblings &amp; to show da little things they probably bought at a sale *rolls eyes*... and whatever. I also know that some of them don't write about their problems in their blogs (unless it's a private one). But thing is, do we really need to lie to people out there that we have 'happy' lives? U mean we shop &lt;em&gt;everyday?&lt;/em&gt; Get to meet your boyfriends everyday&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; U even have time to take pics with ur girrrlies &lt;em&gt;everyday?&lt;/em&gt; If ma life is even HALF as easy as that, I wouldn't even have to set up a blog, I think.&lt;em&gt; LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to wake up &amp;amp; smell da smelly socks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people. A happy blog doesn't have to be full of pictures or romantic stories. A HAPPY blog is a healthy blog which is full of ups &amp; downs. U actually &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; talk about ur sadness about something that happened to you, but u may not neccessarily need to specify what really went wrong, if it's too personal. Just talking about how u feel makes ur readers feel more closer to u. And reading ur blog will feel much more real to ur readers and not just reading about some boring trivial things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;Drop da pretence already dears... we all know da world ain't perfect &amp;amp; everyone has problems of their own :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;Yes, I'm bitchin'. But just a little bit. I hate pretentious people who try to promote their blog to me only for me to find that da contents are useless. I'm talking about da ah-lian lookalikes out there in Friendster who asked me to link them up to their stupid blogs. And continue to bug me about it. I'm like thinkin', ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME? ME... link to YOUR blog?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May da force be with u.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;Hate ma guts? That's me, take it or leave it. Wanna send me hate mail, go ahead. I'm all game =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;Aaaaaah! A load off ma chest at last *smiles*.... I'm going to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;*Waves at ma lurvely peeps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;To someone out there; I dunno how long u're gonna last... but time is ticking. Quick, take out da batteries! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&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/15611697-115100493568817753?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115100493568817753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115100493568817753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115100493568817753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115100493568817753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-there-such-thing-called-happy-blog.html' title='Is There Such A Thing Called A Happy Blog??'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115091465018867775</id><published>2006-06-22T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T05:25:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost... Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Lost... Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like going bonkers rite now. I dunno where to go from here, and what to do. What da hell...&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I seriously need to breathe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And calm down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like what Alif said, I should probably take things slowly &amp; take one step at a time. Hope that will be stuck in ma head. Cos sometimes I tend to be too fast :S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/bra.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/me_inah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/me_inah.0.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/30191485638608l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/30191485638608l.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I love these peeps to bits... for being ma pillar of strength &amp; retaining ma sanity at the end of da day. Yes, Atikah ma daughter, and ma two besties... Inah &amp;amp; Sham.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sorry, I know ma posts have started to get a lil' pathetic. Like the owner, haha. But just hang in there alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Oh well... anyone up for some serious &lt;em&gt;lo que paso, paso-ing&lt;/em&gt; wit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all really need it, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm loving it, this song from Ciara - AND I. 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Again.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115080937463380223</id><published>2006-06-21T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:33:51.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, So Little Time, So Much To Do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Again, So Little Time, So Much To Do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for da lack of updates of late :(. No I ain't slacking. So many things are happening at da same time rite now. Big changes. But that's another story altogether. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cabbage patch has had day surgery this afternoon at TTSH. Yan &amp; I couldn't stand her scratching &amp;amp; pawing on her swollen &amp; itchy eyelids which hasn't healed despite medication for &lt;em&gt;weeks&lt;/em&gt;. So we decided to set up an appointment yesterday for a minor op to burst her swollen upper &amp;amp; lower lids :S. Even setting up da appointment took da whole day for us. We had to see about 2 doctors &amp; 3 medical personnels before we finally secured an appointment date, which was today. It was so time-consuming... by da time I met da last medical officer, I had this fucked-up sour face. We were all so tired from waiting &amp;amp; waiting in those cold receptions &amp; rooms. Sadly, it was da same today too. Luckily this time we had our own room to rest in while waiting for her op. There was tv &amp;amp; phone as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/hosp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/hosp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank God for da toys given &amp; da tv in da room, to keep her occupied while waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/hosp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/hosp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet another ugly picture of me. Yeah I look washed out I know :S. Didn't have enuff sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/hosp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/hosp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One of da sweet doctors blew up a latex glove for ma daughter as a balloon. Look at da cute drawings on it :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She woke up kicking &amp;amp; screaming from da pain after the op. And probably she was still groggy from da general anesthesia given during surgery. Poor daughter of mine... I love u sweet darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yan's taking care of her in da morning tomorrow while it will be ma turn when I come home from work in da evening. Cabbage patch is still asleep :/. From da time the op ended, till now. But before we went home she did wake up on &amp; off. Sheesh... this means that she'd probably wake up at night tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I am working in da morning. Great. Just great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sleep is a luxury, nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;And to Yan, despite all the ugly things that has been happening between us, I have to say that u're still da responsible father I used to know &amp;amp; still know. I acknowledge that &amp;amp; I thank u so much for your commitment to our child. And although we're separating soon, thanks for putting our differences aside during this time.I really appreciate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115080937463380223?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115080937463380223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115080937463380223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115080937463380223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115080937463380223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/again-so-little-time-so-much-to-do.html' title='Again, So Little Time, So Much To Do...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115040213854602403</id><published>2006-06-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:39:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Ma Lil' Thoughts Before I Attempt To Sleep Again ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just Ma Lil' Thoughts Before I Attempt To Sleep Again... ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Again?" U must be thinking what on earth I meant by that. I went to bed at about 1.30am &amp; thought I could drift away as usual when I'm tired, but I kept tossing &amp;amp; turning for TWO FULL HOURS. Ma nose is stuffy &amp; ma body feels uncomfortable :(. I think I might be coming down with something. But I really hope not. Dear me, I fall sick easily. But I also recover easily. For people who have stronger resistance to illnesses, they may take some time to fully recover when they do fall sick. U may not agree with me on this but well... I'm just speaking from experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna throw a birthday celebration for ma kid in August. Doesn't have to be a big, grand affair. In fact I may just invite close friends &amp;amp; relatives... it feels warmer that way don't u think :)? Thing is, I just have no idea how &amp; where to organise da party :S. Any ideas? At da most, I'll probably buy her a huuuuge birthday cake &amp;amp; celebrate with a simple dinner at home. And oh yea, with lots &amp; lots of candles for her to blow :). She loves candles. Either that or I'm gonna pack small goodie packs for her classmates, buy her a cake &amp;amp; let them celebrate there. Or even both! Omg, I'm goin' a little too far I know. Blame it on this time of da morning aite *frowns*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think ma K750i needs a new look. What do u suggest I shall put on it? Colourful silicone case? BLING stickers? Where to get that anyway? Black is starting to get boring :(. PLEASE, peeps! Lemme hear ur voice, gimme some ideas. About ma daughter's b-day &amp; this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: I'm kinda excited about Sunday, can't wait. Will tell u about it layta ;). Or, I might not. *Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aite, I'll try to attempt to get ma so-called beauty sleep again. Hmph. Wish me success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/me&amp;ikah2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/400/me%26ikah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da restless one &amp;amp; da dreamy one, at Fork &amp; Spoon food court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/me&amp;amp;ikah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115040213854602403?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115040213854602403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115040213854602403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115040213854602403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115040213854602403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-ma-lil-thoughts-before-i-attempt.html' title='Just Ma Lil&apos; Thoughts Before I Attempt To Sleep Again ;p'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-115013995927591930</id><published>2006-06-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T04:31:28.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Da Waves Come A-Beating....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When Da Waves Come A-Beating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't even know if that's even da proper English to put it... lol *scratches head*. Fuck. Ma mood swings are driving me maad. One minute I can be hyper, one minute I'm nasty &amp; feel like screaming. Another minute I could eat like a pig, then I'd find maself with no appetite for hours. What da fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sure some of u know da reason why. But let's not go there... *sigh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to ma aunt's kenduri-cum-open house two days ago. As expected, da buffet was delish but this time round it wasn't ma eldest aunt who cooked, due to her not being in good health these days. We had to order from catering service. &lt;em&gt;Makan sampai tiga kali u&lt;/em&gt; (I mentioned being gluttony, remember?). Felt really good to get away from things for a while &amp;amp; chill with ma kuzzins. Play catch-up, anything at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And now... it's time for u to see my &lt;em&gt;selenger &lt;/em&gt;hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/murder_duck.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't worry, I've gotten over it, k? Lol...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Untitled-Duplicated-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Untitled-Duplicated-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me &amp; ma lil' kuzz Meera. Picwhores, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Untitled-Duplicated-07.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Untitled-Duplicated-07.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selenger nak mampos eh?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/teng2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/teng2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aik? So old also want to play hopscotch ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Untitled-Duplicated-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Untitled-Duplicated-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Sha-sha... ma 'long lost' relative. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/ikah.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/ikah.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/ikah2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/ikah2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was evidently havin' a good time. Everyone wanted to play with her lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Untitled-Duplicated-06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Untitled-Duplicated-06.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Us... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/hall.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a huuge living room! U just gotta love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yea, I forgot to post da pic of Zyzy &amp; me when I brought her to dine at ma workplace, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="852" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/Untitled-Duplicated-02.jpg" width="832" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For more details, go visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bb_manja.blogs.friendster.com/pe_tgk2_je_nk_baca_skali_/2006/06/day_out_w_anna.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zyzy's Friendster blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sniff*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope Selvan (ma manager) will really gimme that wakey call 1st thing in da morning, or I'm gonna be late again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou+Z!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-115013995927591930?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/115013995927591930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=115013995927591930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115013995927591930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/115013995927591930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-da-waves-come-beating.html' title='When Da Waves Come A-Beating....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114994191195411393</id><published>2006-06-11T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:41:20.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Wrong Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Da Wrong Cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up this morning &amp; felt pretty weird. Then I realised that ma long hair... is no longer spread on ma pillow when I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's right, I had a haircut. But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;da hairdresser cut it too short for ma liking :(. Now it's just shoulder-length. And why did she have to cut it one-length at the ends instead of layering it? Gosh. She obviously wasn't paying attention to ma instructions. Customers have commented that I still look like a teenager &amp;amp; now thanks to that nyonya, I now look like how I was in... primary 5? Haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On da lighter side, however, I don't have to tie up ma hair at work if I don't want to. That's quite a change. Not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pics of me in ma new 'do? Heh, not yet. Wait till I really get over the embarrassment k? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually have a lot to post but I don't really have da mood to update so much. But eventually I will, aite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114994191195411393?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114994191195411393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114994191195411393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114994191195411393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114994191195411393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/da-wrong-cut.html' title='Da Wrong Cut'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114957635695553453</id><published>2006-06-07T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:42:40.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Rains. It Pours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Never Rains. It Pours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to say or do anymore. All I know is that a lot of damage has been done over da years &amp; I don't know if it can ever be repaired again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Too many times... we've been hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Too many times... I've been kept waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Too many times... we keep trying to hurt u &amp;amp; me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Too many times... we try to fight to stay alive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And nothing seems to work anymore :(. Nuthin'. I'm tired of cold wars &amp; all da fighting. It's just not me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know that u've sacrificed a lot for me &amp;amp; I appreciate your being there in our early years. I'm sorry that it must turn out this way. As much as I've forgiven u for da wrongs u did to me, I hope u would forgive me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If u won't forgive me, it's alright. I understand that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Things may not be da same, but wherever u go... just remember that I still care for u. I will take da good memories we used to share, with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I know u're reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sorry I'm such a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114957635695553453?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114957635695553453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114957635695553453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114957635695553453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114957635695553453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-never-rains-it-pours.html' title='It Never Rains. It Pours.'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114945439784408212</id><published>2006-06-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:44:41.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Real Slim Shady</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Da Real Slim Shady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anto, u always said I look like Lina rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/staircase_lina2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/staircase_lina2.3.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/staircase.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/staircase.3.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Can u see da difference between us now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Now take THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/what_da_fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;... we really had a good laugh when we took this yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Just to remind u again, I was born FIRST. So &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; supposed to be da one who look like ME. Bluek!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I have to admit though, our friends say I look like her especially in these pics&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/Bored.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Bored.0.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/darkest_angel.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="326" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/darkest_angel.1.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;*Rolls eyes*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ok ok. So this is what Lina really look like, for those who dunno aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/28914716236359l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/28914716236359l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Similar? Don't let this haunt u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Same chubby cheeks. Same pouty lips. Same cat-like eyes. Same 'sharp teeth' when we smile, lol... that's what Lina &amp; I always talk about. But I just wish I have her figure. I'm basically a stick-insect. And while she's gorgeous, I'm (plain) Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pfffft. I don't have an unique face. Pple always said that I look like their ex-gf/ex-fiancee/cousin/sister/whatevah. Bleah :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yesternite was all good. For once I felt kinda carefree &amp;amp; butterfly-like. Work was fun. Ma colleagues &amp; I took some pics together... who knows, tomorrow might be da last day I'll be in PH. For da rest of da week I'll be undergoing training for da managerial post after all... *sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/ph2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;3rd June: June, Me, Farikha, Diana ma lil' sis &amp; Aini. Havin' a little feast of our own after closing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/1600/ph.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/ph.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;4th Jun nite service staff: Gagendran, Zhong Wei, June, Fiza, Me &amp;amp; Lijin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/Im_one_of_da_boys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm really just one of da boyz... sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/lao_da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Me seen here with Zhong Wei. Dunno why, but I always call him &lt;em&gt;Pai kia&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; he calls me &lt;em&gt;Boss&lt;/em&gt;, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Off to bed *yawn...* hope u enjoyed da pics.&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/15611697-114945439784408212?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114945439784408212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114945439784408212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114945439784408212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114945439784408212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/da-real-slim-shady.html' title='Da Real Slim Shady'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114918021749116707</id><published>2006-06-02T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:46:00.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I Do Now...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What Do I Do Now...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up TERRIBLY late for work yesterday, lol. I was told to be at work by 9am intead of 11 cos there would be a kitchen tour by some kids from dunno where, lol. Office &amp; even ma sis called me up &amp;amp; I was still snoring away like a pig at 10.20am. Eventually da swine woke up. Luckily ma duty manager is a very understanding person. He knew that I was doing closing da night before, so I sure was effing shagged. Anyway this is ma very first time waking up late since I worked for PH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well here's news for u. Good &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been offered a job in one of da fast-food restaurants as floor manager. Yes, no kidding. I went for da interview like 3 weeks ago &amp; only received a call from them when I was at work today. I'd like to go for it, but thing is... (here's where da bad news comes in); I'd have to work mostly da afternoon to closing shift :(. Oh dear... what do I do now? Cabbage patch is mostly in daycare during da day, but during da evenings usually it's me who will be taking care of her. We don't have a babysitter. And next Monday I'm expected to turn up for training. How do I get an evening babysitter at such a short notice? And of cos, I need to get her familiarised with her new caregiver first, right? Argh! I'm really at ma wit's end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Diana &amp; Farikha (our colleague) told me to go for it. Ma 'kitchen buddy' is sad to see me go though *grin*... Actually I'm also quite hesitant to leave ma peeps at PH behind, lol. Maybe I'll just give it a shot at da training. Who knows what will happen. But I won't erase ma name off PH yet. If I da new job doesn't suit me I can always go back. Even ma sis did that. AND, if I really have to work mostly in the evenings, I'll give it a pass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully other opportunities will come. I will be quitting ma tutor job soon, so working for PH alone will not be enuff for me financial-wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So don't worry mmkay... ma 'kitchen buddy'.... :). We're gonna still be partners in crime for now. 'Stealing' food together when we're hungry, that is. Haha... everyone in PH is guilty of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gotta catch some shleep now. Don't want ma morning to end up like yesterday's ;p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS: &lt;em&gt;I'm tired of switching jobs. When will ma big break finally come?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114918021749116707?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114918021749116707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114918021749116707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114918021749116707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114918021749116707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-do-i-do-now.html' title='What Do I Do Now...?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114910298121114950</id><published>2006-06-01T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:48:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spilling Da Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spilling Da Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hmm... why is everyone revealing what's inside their bags in their blogs? Rohani, u want to see what's in mine, right? Haha... look in on ma boring contents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/spill1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Ma no-longer-so-nice makeup bag, dusty in fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Lucidol hair wax... yes I DO use wax, for days when ma hair look freakin' afro-ish &amp; lacklustre (can't believe I spent over 7 bucks on it!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Ma 3 lip glosses in nude, peach &amp;amp; cherry to suit the occasion &amp; mood (I'm greedy, u see). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Victoria's Secret lotion (u can only find this in the US. Forgot ur perfume? This will do, it smells sooo heavenly sexy!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Loreal duo eyeshadow... this is ma fave, u haven't seen da rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Ma blusher from bodyshop (partially hidden in makeup bag) to fake a healthy flush cos I always look like a 'mayat' when I'm listless) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two different 2-way cakes (so I can determine whether I wanna look fair or slightly tanned, heh... told u I'm greedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Ma eye &amp;amp; brow liner (cheap one lah, no brand. As long as it's brownish black &amp; its texture ain't too dry). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*And lastly, Loreal Voluminous Mascara (it's at da dark corner, spot it)... I have sleepy-looking eyes like all da time so this makes ma eyes 'wake-up'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/k750i.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Ma Sony Ericsson K750i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; is both ma digicam &amp; MP3 ... and phone, of course ;) (used to carry a Stylus Verve &amp; a Creative Nomad &amp;amp; found it such a nuisance to carry both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/spill2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how can I forget? *Ma lifesavers... ma boring-but-sexily-serious-looking leather wallet. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma keys; the ones tagged with da&lt;em&gt; Anna&lt;/em&gt; keychain are ma housekeys, while da one with da pink Bali surfboard is ma locker key at work. Keychains were gifts from friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can't do without ma *Olay UV Whitening Lotion (not that I'm dark, but it's an excellent base with ma makeup &amp; I don't look listless with it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Besides these I also carry ma inhaler (I'm asthmatic), grey lenses, tissue papers, a novel sometimes &amp;amp; ... guess what? A &lt;em&gt;granny&lt;/em&gt; brush! It's so HUUUGE. Too embarrassed to show it here, la. Too much hair on it ;p. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And when one tries to outdo Doraemon&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; what does one end up with...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/spill3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A torn workbag!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sob sob... ma poor white bag... now I have to buy another one when I get ma buckaroos :(. I'm sooo si-beh-violent.&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/15611697-114910298121114950?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114910298121114950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114910298121114950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114910298121114950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114910298121114950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/06/spilling-da-beans.html' title='Spilling Da Beans'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114885362796396519</id><published>2006-05-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:49:34.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This Is Madness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First &amp; foremost, I would like to apologise to Juliah for not being able to attend her lovely wedding yesterday. I had tons of things to do at the 11th hour... I just dunno how to put it. Plus I also had to tutor 2 kids on da same day. I sincerely hope we could meet up again someday &amp;amp; I shall make it up to u... boy do I feel bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm... last month I discovered 'extra bucks' in ma bank account. An enquiry made to POSB on da phone revealed that someone had indeed transferred some money to ma account. At first I thought that person must have sent it to da wrong account number or something. Afraid that he/she would make a report if I don't hand over da money back, I asked da customer service officer if there was any way that he could trace the account of da person who sent da money &amp; guess what, he couldn't! He said he only could trace roughly what time da money was transferred but there was no way he identify da account which da money came from. How ridiculous. &lt;em&gt;Canggih2 gitu pun, takkanlah takleh check?&lt;/em&gt; If they can be so advanced in their banking systems, why can't they do a SIMPLE database just for tracking transactions like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought it was just an isolated incident. After about a week with no claims from da transferee, I took out da money &amp;amp; used it mostly to ferry ma kid to school everyday. It's not cheap. On days that she throw tantrums it's very hard to get her ass in a bus... so sometimes I have to take a cab. Then earlier this month, da same thing happened again. And this time, the amount was more than what I had received previously! So I made a call to da bank again &amp; got da same stupid answer again. &lt;em&gt;Bodoh kan...&lt;/em&gt; I was advised to wait for a few days more just in case if there're any claims made by a customer to da bank. But, no. Nuthin' again. So... finders keepers la. At least in this case, it is. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Scratches ma un-itchy head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I asked Yan if he had made any transfer to ma bank account lately &amp;amp; he said no. Even if he did, he would have told me about it. And only him &amp;amp; ma lil' sis know of ma account number... I wouldn't divulge such info to any other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who could it be huhh..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some INVISIBLE SUGARDADDY ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; DO NOT ask me if I really wrote this at 6am cos seriously, I DON'T KNOW WHY &lt;strong&gt;o_0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114885362796396519?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114885362796396519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114885362796396519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114885362796396519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114885362796396519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-madness.html' title='This Is Madness!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114871053293562946</id><published>2006-05-28T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:50:47.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Spoiler Of Da Month?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spoiler&lt;/em&gt; Of Da Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Farrrk. I will be assigned for cashiering duties soon. Now I'm on training. And it's effing stressful especially if da restaurant is jam-packed like &lt;em&gt;sardin dalam tin&lt;/em&gt; &amp; da customers are super impatient. What if give da wrong change to da customers when I'm in a hurry? What if there were shortage of cash in da till? And what if da shortage is a huge amount? What if... what if... &lt;em&gt;aiyah &lt;/em&gt;there's so many what ifs. Of course, I have worked as cashier before but all it required me to do was scanning in da stupid item barcode, da price will show up &amp;amp; dat's basically IT. But this, I find that da navigations are tough. I hope that I'll be able to conquer this one &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;soon. Just like ma sis, when she first had to do cashiering she was afraid too but now she's a pro. &lt;em&gt;Perogol&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm working da afternoon shift today, till closing time. I almost wish I'm not working today, haha. Never mind.... Sunday's ma day off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yah, not really... I still have to tutor 2 of ma students tomorrow.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See? Even da&lt;em&gt; Banglas&lt;/em&gt; have off days. Aku je takde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/us2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: Oi Shaaaz! This is the only pic u have from Lisa's b-day? What about da one that I want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114871053293562946?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114871053293562946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114871053293562946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114871053293562946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114871053293562946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/spoiler-of-da-month.html' title='&apos;Spoiler Of Da Month?&apos;'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114849170936362828</id><published>2006-05-25T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:54:18.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Tired &amp; Lazy Rite Now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Feeling Tired &amp; Lazy Rite Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm rather shagged. Been working for long hours everyday, one of which was slightly more than 12 hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum gave me false alarm when I was at work. Kept screaming &amp;amp; ranting on da phone that cabbage patch did not go to school. I was shocked, especially when Yan was to be on da night shift &amp; that he's supposed to send her to school so that I could pick her up after work. So like a mad woman I left work early (we no longer have a residential phone, that was why I couldn't check it out from work) &amp;amp; I was so pissed when I didn't find her at home. Yan said he did send her to school, but only around 11.20am did they reach there. She really shouldn't have screamed on da phone without investigating first. Now it was &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;turn to scream when I called her up at home.&lt;em&gt; Grrrrr.&lt;/em&gt; How I wish she could be less dramatic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ma hair is getting long... it's not that obvious in this pic, but in another 2/3 of it's length rite now it could reach ma butt (so don't be fooled by some of ma pics with fringe or with shorter hair, cos they might be pics from 2004 for all I care &lt;strong&gt;:p&lt;/strong&gt;). Now that it's getting longer I find that I dunno what to do with it. It looks kinda boring. VERY tempted to cut it again with layers &amp; straighten it, &lt;em&gt;tapi cam sayang gitu eh.... cane seh&lt;/em&gt;? Any suggestions? I thought of digital/ceramic perming it towards the ends, do some soft waves or somethin', but I heard it doesn't last long... any suggestions? &lt;em&gt;Email wo&lt;/em&gt; okay... *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/mee.jpg" border="0" /&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/15611697-114849170936362828?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114849170936362828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114849170936362828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114849170936362828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114849170936362828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/feeling-tired-lazy-rite-now.html' title='Feeling Tired &amp; Lazy Rite Now...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114824686383469134</id><published>2006-05-22T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:55:44.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;OMG... *looks idiotic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bored to put up 3 vids here... haha. Anyway I figured that I may not be able to blog for a few days, so I hope da vids &amp; games will keep u peeps engaged till ma next post. I'm not neglecting ya, see? Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at 1.30am (due to ma stupid wheezing) &amp;amp; can't sleep till now :(.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's stupid. I'm working layta today &amp;amp; I'm STILL sick. It's just DOWNRIGHT UNACCEPTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone up for tucking me rite back into bed..?&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/15611697-114824686383469134?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114824686383469134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114824686383469134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114824686383469134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114824686383469134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg.html' title='OMG...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114809422953790421</id><published>2006-05-21T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:59:43.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Ma Day Off... Should I Be Yayy-ing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;On Ma Day Off... Should I be &lt;em&gt;Yayy&lt;/em&gt;-ing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da big reveal: Comparison between Papa Kentucky &amp; lil' Cabbage Patch is so great, I couldn't resist snapping away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/DSC00452.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Smiles wistfully*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My... how she has grown. Okay, maybe not so much, height-wise. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mum's finishing work at 3pm today, and she wants her grand-daughter to stay for da night. And I'm on two days off. Figuring out what I should do while I have time to maself for once. It has been all work &amp; no play for about two months now. Yatie told me about a part-time banquet job at one of da Suntec's Convention Halls later in the evening... the remuneration sounds great but I'm dunno if I'm going for it. I need a break from work; any sort of work. Even ma tutoring has taken a backseat. It's kinda hard to juggle all three (2 jobs + Atikah) at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Shucks. I've been having da wheeze for a few days too. And ma inhaler doesn't seem to work as effectively...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma fave cough &amp; sore throat remedy... Nin Jiom Pei Pa Koa aka 'Ubat Batuk Cap Ibu Dan Anak'. But what I see on its box is more like da pic of a father &amp;amp; his child, rather than mother &amp; her child... (ke aku yang &lt;em&gt;kero&lt;/em&gt; ni? hmm...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/DSC00450.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On another thought, maybe ringing up ma workplace to see if they have enuff manpower today is a good idea, since I have nothing to do &amp; cabbage patch won't be at home. But, it's not so often that pple in the F&amp;amp;B line have da whole of da weekends off, so why not relax? Oh yeah, &amp; da wheezing. Oh dear me... *sniff*, what was I thinking? Can't imagine what if I passed out at work due to breathlessness... haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiz... si semp0t ni!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flashing our best smiles... that's da reason why u should dine here (ehhhh... tak tau malu!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/DSC00036.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: *Sibuk-sibuk kat tepi* Playing gooseberry with Fiza &amp; Hafiz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/DSC00449.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Another shot with Fitriza at da salad bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/DSC00448.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And believe it or not, this pic of me in ma wallet still freaks me out a little... I look at least TWENTY-FOUR in this makeover picture that was taken 6 years ago! Do the math. *Grin*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ma 'old' pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/1450/320/DSC00451.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going off to cook lunch. There's only cabbage patch &amp; me in da house. &lt;em&gt;Then, &lt;/em&gt;I'll figure out what to do today&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Ka-CHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm kinda frustrated, ma Tic-Tac-Toe computer opponent cheats a hell lot... haha. Go to da games section here to play &amp;amp; see what I mean :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114809422953790421?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114809422953790421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114809422953790421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114809422953790421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114809422953790421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-ma-day-off-should-i-be-yayy-ing.html' title='On Ma Day Off... Should I Be Yayy-ing?'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114788632038313207</id><published>2006-05-18T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:08:32.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Off Steam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letting Off Steam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well this is quite a random post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to say... I'm very angry right now. I'm angry at the world. I'm angry at u, I'm angry at ur mom, I'm angry at ur grandmother, and I'm angry at ur dad. I'm angry at everybody. including maself. How could I be so angry, u ask? Well... call me a wacko, or whatever u want. I'm only human. I'm so fucking angry, I feel like I have a hole inside of myself, and it's growing bigger and bigger and bigger until I can see through maself, like a cannon has shot it's cannonball right through ma solar plexus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have come to da point where I dunno where else to go. I dunno what to do with ma life. I am no longer motivated. I feel displaced, like I no longer belong. I do not want to do this anymore. I can't. I'm bored, tired, listless, angry, pissed, annoyed, and depressed. I'm boring holes inside of maself as though I never existed before. I'm just firewood, floating in the ocean until the next unsuspecting oil tanker comes by and freaks da fuck out and spills all of it's valuable blood all over ma fucking back. Come on, u fucking pig, kill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me! Do it now!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114788632038313207?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114788632038313207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114788632038313207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114788632038313207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114788632038313207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/letting-off-steam.html' title='Letting Off Steam'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114763282272852439</id><published>2006-05-15T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:09:13.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To A Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A Tribute To A Friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope by the end of this post, u know who u are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;U know... lol, I used to be quite intimidated by u in school. U appeared very confident, were loud &amp; outspoken, whereas I wasn't. But after chatting with u in msn just now I'm glad to get to know u much better now. I feel that we lost out a lot on those secondary school years. We didn't get to know each other as we were in totally different stream &amp;amp; cliques. I can see that u're a much more calmer person than u were da last time, way better than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It breaks ma heart to know that u're feeling sad rite now. U lost one... along came another man; a good man whom u truly love, only for him to leave for some place far far away. Nothing could prepare one for what will happen few years down da road. It's never easy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I truly understand what u are imagining. When u're lonely, there'll be no shoulder u could lean on to. When u're in need of a hug, his familiar scent isn't there anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But sometimes... tests of time &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; make a relationship stronger. Remember da story of ma aunt I told ya? I really hope that inspired u. At least, a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust me... u're such a wonderful girl... he'll never forget u. Hold on to ur love, girl. Be strong for him. When u're down, he'll feel it too. Especially when he's going to a place so alien to him; and have to be away from his family, his friends... worse still, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sure deep inside, he doesn't feel any better than u do rite now. Lend him ur strength... be his pillar. Give him something to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Think of da good life u'll both lead when he's successful. U'll never look back :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And even though I can't do more for u, u guys will always be in ma prayers :). Semoga Allah terangkan dan tenangkan hati kau sepanjang perjalanan yang penuh dugaan ini. Insya-Allah, u guys can go thru this hurdle *hug*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15611697-114763282272852439?l=annattica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/feeds/114763282272852439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15611697&amp;postID=114763282272852439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114763282272852439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15611697/posts/default/114763282272852439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annattica.blogspot.com/2006/05/tribute-to-friend.html' title='A Tribute To A Friend...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061526328761000126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/MamiLicious/7d0af2a7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15611697.post-114728537125190169</id><published>2006-05-11T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:51:11.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Blah Blah Blah Post...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Cabbage patch is having a bad cough, again. *Nooooooo...!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like ma sleepless nights will have to start again o_0. *Wags finger* &lt;em&gt;NO more soft drinks for u, no matter how u whine or gimme ur puppy dog look! Hmph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I hope da sleep-deprived me won't get too cranky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually all I really want is to go to bed rite now. It was a long &amp; tedious day at work . And on Saturday I have to do a 12-10 shift. Ergh. 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